Quick Thought

Starting to see complaints on various Social Media sites. Why? AI. It's becoming too much. Some of the images/memes can be fun, but the complaint states: We want a way to filter out AI stuff. Too much. 

I concur. 100 percent. Absitively!!

 Fin

Memories

EPCOT Dive Quest.
Quite a few years back.

The Magic Band was rated Undersea safe.

 
No photo shop or AI. I’m on the wet side of the window. My Granddaughter on the dry side in  warm climate controlled safety.
Little did I realize how I was rocking the “Baby Shark” Hairdo.

Reposted from a while back on Medium

The kids leaving on the Disney Dream Saturday. Ft Lauderdale 5 days West Caribbean.

Am I jealous? You bet I am. Does it matter? Not even a little bit in the scheme of things.

Rainy Day Sunday

 Raining. All day. We need it. Still gloomy tho.

The kid front row right, describes my mood exactly!

Could be worse I suppose!!

Got The Slows

Woke up.

Drove to Richmond Hill.

At at Breakfast Buffet.

Ate too much, So what else is new.

Went to Walmart.

Went to Publix.

Went to a second Publix. Stupid Reason Not Worth Explaining.

Came home.

Sitting in chair.

Nap time coming.

PS There will be no bicycling today. None. Nada. Zip. This past month, I road 39 out of 40 days. Total of 644 miles. Goes past dedication into obsession mode. I am 71 years old. Time for a break

That my friends is all.

Saturday October 4th, 2025

Stay Safe.

Tis The Season... Soon

Remember Me?? I’ve been relaxing since Christmas Eve catching some rays and thinking about next season.

I'll be back soon!!!!

Stay cool out there and be nice to each other- 

Elf on the shelf 

The Jazz Age Redux

 "And as I sat there, brooding on the old unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

 Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning—— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

Thus ends a superb novel by F Scott Fitzgerald an early 20th century author who was both a literary genius and a totally self destructive insane train wreck of a man. His book The Great Gatsby while written in 20's America, still rings true about people today. If you get a chance at least watch the movie (several versions, my favorite is the Baz Luhrman one) and then read the book. It is powerful and it really gets to the core of who we are are as people, how we live, love and survive (or not). Check it out.

Be good to each other,

Peace out.

Dear Diary

Government Shutdown on the horizon. Many speeches. Many pressers as they call it. I've been watching this all my long years. They're going to shut it down. Too much TV time to be had. Too many pictures in the news. Politicians are all the same. Self centered morons. They do NOTHING for their constituents, They don't care. They enrich themselves to the detriment of the nation. 

It's coming. Bet the ranch on it. 

Dat's all

Dear Diary

 Saturday September  27, 2025,

5 years living in Georgia. every year, a hurricane comes and threatens us. Not Florida, not Texas, not Louisiana, not Mexico, not the Outer banks. Here. I hate this state. Truly. I've tried. 5 years. Hate it. I don't care what anyone thinks.
I've had it. 

Life in Georgia. 

Friday

 In any given hurricane season, mild or not, the truth is, all it takes is one storm. Just one to ruin your life. For good too. Thus far we have enjoyed total quiet. Total lack of any tropics activity here. The I storm, it's getting started out of a warm tropical airmass way day in El Carib. Building a head of steam. And the Southeast coast is on it's potential path. 

Three months of quiet. Now I have to watch. and worry. The savage reality of these things,  we don't want it here. We would rather it not hit land and do damage anywhere. But in hurricane parlance, it is all about : ANYPLACE BUT HERE!!!  That is simply the way it is. Every year. 

And so the turtle crawl/snail pace tracking has begun. I repeat; "In any given hurricane season, mild or not, the truth is, all it takes is one storm." 

Purple lines tend toward me. 

Stay safe,dry,chill,calm
and always, keep your powder dry

Dear Diary

 I’m having an Uncle Fester kind of day. 

Stay Thirsty My Friends!

Dear Diary

The Day After 

When the bug has gone, and you're feeling 93%. But, there is still that washed out, ikky, tired, weaker than normal vibe that will last sadly for a couple of days. I am there now. Better than full on bug, but certainly not 100%. 93 tops.

Life in the fast lane. 

One other thing. Lately I have made this observation about myself. I'm thinking that I am now 71 and 1/2 years old. Why? I have no clue. I have taken to counting parts of years in determining my age. Why? Back when I was a kid, I wasn't just 6 or 7. I always said I'm 6 and 1/2. Or 7 and 4  months. For some odd reason it meant something. Fractions of years had to be taken into account when someone asked how old I was. As soon as I hit 18, that all went away. Other than the "important" years i.e. 21, 30, 40 or 60 all intervening years were just ignored. So now, it's back. I'm 71 and 1/2 years old. Amazing. I'm slowly regressing. Life is strange indeed.

Stay safe. stay cool. stay off the social media crap. Buy a tent. Find some woods. Set up your tent. Build a fire. Cook beans and weenies. And watch the sunset.  Fall asleep listening to crickets. That is worth more than a bajillion dollars in "counseling". 

Your welcome.

Fin

That Was The Week That Was

 Many years ago, there was a TV show "That Was The Week That Was" Self explanatory me thinks. It was always funny. Or almost always funny. But that term describes this past week. Indeed.

I am afraid we are just getting started too. I hope not. But I'm not seeing a lessening of the hatred. Not at all.

Anyway, Have a great weekend. Stay safe. Stay healthy.  

No it's not.

I am craving Hot Dogs. So I've got that anyway.

God Heaven and Hell. Truth

Dear Diary

 Wednesday. One of those days where I feel very sorry for myself. Where I feel broke. And old. And all those other reasons that we as human beings find to feel sorry for ourselves about. Looking at pictures from years past. Fun to do. But today, it doesn't help.

A better day. A long time ago.

 The only thing I retain.

I think I still have the hat.

 In a closet somewhere.

This picture is not helping.

The current state of the country/world, Just makes it more depressing. I miss Florida. 

fin 

Tuesday Dear Diary

 Early morning. Cool out, 60 F. Feels nice after the hot summer we just endured. Today, on the agenda, we are having our house power washed  For years we did that ourselves but it's just too much reaching up and balancing on a ladder for hours. Not for senior citizens. Not if we want to go on living anyway. The guy who we have hired has a custom paint job on his truck which he told us all about. We aren't in the least interested but he insisted on us hearing anyway. He also claims to to do expert work. So we shall see. Personally. he is a blowhard and those guys usually turn out to be all talk and mediocre work producers. Again, we shall see.

Other that that, the rest of today will be slow and easy. Just steaming along on course. Easy Peasey.

Y'all have a safe, easy, nice day.

As I type here, the pressure washer guy just texted and said he is outaide working. I hear nothing. Better go check. I have a bad feeling here.

Fin

Morning has broken

 Another morning pose. So tranquil. So majestic. So old. 

71 is the new 85

Fin

The Crux Of The Matter.

 
Wouldn’t it be great if I could write something that took more than 15 minutes of my attention.

I never have. I never will. Such is the true meaning of life for a man
 with the attention span of a gnat.

Of course I’ve never read anything of any consequence from any gnats. Maybe their works are out there. I can’t say I know anything of them.

Who you callin a gnat?

Fin

Never Quit

Ok the emotions are here, the fire is lit, now our job is to not let this just die down in a month or so. This has to truly be a turning point. Satan is counting on us doing what we always do, get all worked up and then it fades away. NOT THIS TIME!!!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ God help us. We won’t be able to do this without His help. I don’t understand why He allowed this … but His book says His ways are not our ways . Ok We CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT let this event pass away Please!!

Wednesday

Back then, I never did this. And I pretty much never learned to keep my mouth shut! 

“Life can be tough when you’re as thick headed as I am” -Blogger Grandpa…

Fin 

Dear Diary

In keeping with my personal goal to write something everyday, and, knowing that some days are just like this, I’m just going to just add this run on, going no where sentence , hoping that the discerning reader will see how the mind of a 71 year old Grandpa works, and sometimes doesn’t work.  There I’ve done it. I’ve written  one absolutely true  sentence. Although I doubt that the late Mr. Hemingway would agree that this is what he was talking  about. But this is my Blog. 

With apologies to E Hemingway

I hit the publish button!!

Fin