Thursday, March 26, 2015

Fragmentize Friday

Holy toast almighty, I’ve missed a Friday Fragment posting or two or three? My last Friday Fragment confession was .., oh never mind. If you really care go over to Mrs. 4444’s blog (keeper of FF posts) and figure it out.

Think about this trivia - The Puritans loaded more beer than water onto the Mayflower before they cast off for the New World (link). Probably the biggest reason alcoholic drinks were preferred over water back then was the lack of clean sanitary water. This of course is why it makes sense to bring an ample supply of beer on any fishing trip into the wilderness.

In ancient Babylon, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead (fermented honey beverage) he could drink for a month after the wedding. Because their calendar was lunar or moon-based, this period of free mead was called the "honey month," or what we now call the "honeymoon."

While I was in Ireland I tried some mead at a medieval castle. It tasted awful.  Give me an ancient beer anytime.

a good stout

While Days of Our Lives pass As The World Turns, I wonder about The Young and The Restless. All My Children are grown adults now but occasionally they do seem to be restless. Of course, we only have One Life to Live so we must pay attention.

I’m developing my skill of wild speculation. Hair - I believe my hair has become racist. The white hair appears to be driving my dark brown hair out of the neighborhood.

Ok, sure this hair-brained idea is far fetched. If you need to go far to fetch something doesn’t that make the thing and fetching more valuable?

Well regardless, I do believe I’m becoming a curmudgeon (note - remember to practice the pronunciation - don’t want to be a dumb curmudgeon). I found this insightful guide to curmudgeonship. Also, don't you think that curmudgeons often present quite a sight?

It’s your thing.
Do what you want to do now.
It’s your comment.
Write what you want to write.

Half-Past Kissin' Time

Thursday, March 19, 2015

talk of monday on a thurday night

It's Thursday night here.  Maybe it's Friday where you are?  Either way I'm thinking of Monday.
Why do we put down Monday?

My guess is because Monday brings an end to the fun of the weekend. This sculpture has that “somebody is having the mondays” look to it.

It’s an umbrella only a duck could love. 

Our trip to the Artprize in Grand Rapids MI has left me with many posting worthy pictures. Check this link for more on our art fair visit.  Follow this link for info on the artist.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

I need some advice

nice tree

I’ve noticed that most all advice columns are oriented for women.  I know men do know how to read and beside you can find advice via podcasts today.  It not like guys don't have ups and downs like everyone.  Is it really true that men detest advice?  Don’t tell me, I know where I’m going.

I never cared much for advice columns or books.

It seems the closest I get to advice is a how-to reference. Always solution focused.

Maybe it’s just adjusting to this retirement thing. Retirement does not have a precise definition. It certainly doesn't mean being able to do anything and everything one might find interesting or wanting to do. Sure the amount of free time has expanded but just free time doesn’t fix the necessary adjustments.

My wife shared a recent story that was sent her way via a friend. It has been emailed around for awhile so you might have seen it. Fun wordplay.

We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live in a big brick house, but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Arizona. Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on their bicycles, and wear name tags, because they don't know who they are anymore. They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they don't do them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on. At their gate, there is a dollhouse with a little old man sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts. Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thing every night - early birds. Some of the people can't get out past the man in the dollhouse. The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck. My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and, says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too. When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the dollhouse. Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.

Everybody’s texting at me. 

I don’t a read a word they are texting. 
Only the echos of my mind.

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