Hell of a Guy
I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have. - Thomas Jefferson

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Winter Weather Sucks…

02/16/2016

If I haven’t said this at least a thousand times since the winter solstice nearly two months ago, I hate winter (perhaps in memory of my mother I should say “detest winter”) and I totally despise snow. This is why I just know I should live in Florida or the Deep South for at least four months of the year.

I am sitting here in my family room watching ice accumulate on the plants and trees, as well as a thin layer of it on the snow that fell earlier yesterday. It is a nasty sight. I would like to close my eyes and be able to wish away the next six weeks and get to April. I can just hear Mother calling me out for wishing my life away, but what the hell is a week or two here or there.

Spring here on The Farm is the best of all the seasons. It begins with hints of the most brilliant and greenest of greens on the trees followed by the emerging flowers on the red buds. By the first week in May the trees will be in full regalia and grass mowing time be just around the proverbial corner (not pleasurable but necessary).

Late April, as the days get longer and warmer, will signal the time when the porch furniture – rugs, rockers and plants – will come out, followed by an almost nightly ritual of enjoying it with a beverage in hand before we have dinner. There will be time when The Nancy and I sit out there for hours just enjoying the sweet sounds of nature and this beautiful wonderland where we live. It is very relaxing.

But then, there is the reality of this sucky season we must endure before we get to the good stuff. I am told there are actually people who enjoy this cold, miserable, depressing time of the year. I feel for them, for they are demented.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
Thursday, January 28, 2016

The Funny Thing about Turning 72…

01/28/2016

In a mere 13 days I will “get” to celebrate my 72nd birthday. An auspicious occasion? Not really. It will be just another day of the 26,298 I will have celebrated on this planet. Not bad!

For a number of years, especially since beginning this Hell-of-a-Guy blog (I wonder if I am the only one who reads the crap I post), I have written something on my birthday or as it approaches about my aging. This year obviously is no different. I just cannot seem to slow down this spiraling aging process we call life.

Now, the funny thing about turning 72 is simply that there is nothing at all funny or hilarious about it. There sure as hell isn’t anything I can do to stop it, it is coming as the speed of light. I do have one God-given means, but I choose not to use it. The alternative to taking a breath every once in a while is far less conducive to my present lifestyle.

If I were to invert the age number 72 to 27 and run a comparison on how I felt then and what I could do, there might be some fun it that. Hmmm?

When I was 27, I had hair. At 72, not so much.
When I was 27, I could jog for an hour or more. At 72, not at all, actually, not at all.
When I was 27, I had a waistline. At 72, I have a much larger one.
When I was 27, I could sleep all night without a bathroom trip. At 72, a night with less than three is a miracle.
When I was 27, I could stay up and watch the 11pm news and maybe some of The Tonight Show. At 72, if I make it to 10pm it, too, is a miracle.
When I was 27, I had no problem tying my shoe laces and buttoning my shirt collar. At 72, both are a huge chore, so I wear loafers and collarless shirts.
When I was 27, my libido was alive and kicking. At 72, it’s in there somewhere and comes to visit once in a great while…I think.

I really think I could go one and on, but soon I will get into physicality and physical ability, and this whole conversation will take a nosedive into areas I would rather not explore. Suffice it to say, it is all still good. My life is good, my health is okay, what more could I ask for.

I really have but one wish, one abiding wish for my future: I want to get to hold the babies of all of my grandchildren. So far, that wish has been granted once, and it is one of the most spectacular feelings I have ever had.

Perhaps the funny thing about turning 72 is me and how I look at it, and in it I have 20-20 vision.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
Saturday, December 26, 2015

Christmas Past 2015

12/26/2015

The day after Christmas, especially when Christmas falls on a Saturday, should most definitely be a day of rest. I awoke this morning feeling tried and out of breath. Yesterday was a busy day, though we really didn’t do anything tiring, it was nonetheless a long, long day.

We chose to do our family gift exchange on Christmas Eve this year, a first, but a good one. The Nancy and I took her dad to an early church service on Christmas Eve. After church we had a wonderful, very filling dinner with the family…especially Lynnley Grace, aka The Muffin. To watch The Nancy’s dad with that baby is heartwarming and stirs the emotions. It was everything a Christmas with family should be, a stunning example of family love.

Yesterday we spent the whole day with The Nancy’s 86-year old dad. We had a late breakfast together and watched him as he opened presents from The Nancy’s sibs. Now here’s a guy of humble beginnings and rose beyond them. He’s led a simple but productive life. In retirement for over 30 years, he has all he needs. He has lived alone since his dear wife passed away in June 2013, and has had a roller coaster ride of health issues, but continues to have a bright outlook on life and living. His children, though none living less than 150 miles away, are in constant contact and rally around him any time it is warranted. Did I mention he’s a good guy? It was a pleasure to spend the day with him.

So here we are, December 26th. A little later, after a birthday breakfast with the oldest grandson, The Nancy and I will head home and crash the rest of the day. Well, at least, I will. Knowing her, we will get home and settled and she will head to her office (in the basement) to “catch up.” It’s just the way she rolls.

So now the hoopla is over. In just another 364 days we will do it all over again. In the meantime, the New Year approaches. 2016 is just around the corner. If it goes as quickly as 2015, I might as well start right now to write about Christmas 2016.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
Sunday, November 29, 2015

Being African American…

11/29/2015

An experience I have only recently enjoyed. Yep! That’s me, an African American…well, that is, at least a piece of me.

Not long ago The Nancy and I had our DNA analyzed by Ancestry.Com. The results were about what we expected but for one itty-bitty ancestry line on mine. It is confirmed one percent of my DNA comes from Africa, and I plan to use this information to my advantage.

Since getting the results of this testing, I have been living the Black Experience. I am now connected to my people, and no longer can I be accused of living with the advantage of “white privilege.”  On any form I fill out that asks for information as to my race, I will be checking the African American block. I am an authenticated minority now.

All kidding aside, I am more than well aware all human life began in Africa. Mankind began there and migrated across the planet. In one way or another everyone on this planet is distantly related and we all have an African blood line – large or small, it’s in us somewhere to some degree, and this makes me all the more proud to know I have a documented 1% in mine.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
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