Hell of a Guy
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it - Henry David Thoreau

Monday, March 24, 2014

Stuff My Mother Said…

03/24/2014

And my dear-departed mother said a hell of a lot…and most of the time said this stuff to me.

One of her favorites directed at me, and quite often, was “The Lord works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform.”  This rolled off her lips way too easily about the time yours truly was issuing a meaningless complaint from mine.  If I heard the phrase once, I heard it a thousand times.  I suppose you might get the idea I complained a lot, and you are dead right. I was good at saying stupid stuff.

When I was younger, really younger, I had the unfortunate misconception that I was the Center of the Universe.  Little shit bothered me a lot.  I found early on in my life it was easier to complain about stuff than it was to do something about stuff or to understand it.  My complaints, said within earshot of my mother, instantaneously got the retort from dear old mom, “The Lord works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform.”  Yeah, yeah, yeah!  I think she did it to rattle me, and, quite frankly, she did.

It made me think, though not until many years later (like 50 or so), that my silly, inane complaints were truly meaningless, without substance.  The message she was conveying to me about my life’s journey in those words was simply this; “I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it.” 

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Sloth as it Relate to this Guy…

03/18/2014

A nasty word, sloth, but as my dearly departed mother often said, “If the shoe fits, wear it.”

Sloth is defined as one of the seven deadly sins in Christian moral tradition that refers to laziness.  Sloth is emotional apathy, neglecting what God has spoken, and being physically and emotionally inactive. It can also be either an outright refusal or merely carelessness in the performance of one’s obligations. Sloth can also indicate a wasting due to lack of use, concerning a person, place, thing, skill, or intangible ideal that would require maintenance, refinement, or support to continue to exist.

That whole damn definition fits this guy to a “T.”  If you are a regular reader, or were one, then you have noted my absence from this blog site and the lack of my customary bullshit posted on it.  For that I apologize.  While I would love to tell you I have been overwhelmed with things to do, the promise I made to myself many years ago not to lie prevents me from going that route.  My excuse, though it is not one a good one, is sloth.  I am and have been just too lazy to write.

Now, The Nancy and I have been incredibly busy, but not to the point of being overwhelmed by it, though she would differ with me.  The Nancy, as is her “modis operandi,” is always busy, it is her way, and these days she has way too much on her plate even for her in her super woman garb.  Me? I am lazy – a more than perfect description of this guy.

My project list continues to grow.  Where my bucket list continues to be devoid of entries, my project list has grown exponentially.  I am on volume #2.

So far today (it is now 12:30) I have not accomplished much accept to eat breakfast, watch the last episode of the season of Downton Abbey, read two chapters of a Steve Berry novel, eat lunch and write this.  How lazy can one get?

I think I am suffering from the Winter Doldrums, as I am more than sure many are this year of the Winter without End – sick of snow, sick of cold, sick of winter.  Oh, how I long to move south, but get no support for it from the CEO of this outfit.  I am damned to live in this hell until it freezes over, and at the rate we a going that could eventuate this weekend.

Well, enough of this playing.  I need to get back to my project list, but not to do it, just to add to it.

And that is all I have to say about that…