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Sunday, July 12, 2009

Enough Said…


“The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.”—Albert Einstein

Nothing to add.

And that is all I have to say about that…

Friday, July 10, 2009

Do the Right Thing…


Watching Fox and Friends this morning I overheard someone say “people really always want to do the right thing.”  I don’t have a clue as to what the subject was or of whom they were speaking, I was way to busy pressing The Nancy’s couture of the day, but that line caught my ear, and, of course, it got me to thinking, and, for sure, you know that is dangerous.  The majority of people do not “always” anything.  People for the most part want everyone else to do the right thing.  And, I sure as hell want the same.

If I am out in my car and a bell rings on my iPhone signaling an e-mail has arrived, I pick the damn thing up and check to see who sent it.  I have been known to (inadvertently) return a text message or even answer an e-mail while driving (isn’t “inadvertently” another word for bullshit?) but when I catch myself doing it, I quit (maybe).  If I see other people sending a Text or an e-mail I think to myself there is an accident waiting to happen.  Other people are not as good at it as I am.

Doing the right thing?  I almost always drive above the speed limit.  If someone blocks me, he/she is an asshole, and if some passes me, he/she is an idiot.  People traveling faster than I so deserve a ticket: those going slower I cannot easily get around shouldn’t be allowed to have a driver’s license.

I love children.  I love to be with them.  I love to watch them. I love to talk with them.  I always do the right thing when children are involved, except when they are on airplanes sitting behind me pushing their cute little feet into the back of my seat, or even worse, screaming.  At that point I am ready to open the door to see if children can sky dive.

Just think about what the world would be if everyone always “did the right thing,” including me?  There would be no crime.  There would be no poverty.  There would be no war, no armies, no navies, no starving children, no dictators, and no despots.  It could be done if everyone just subscribed to the same program, to always do the right thing.  It could work.  We could call it “The Golden Rule.”

And that is all I have to say about that…   

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Aftermath of the 4th…


Friends of ours have an Independence Day Celebration Party every year.  Sometimes it falls on the 4th, but six times out of seven it does not (I am so brilliant).  The Heaths run a restaurant here in Beautiful Downtown Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, population 711.  “Lot 12” was open for business on the 4th and the 5th, so on the 6th of July many of the Heaths’ family, friends and customers gathered at their country home for a cookout-drinkout.  The festivities started at 3pm.

The Nancy and I got there at 5, actually she was dropping me off as she had to leave for a couple of hours to attend a meeting.  I was left at the party with implicit instructions to “pace” myself.  I suppose the two coolers and forty eight beers I hefted to the party were a dead giveaway I was intent on downing a brew or two.  The Nancy returned to the Heaths about 8:45, and, as you may have already guessed, at that hour I was enjoying myself very much, and the beat goes on.  We arrived home at 12:52, The Nancy drove.  It was best.


I took a vacation day on the 7th, thinking it the reasonable and prudent course, and I am glad I did.  The effects of the party lingered on, or else I was suffering from an acute sinus condition.  After doing a little dirty yard work that day, I decided I should throw my work clothes and some other laundry in the washer, and I did.  As the cycle completed I moved the wet clothes to the dryer, noticing a lump of a solid nature in the pocket of the pair jeans I had worked in.  It did not take long for me to realize my good intentions also washed my wallet.  It was very juicy.

I can only think this occurrence was the result of the lingering effect having spent over five hours indulging in brewed bliss.  After all, I cannot possibly blame this on my own stupidity, or can I?

And that is all I have to say about that… 

Sunday, July 05, 2009

5:30am…Time to Get Up…


Here I sit in the family room of the Massie house.  It is now 8:52 and I am the only one up.  At this very moment there are eleven people in the house, and I am the only one up.  Not a creature is stirring, not even the cat or the dog.

There must be something wrong with me.  Why, at 5:30 this morning was I lying in the bed wide awake.  It was after eleven last night when I finally announced to the non-sleepy members and guests of this family that I was going to bed.  I am not sure how long it took for everyone else to peter out, but I was at least an hour or more beyond my limit and I couldn’t take it anymore.  Now, three and a half hours after getting up, having been to Starbucks, done an hour on the treadmill, I am still the only one with open eyes, and while it is very nice to sit here in this totally quiet house, what does this say about me that I cannot sleep past 5:30 in the morning?

Personally, I think sleeping is a waste of time.  I am really not living when I sleep.  I accomplish nothing in the prone position, eyes closed, dreaming…nothing at all.  However, on the opposite side of reposing, when I am awake I accomplish very little it seems, but at least a little is something.

And that is all I have to say about that…

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