Happy 5th of July

Just a quick hello as I continue to work on the ultimate book on what the meaning of life is all about.    Today I dedicate the meaning to a day no one ever talks about,  the 5th of July.   This day ranks right up there with December 26th and the first day you return to work after vacation.   I always thought if you want to do a day of freedom correctly,  eliminate all of the imaginary boundaries we have created and celebrate it with everyone,  not just those wearing red white and blue bathing suits.    I realize this could be an unrealistic utopian dream,  but if we ever did manage to work this out before the year 2200,   think of the day at the beach we would have then,  the size of those fireworks,  and the anthems we would write that could have God shedding his grace on a lot more territory.   We would need it for the extra crowded beaches….

Now don’t get me wrong,  I love fireworks as much as the next guy.   They are a great time to reflect on the past year and ponder the ways you have let your family and friends down,   but as usual,  we limit ourselves on the scope of it all.    There are currently 196 countries in the world.   Why not put our heads together and blow some shit up the right way.    By the time we pull this together,  there could be a wall to our south that we could start with.   Utopia has to start somewhere..

What is the meaning of this ?

I have asked this question almost every day of my life.  Lately I have been writing multiple things on multiple topics,  some of them funny,  the rest of them almost as funny.  I went back today to re-read these based on looking for the answer to this question,  and I realized all have a common theme that lies beneath the surface.   Why are we here and what is the point to us being here?    Is it to be good to our fellow man ?  To make sure that the good guys always win and evil is defeated back to where they came from ?   Or is it simply to enjoy the little things that life gives us without complaining about it to anyone who will listen ?

Yes, I have many questions, and I am sure you do too.   I have been jotting down memories of the first time I felt this way, and landed around 1970,  which happens to coincide with my introduction to Catholic school,  but certainly that can’t have anything to do with it,  can it ?

I am continuing to see signs surrounding me on this tiny globe that happens to be the correct distance from the Sun to sustain life.  Surely that cannot be an accident, can it ?

Join me as I go down the road to understanding what life is all about.   What are the true mysteries,  such as where did I come from,  why did I choose here and those around me,  and where can I get good take out food ?

I have notes and notes on this and have begun the task of compiling all into a testament of what matters, perhaps what does not matter, and having the ability to put them into the correct perspective.

I do know that we were all meant to enjoy the life we have been given,  even if it is the 500th time we have gone down this path, and have been kicking it since the Roman Empire.    Perhaps my telling of this will help you with that.

To close this out,  let the photo below tell you how enjoying life is supposed to be done..  She teaches me this every day.      More to come,  and if you have any nuggets of how you find life to have to meaning for you,  feel free to share and you may win a trip to Cleveland.

Adopt Rosa for Cinco De Mayo !

I have a new favorite.  (Don’t tell Summer)   Shy at first but once you get her out in the open air and the smell of the ocean,  Rosa is transformed into a sniffing, walking, running, stopping, jumping, prancing, happy to be out in the world dog that will make you feel the same.

Every time the Pet Resort brings a new friend in,  they manage to out do the previous one,  and that is a difficult task.   Rosa is smart, quiet, and grateful for all of the attention she is getting and has long deserved.

I could say more, but we will let Bruce take it from here.

Rosa, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be your owner, ain’t no liar
Rosa, you’re my stone desire

 

 

There’s a new kid in town

Everybody’s talking, there’s a new kid in town, all he needs is some walking…..

His name is Angus,  and as much as we liked Tracy and Petunia,  this dog takes coolness to levels not previously seen.     When the rest of the pups are barking away,  this guy just sits back and tells them all to relax.

You can always tell when someone knows what’s going on without saying a thing.  That is this dude.    I am looking forward to learning a lot from this fellow before someone smart enough realizes there is no finer dog in the land to bring home.

I will tell you this,  if we did not have Summer,  he’d be coming on home with us…..

More to come as we help get this cool cat a permanent crib.

And since we’ve no place to go.

Do I miss it ?  Sometimes, but not enough to move back above the rain/snow line.    The kid in you always wants to play in it,  but the older you get,  the heavier the shovel becomes.    It is on its way,  and to see it on radar is quite impressive.   Snowmaggedon,  The Storm of the Century,  Thundersnow,   Blizzardopolous,  Noreaster,  The Great Snowstorm of ’17,   The Week I caught the Clap…  Wait how did that one get in there ?

So off we go, battening down the hatches,  put the wife and kids to bed,  bring the dog in from outside, tie up the trash cans,  bringing in the outside furniture,  getting all the batteries, flashlights, first aid kits,  firewood,  fungus spray, ice melt, snow melt, rock salt, blow torch, pop tarts and vodka, whiskey and condoms,  penicillin and firearms,   it is time to hunker down,  formulate, fabricate and anticipate that anything can and will happen in the next 48 hours.

When the first flakes fly sideways,  it is katy bar the door,  it’s a white out and we are about to get dumped on,  pounded, slammed, obliterated with a Winter Storm that will make your joints howl the way they did back in ’27 when my great great grandpappy saw it snow for 6 days and lived on nothing but snow and wood bark.

And you better have some respect for Mother Nature, for this is no storm to sneeze at, you don’t want to get caught with your pants down,  or worse caught napping when this beast comes a knocking at your door,  you best have your ducks in a row or there will be hell to pay when it is time to pay the fiddler,  and you better give the devil his due or he may return with his friend named Sleet and nobody can stand that guy as he only makes a racket and knocks the power out.

You still have a few hours left to load up on water and milk and bread and eggs and generators and toilet paper and large quantities of alcohol since you will soon be forced to live with your family for more than an hour at a time and Lordy knows you do NOT want to do that sober.   And while you are at the store, don’t forget the non perishables and condiments and powdered milk and various old time board games such as  “Tell Dad he’s a dick”  or  “How to get away with maiming my siblings with Icicles”,  you know,  all of the old favorites.

Finally,  we have a new custom called naming that winter storm, as Hurricanes were not enough for the media.   So I gotcha covered,  if we are going to prepare for the Storm of the Millenium,  may as well have the appropriate names at the ready for when it comes.  These are only to be used when snow is measured with a yard stick, and the winds howl so loud you’d swear your mother in law was at the door.   If we are going to scare people with these storms, we need to name them properly.  I think body parts work best.

I give you Winter Storm :

Anus, Bowel, Cerebrum, Descending Colon,  Eye socket,  Foot Fungus ( a double whammy),  Ganglia, Hypothalamus, Incisor, Jugular, Kidney Stone,  Lymphatic Drainage, Medulla Oblongata, Pancreas,  Quasimodo (I know it’s not a body part, but it is a good storm name),  Rectum,  Sacrum, Thorax,  Umbilical,  V  (never mess with Winter Storm V),   Windpipe, Xiphoid Process, Yowsa, Zygote.  (ok, I know Yowsa is not a body part, but think of the ratings for Winter Storm Yowsa, coming to a town near you) 

Ok, that’s it for now.  Head for the hills before the storm gets to you, and if you can’t,  make sure you are with just the right amount of people you can stand…..

800 yards

It is not for everyone.  But it is a place unlike any other.  Many men and women come through here on a week to week excursion,  much fewer that come here and never leave, but it is not for everyone.   We are all just visitors here, for this place is truly owned by the extraordinary nature that begins at the waves and finishes up a few hundred yards to the west at the sound.   In between are the birds and the crabs, the dogs and the cats, the owls and the rats, the snakes and the turtles, the rabbits and the foxes.

No matter who thinks they own this or that, the wind will always have the last laugh.   When she decides to kick it up with her friends the rain and the tide,  we are at her mercy and are grateful for the amount of time she lets us stay here.   I will forever be in awe of the beauty that resides here on a day when the Sun pokes her head out from behind the clouds,  the winds lay dormant for a few hours, and the sky turns a shade of blue so sharp you cannot look away when you see it for the first time.   The trick is to never grow tired of such a day, as we live here on borrowed time from the Queen of Nature.  Appreciate the days that always turn out better than predicted,  for this 800 yard stretch has a mind of its own and can turn on you at a moment’s notice.

March has begun, and it is as quiet as quiet can be.  You have to be ok with the quiet to be here.  The slowness and stillness can drive a man crazy, or it can inspire him to do great things as that is where you plug into what you are supposed to do in this world.

The season on the island is about to begin,  let me take you through it this year.   The sounds of the sea,  the smell of the mist,  the seagull call from afar,  and the Saturday parade of cars.

There are many angles to see it from.   The visitor who wants to get away,  the resident who needs them for there are bills to pay.   It becomes a dance of sorts, the common denominator that most understand is that we are all on loan from the mighty Atlantic who lets us stay here a week,  a month,  a year,  a lifetime.

There will be many stories from whence everyone came,  and I will do my best to capture those things here.  It is calm here now,  but we who live here know the storm is coming, and preparations are underway.

The houses are being renovated, the restaurants are opening their doors, others waiting for April and May.   The musicians are tuning up their instruments, as we all know that every dance needs music.     We will start as the winds of March howl outside, telling everyone who truly rules the land that we get to call home.

800 yards and none of them wasted.   Everyone has their own reason for finding it.  Let their stories be told….

Cheer up ! You could live in the U.S.

Let me see if I have this straight.

You may have voted for Trump because you wanted him to win.

You may voted for Trump because you wanted Hillary to lose.

You may have voted for Hillary because you wanted her to win.

You may have voted for Hillary because you wanted Trump to lose.

You may have voted for Bernie Sanders because you did not want either one to win.

You may have voted for your neighbor’s cat Fudgey to make a point that you do not like any human.

You may have voted for your legally insane Uncle Stu’s imaginary friend Wolfgang, in the hopes the aliens would notice and then pick you up at the hangar you built in your backyard.

Well here we are,  three months later, no one is happy (except for comedy writers)  and everyone wants to tear someone a new asshole. In fact, there is a good chance this will become a new reality show on the Anatomy Reconstruction Channel this spring.

There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas.

Here is a glimpse of our tree :  Male, Female, Caucasian, African-American, Hispanic, Latino, Asian, American Indian, Republican, Democrat, Independent, Libertarian, Conservative, Liberal,  Heterosexual, Homosexual, Bi-Sexual, Bi-Curious, Asexual, Metro-sexual, Lower Class, Middle Class, Upper Class, No Class,  White Collar,  Blue Collar,  Redneck,  Green Card,  Yellow Belly, Purple Heart, Christianity, Judaism, Episcopalian, Rastafarian, Baptist, Lutheran, Methodist, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Mormon, Scientologist, Atheist, Agnostic, Senior Citizen, Millennial, Gen-Ex, Baby Boomer, Meat Eater, Vegetarian, Vegan, Pollotarian, Pescatarian, American, Canadian, Mexican, European, Australian, Russian, Indian, Nostafarian.   (I know I missed at least 2.7 billion people, but hey, who wants to read a novel?)

The trouble with the maples
(And they’re quite convinced they’re right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can’t help their feelings
If they like the way they’re made
And they wonder why the maples
Can’t be happy in their shade

Here’s some labels you get just for showing up and playing the game :  Mother, Father, Brother, Sister, Son, Daughter, Uncle, Aunt, Cousin, Frousin, Mother In Law, Father In Law, Son in Law, Daughter in Law,  Grandma, Grandpa, Mammy, Grammy, Poppy, Pappy, Granny and Slappy, Boyfriend, Girlfriend,  Fiance, Husband, Wife, Significant Other, Plus One, Infant, Baby, Toddler, Child, Adolescent, Teenager, Young Adult, Regular Adult, Twenty Something, Thirty Something, Forty Something,  One hundred and Something.

For those who hate the unemotional Significant other or Plus One,  I give you : She’s my baby, baby cakes, baby doll, ball and chain, better half, BFF, bitch, boo, bum chum, chick, daddy, flame, home skillet, lady love, hunny, lovebird, main squeeze, missus, old lady, old man, pardner, piece, pookie, schmookie, cabookie, puppy love, sweetie, trophy wife, lovers for life.

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream ‘Oppression!’
And the oaks just shake their heads

So what do we make of all the labels we give each other to keep us separate?  I will take the above list and below is the category or box that I will admit I fall into :   Male, Caucasian, Heterosexual, I would be a Metrosexual except I hate to wear pants, Mipple Class, Cathiest, The Last Baby Boomer, Pescatarian American, who is a Brother, Father, Cousin, Uncle,  Son, Son In law, Father in Law, Husband, Fifty something, I am not a Pookie but on a good day I can be a Schmookie.

Now you may have noticed that I did not list anything poltical, and for that I give you the right to call me a bleeding heart, bloviate, conchie, dittohead, front runner, hard shell, Joe the Plumber, Kool Aid drinker, Limousine Liberal, loose cannon, Minarchist, Mossback. Panda Hugger, Peacenik, Policy Wonk, Politainer, Pundit, Rapatvist, Security Mom, Sheeple, Slacktavist, Swing Voter, or Wonk.

Feel free to go through the above and see where you land.  It may make you feel you are very different from me,  but I have news for you,  you are NOT.  Except for the wearing pants part.

Let’s let Rush close this one out,  and if you get a chance, listen to the song.  It says more in 5 minutes than anything else I have seen in the past 3 months…….

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
‘The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light’
Now there’s no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe and saw