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

 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

Ode To Ernest

 Once , Ernest Hemingway wrote it , said it, or whatever, that the Key to good writing is to always start with one true sentence. The truest sentence you can think of. And go from there. Ok,  my true sentence from  my heart and my addled brain.; We should all learn to get along, spend the energy on our hatred of each other and channel it for the good of the Human Race.

Isn’t it pretty to think so?

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.

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 Part 2 (Postscript)

 The power wash job was a complete and total success. It is instructive of my nature to all be suspicious of doing new business with anyone. This one worked. Great job, On time, done quickly and expertly. 

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