Hell of a Guy
You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life - Albert Camus

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

A New Life…


The Nancy and I are in the process of purchasing a new home, another home, and I am getting excited.

We moved here to The Farm in August 2005. Now, thirteen years later, we are doing it again, though not for a couple of months. It will take us a couple of months to consolidate and liquidate all the stuff and crap we have accumulated over our 18 years of marriage and the stuff we brought into it. We have a whole lot of shit.

Life on The Farm has been good. We hate to leave it…almost. We love sitting on our quiet porch in our sweet rocking chairs, talking and listening to the sounds of country living. It is comforting and soothing. Life here has been wonderful. Life in this community has been wonderful. We have many, many friends here who we will miss. Of the things we won’t miss or regret leaving behind, there is a long list. I won’t miss having to cut grass. I won’t miss living on a gravel road and the dust that comes with farm life. I won’t miss constantly having a dirty car. I won’t miss not owning a lawnmower, a chainsaw, a tiller and garden tools. I won’t miss the maintenance that goes with owning a 6600sqft house. I am not looking for all that is involved with moving, but then there is the new place.

The new house is about 1/3 the size of this one. We have to reduce our stuff, but the advantages this house outweigh the trauma and trouble of it. The new house still offers us a first-floor master. We ill have an open concept living area.  I was sold on the place when I saw the view from the back of the house…beautiful. I totally love that I won’t have to mow grass. Our new yard is slightly larger than a postage stamp. If there is a downside it might be we will have a lot less privacy and lots of neighbors.

All and all, I am extremely happy to make the move, even though the location is not what I had hoped it would be. But maybe, just maybe, there will be enough money taken out of this place to allow us to buy a small condo somewhere in the southeast where is rarely snows and we can spend the cold months.

Oh! Am I looking forward to this or what?

And that is all I have to say about that…

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Attitude and Life…


The Nancy and I are attending a conference at Virginia Tech this week. While I was out exploring the campus here that I had not been on since the late 1990s, Nancy attended a session with a speaker whose theme was “Attitude.” I have some thoughts on this, even though I did not hear the guy speak. The Nancy told me he offered that one’s attitude greatly affects others who happen to be nearby. I wholeheartedly agree.

How many times have all of us been in the presence of someone with a crappy attitude that just made us miserable, brought a bad vibe to group? If I asked for a show of hands in a crowded room, I bet there would be 100% participation. People affect people. Similarly, if you are with someone who is cheerful and happy the overall mood in the room is cheerful and happy. Human nature, I suppose but nonetheless true.

I have always, well perhaps not always, but certainly for a very long time, known I am 100% in charge of my attitude. 100%! I can choose to be happy, if even things don’t go my way, or I can choose to be a dick and drag everyone’s attitude to my level.

Now, most of the time…99.9% of it, I am happy as hell, but I have to laugh, which I often do, when I am in the car alone as I talk to myself about the other drivers on the road with me. It works this way, Mr. 100% in Charge of Attitude, if they are driving faster than I they are assholes; however, if slower than I they are idiots. These people should go park their vehicles and toss the keys in the garbage.

I must admit today my attitude is high, 100%, and because I will it, it will remain at that level.

And that is all I have to say about that…

Friday, May 04, 2018

Spring is in the Air, and Other Stuff.


This is without doubt my favorite time of the year. Spring, a time of renewal, of rebirth.

The fruit trees are beginning to flower, the oaks and maples are showing a little green. Red Bud is full out. Love, too, is in the air. Wild turkeys are singing their “mating song,” as are the peepers (toads) and birds are joining in with their own, too. Soon it will be time to bring the rockers and plants to the porch. This is my time.

Spring also brings some drudge work. Mowing, for one. I have one mowing under my belt thus far, and about fifteen or so to go this season. I mow about eight acres, and that eight acres takes about five hours. I once figured it takes about as much time for me to mow as it would for me to drive to Cleveland or New York City. Such is the price I pay to live here on The Farm.

Just yesterday I tilled my garden space getting it ready for planting which is just days away now. My advancing age was evidenced by how miserably tired I was after just a few hours…so much so when I showered I was too tired to shave making me look a lot like Grizzly Adams. I do not have the stamina I once had. I certainly did not yesterday, though I can attribute some of that to the 91-degree temperature here that was quite unusual for May 3rd.

Today is “Take it Easy” day. My extensive schedule calls for me to sit in my favorite chair musing in idle thought, thinking of all those chores and tasks I need to get to, but, then, what’s the hurry?

And that is all I have to say about that… 

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

So I Found this Shirt…


A few years ago, perhaps four, maybe even five, I ordered this custom-made t-shirt. The front of the shirt had my name printed on it three times in varying font sizes. The back of the shirt had a photograph of a painting The Nancy and I had made with our faces and the bodies and background of the classic “American Gothic” (it hang in our family room) and my http://www.hell-of-a-guy.com website printed on it below the picture. It was pretty cool, least I thought it was, it was also a size XL.

As time passed, the shirt began to get a little tight and form fitting as my body got a little larger and the shirt did not. I put the shirt away.

Well here I am 60 days into a Weight Watchers program and about 25lbs lighter. I was rummaging through my closet the other day, and lo and behold this shirt surfaced. I tried in on and it fits very well, so well, in fact, I have decided to adorn it once again; however, this presents me with a little issue. I have not been keeping the blog going very well. Yes, I have posted a piece here and there, but not consistently. If I intend to wear the shirt, and I intend to wear the shirt, then I must keep the website going and post some of my good old bullshit on it. That said, it is now my intent to do so.

That said, here is the first of what I hope will be many posts – some that might piss a reader or two off, others to make the reader laugh or think. Maybe one or two to make the reader tear up. I hope so, anyway.

Be on the lookout for some crap to come your way. Check back from time to time to see if this Hell of a Guy has lived up to his commitment. In the meantime, I am going to rest my weary brain with a short nap.

And that is all I have to say about that…

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