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

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Thanksgiving, Again…


Seems to me this holiday in 2013 was just a few weeks ago.  Where did the time go?  What did I really do of any significance over the past 365 days?  Did I do anything that really counts as an accomplishment?

The answers to those questions: I don’t know.  I have no idea.  I did not do much but sit on my ass and think about doing stuff; and, that as far as doing anything that counts as an accomplishment…total fail.

Having said all that, I believe I had a great year, though as I approach my 71st birthday in a few months, I am beginning to feel my age, whatever the hell that means.  I have aches and pains where I have not had aches and pains before.  My weight is up slightly, my hair is thinner, my hearing is not what it used to be, but I am not drinking any more…nor any less, for that matter.  All is good in my world; I have no complaints (to speak of).

Back to Thanksgiving 2014.  Nancy and I have arrived in mid-West Virginia close to her dad’s house where we will celebrate the holiday with her family.  As we have done for the past few years the better part of our Thanksgiving feast is packed in coolers in our car.  It was my joy to have roasted two-twenty pound turkeys, bake 48 potato rolls, and make pumpkin cheese cake, two pies and some other confections.  I prepared some whole cranberry sauce, gravy, and have carrots, Brussels sprouts and kale ready to cook.  Some other family members are working on a sweet potato dish, a cranberry salad, a couple of kinds of mashed potatoes, two or more dressings and more desserts.  We will not go hungry.

This Thanksgiving falls on the 27th, which brings back a memory of Thanksgiving, November 27, 1997, the day my dad passed away.  This year I will, quietly, drink a toast in his honor, though he might not approve of it, but what the hell.  Happy Thanksgiving, Dad.  I miss you still. 

To me, Thanksgiving is all about family and a time to be together and to express our thanks for all we have and the good fortune bestowed upon us…regardless of whether is comes from a higher power or from within. 

We will also get to discuss dieting plans to rid our bodies of the massive weight gain from the copious quantities of calories we will ingest. 

Happy Thanksgiving to all.

All that is all I have to say about that…

Sunday, November 02, 2014

The Ice Man Cometh…


Yesterday afternoon as I sat shivering in the Milan Puskar stadium on the campus of West Virginia University, watching my favorite college football team give the game win away by silly mistakes, my mind began to wonder a bit.  My rapidly atrophying medulla oblongata conjured up the memory of just how much I totally detest cold weather.  The additional fact added in of a heavy mist was falling, making the 40 degree air all the more bone chilling, did not make the experience any more enjoyable; however, my disdain of all things winter was exponentially reinforced . 

One of the first thoughts I generally have on cold weather days is just how easily The Nancy and I could be situated in a nicely furnished condo in Florida, or some other warmer locale…but no.  I cannot make the woman I live with see the light, or instill the desire in her to escape the freezer that approaches.

This morning finds me at a Starbucks in Bridgeport, West Virginia.  I am gazing out windows at a sky full of very gray, angry looking clouds and a temperature at 7am of a mere 32 disgustingly frosty degrees. If I close my eyes I can imagine a happy lifestyle greeting me every day with white sandy beaches, palm trees and old guys (like me) wearing plaid shorts, a striped shirt, black socks and flip flops, but most of all, warmth.  Oh, how I long to be there!

And that is all I have to say about that…