April 27, 2018, Prescott-
You sent me a letter,
“Save with us!”
On a whim,
I checked out your offer.
“We represent a new way of thinking”,
you said.
I checked out your offer.
Your answer, as I expected,
was “No”.
This is your pants on fire moment.
I’ve never been much for liar’s poker,
and I will sit this one out.
I go on my way,
with my own resources.
Meager as they are,
unlike you,
I came by them honestly.
April 22, 2018, Prescott-
I am not given to talking so much about myself, but yesterday, I received a nomination from someone who has been friendly and supportive, of late: Amberley Griffin.
This is to invite me to list five things I like about myself. So, here goes.
First, I like my resilience. I have been able to bounce back from several mishaps, setbacks, or what not- from bankruptcy and the loss of my wife, Penny to having the brake linings of my car cut, a few years back and losing it in a ditch.
Second, I like my health. I have been able to maintain good health and a somewhat youthful energy level. It takes fastidious practices, including essential oil-based supplements, chiropractic treatments, power naps after work, regular work-outs and a fastidious attention to diet.
Third, I am fairly pleasant company. I get along well with most people and am doing better at not taking offense when people are standoffish or cross.
Fourth, I have a quick, though situation-based, sense of humour. I cannot produce jokes on demand, but things come to mind at the oddest of moments, while being apropos to a situation.
Fifth, I am a loyal friend, even to those who, for philosophical differences, I have not seen or heard for a few months, or years. If those people needed me, I would do the best I could to be there.
I am a work in progress, and so, while I have irritated some here, lately, bear with me. My whole is pretty good, overall.
April 15, 2018, Tempe-
I felt like a fish out of water,
yesterday and today.
It’s not that
the place is awful.
It’s quite beautiful here.
It’s not that
the people are disagreeable.
Even in expressing
an alternate opinion,
my fellow Baha’is
are quite loving.
No, the problem was,
I left my do Terra supplements
at home.
These make all the difference,
in my body chemistry.
(Two hours later, in Prescott, I am back on an even keel. This is not a mistake I’ll make again!)
April 13, 2018, Prescott-
Happy Friday the Thirteenth!
Truth be told,
I’ve not had
an unlucky day
when the workweek
ends on a day
named “thirteen”.
Today will be interesting, though.
There is a cold snap,
of sorts.
Several people mentioned
last night,
that they needed to bring
their plants inside.
The temps did dip
into the twenties.
Three days ago,
it was 85/47.
This coming Sunday,
it’s back into the 70’s.
Then, the bouncing begins,
for a few fun days,
back and forth.
Mother Nature is
acting like the Stock Market.
(Dear friends across the north,
stay safe. It may seem hard
to fathom, but there will be
a summer this year.)
April 10, 2018, Prescott-
We went over to the local YMCA,
this morning,
and the students did several elements
of gymnastics.
I confined myself to the trampoline pad,
doing five rounds of three minutes each
and a rest in between each.
Cardiovascular is critical to good health.
What if I had hung from the high rings
and jumped into the foam pad pit?
I have thought, quite a bit,
of through-hiking,
when I am about 74 or so,
perhaps the Pacific Crest,
or the East Coast Continental,
which subsumes the AT
and Florida Trail.
Maybe, I will get really
ambitious, and walk
from Nordkap to Gibraltar.
A veteran through-hiker
says it takes lots of money
to do any of this.
I suppose one could argue
that it takes lots of money
to do anything worthwhile.
What if I did it on a shoestring?
These are random thoughts,
on a languid Tuesday.
April 7, 2018, Prescott-
It’s been 6.5 years, but I remember:
He- “Your life has been one disappointment, after another. Your delivery has been horrible. You SEEM to expect others to carry you along.”
I (Thinking)- “My life is far from over. I may not have my nose to the grindstone, but I am NOT letting one person condemn me to the scrap heap. I may or may not amass the fortune he seems to expect, but I am going to get back to a quality life-on MY terms.”
The uncomfortable morning passed, and I’ve held my own. There has been no fortune amassed, but there is a decent life. I paid the above person back, every cent owed at the time. We have a strong bond, again, and a mutual respect has been rebuilt.
I write this, in response to a young correspondent expressing a high level of self-directed anger, in the midst of a rough patch. Some of us, indeed, hit more than our share of speed bumps, and some are imposed by other people- or by institutions, including governments. There is no limit, however, on how many times one can get back up and continue onward. Remember, Mohandas Gandhi, before he was Mahatma, and when he was a supporter of the South African government, was knocked down, repeatedly, for voicing a difference of opinion with that government. Each time, he got back up, and eventually earned a meeting with the Prime Minister.
This resilience is true, for each area of our life. I am known in my family to be nothing, if not as stubborn as an ox- and this has been the deciding factor, in keeping me alive and well. There is no reason why any person can’t climb out of a hole- despite the depth.
Each of us is more than that.
April 3, 2018, Prescott-
A friend referred to things being too crazy.
Yes, we can see it all around.
The President supports this bill.
No, wait, he’s against it.
There will be negotiations with a foe.
“Are you kidding? We can’t possibly do THAT!”
The stock market is headed for an epic crash!
Oh, well, that was yesterday.
Maybe again tomorrow, though.
“The Constitution says that mentally ill people
are entitled to possess a firearm,
for their protection.”
So much for a well-regulated militia.
Day by day,
it’s enough for me to love,
educate
and safeguard
our four charges.
It’s enough for me to serve
the Lord of the Age,
and work to unite
the human race
against the Forces of Darkness.
It’s enough for me to tend
to my own healing
and that of my community.
The craziness will run its course,
and our Sun will continue to shine.
April 1, 2018, Prescott-
Happy Easter, and Passover, one and all. I have spent much of today, fighting with my WP feed, trying to go back to those posts I missed, last flipping weekend and onward. I have hit upon keeping one window open for my Reader- and one for this side of my site.
This laptop will need to go in for repair soon. To do that, I will finally re-open my account with Geek Squad, the Best Buy Technical Support arm. This will do one of two things: Either my 7-year-old laptop will continue to support my photo posts, or it will need to be replaced. Either way, it’ll be a week before I post any photos on these pieces, as Windows File Explorer is constantly in buffering mode, which tells me my old friend is very sick.
I haven’t done much today, but then again, yesterday found me in Phoenix, walking with three other people around a neighbourhood called Sunnyslope, which is an important place in the annals of Penny’s and my last ten years together. I am glad to have helped install 13 smoke detectors, in 7 of the 25 houses we visited. 6 went in one house, alone. The most important were those placed in the bedrooms of youths.
Visiting a friend in Superior, and finding her working alone, on a Saturday afternoon, was bothersome. I stayed long enough to enjoy a nice lunch and to help her just a bit, with tidying up and offering moral support. This person is going through something similar to what I endured, with a spouse suffering debilitation. I hope her co-workers will get a grip and start pitching in more.
Today, though, I am thinking of someone, very far away, whom I have never met face to face. Something about her, though, has drawn me in. Like anything else of this nature, we’ll see.
I watched a short video about the Sumerians. It challenges conventional wisdom about our origins as a species. I have one question, though: If there are some beings that are responsible for our intelligence, and they “civilized” us, then left, why aren’t they back? Perhaps, they know better. I think I will stick with my God, and the God of us all.
My Memorial Day to Independence Day travel schedule is mapped out- Nevada, Colorado, eastward through Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, Ontario, Montreal, New England, Pennsylvania, down the Delmarva, Hampton Roads, across Virginia, the Carolinas and Tennessee, before an I-40 zip, back to Home Base and Prescott’s fireworks. Most of this route is to see friends and family-some of whom I have not seen in a very long time. Good Sam Parks and hostels will be well-researched and penciled in, beforehand. There will be a birthday party or two, a family wedding and a Xanga/Facebook gathering. If this sounds like a lot, it’s because it is.
In the meantime, we have a month of standardized testing at our high school, which means unusual schedules. Then, there is Graduation Month. In both April and May, I will also be occupied with Baha’i activities, to boot. I would not miss any of this, or rush through it, for all the world.
March 26, 2018, Prescott-
I attended a gathering, yesterday, at the Native American Baha’i Institute, which is 4 1/2 hours’ drive from here. The occasion was an intensive flute making and playing workshop, by a long-time flautist, who is a friend. Kevin visited our home, years ago, when Penny, Aram and I lived on the Navajo Nation. His work is always worth supporting.
I will have more to say about the flute, and about the event, in my next post. Today, though, a brief word is in order about the rising of those who have been subservient.
In the mid-1990’s, my mother-in–law would insist on the Victorian dictum, regarding children maintaining silence. She would later come to regret that stance, but at the time, it was her way of keeping our son and his girl cousin in check. I disagreed, vehemently then, and do now. Children should be seen, heard, believed- and properly educated and guided.
Women have largely been relegated to a subservient role, over the centuries- across the globe. Thankfully, this nonsense started to unravel, as far back as 1965, though people like my mother have never been content to have their voices go unheard. The presence of so many strong women in my life has made such a state of affairs seem totally absurd to me, forever and a day.
When I was a senior in high school, one of the seminal events was the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr., fifty years ago, next week. In my social studies and English classes, I would raise the issue of civil rights, to a largely deaf audience. My school, at that time, had five African-American students. I knew two of them, brothers, who were kept at home, the day after the senseless murder. There were hoots and hollers, expressions of satisfaction, by young men who have long since overcome their prejudice, born, as all prejudices are, by ignorance and fear. There were tears shed by more enlightened young women, who dared to date young Black men, from the next town over. My hometown is a more open-minded place, nowadays, and people are increasingly, though not completely, expanding their circles of friends.
There is a new world, a better place, rising from various ash heaps.
March 22, 2018, Prescott-
I got up well before sunrise, as usual, and went about the routine, except that coffee and breakfast waited until after my annual lab work for next Friday’s physical. I was first in line, so that was an in/out process.
I did something else, with assurance from my spirit guides. On what would have been my very frugal father’s 91st birthday, I tore up all correspondence from a sweepstakes company and tossed a few other pitches for money that I just don’t have to spare for them. Dad always honoured his commitments and his obligations, and I walk, as best I can, in his footsteps. I am assured that all else will follow, as needed.
It was another moment when I got a nice message from a good-hearted new online friend, and pondered my commitments for the rest of this month. Meditation told me, once again, that my choices are just that, my own. Nothing can really be imposed on us, except to pass on, when that day comes.
This dawn brought heavy cloud cover to us in Arizona, heavy rains to southern California and yet another heavy snowfall to the Northeast. Punxsutawney Phil is rolling on the ground, laughing, with his little trick; the groundhog lied.
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