Day: July 10, 2017

Up again this morning early.   Actually, I was awake most of the night just laying there watching the clock.  These miserable night shift hours I have are hell.  Don’t mind the job too badly, but your body can never get in sync, in rhythm as it was.  It don’t know whether it’s supposed to be up working or home sleeping.  Later today I will have to take a nap.

That’s life though.  At least I have a job, and didn’t join all those other thousands of people in the ranks of the unemployed last month.  New numbers out every month.  Unemployment up, the dollar down, the housing market is sunk, spending money on the war that we borrow from China, they are pulling our yo-yo strings on gas, lower interest rates:  great for the market, terrible for people on fixed incomes who depend on interest to live.  Great economy.  Really strong according to President Bushman.  He certainly don’t have to fret since he and Cheney have their oil and blood money waiting on them after they leave office.  Wish they both had to come down and work 12 hour night shifts for a while.  Better yet, give them both an Army uniform and an M-1, and put them out on the streets of Bagdad after dark.  Serve them right.

And then what choices do we have coming up this year?  The Manchurian candidate, Malcolm X-man (yes Rev. Wright, anything you say Rev. Wright) and Hillary Dillary.  I don’t know what to call Hillary.  At this point, she looks like a shoo-in to lose.  Don’t you just know she is mad as hell about Obama sticking his nose in this year, in HER year?  At his age he could have waited.  If she loses, he has the wrath of the Clintons to deal with for years.  Ah politics, don’t you love it?

Yesterday was Good Friday, and I thought about how Jesus was nailed to the cross and died, because his politics were not correct.  All of the Jews welcomed him in to Jerusalem because they thought he had come to run the Romans out of town.  Then when they found out he wasn’t a Four Star General, they killed him.  Good thing for us, he knew the plan better than they did.

Rambling right along now, I was also thinking about how hard things are going to be 40 or 50 years into the future.  Coping is going to be hard.  Living is probably going to be hard.  I am glad I am 57 I guess, although I wish I felt like I did when I was 27, still had all my teeth and didn’t have arthritis creeping up on me.  Besides that, I am fine Thank You!  But, seriously I think my generation has been the “golden generation” even though we have seen some wars, and some other bad historical glitches we have also probably seen the best years that the world will ever have to offer.  I hope to God I am wrong, but things look like they are going to be tough from here on out, without some wisdom.  I foresee crises in water and in fuel that are going to wrack the world.

We are already feeling the pinch on water in this country.  Last year’s drought in the South drove home the point that you cannot take water for granted.  We have wasted that precious resource for decades and more now without giving it a second thought.  I guess we though Nature would clean up our messes.  Boy, were we wrong.  I think about that every time I drink a bottle of Dasani, or Propel.  I look at work every night when I am there and I am appalled at all the water my Industry dirties up, and wastes.  We had better get ahead of this coming crisis in water, young ones.  Get into the game because in 50 years, fresh water is going to be worth more than gold!

As for the fuel, well that’s just mathematics.  More people need more fuel.  More people making things (read China, India, Viet Nam, etc., etc.,) the more fuel that is needed to make them.  And believe me, right now those prenamed countries don’t give a rat’s rear how much they dirty the water or the atmosphere.  Have you seen the latest pictures of the Ganges?  Corpses floating down it and everything else and there’s still people out there washing their clothes in it and bathing in it.  And how about the clouds of smog and dangerous clouds over Chinese cities.  I would hate to be running a marathon there this summer.  They better have plenty of O2 ready, cause they are going to need it.  Probably some guy from Tibet with a bunch of Chinese soldiers after him will come running through and win the thing.  Why can’t they just turn that back over to the Dali Lama?  Beats me why they want to kill a bunch of monks.

Oh well, enough for rambling this morning I guess.  Hope I can stay back in touch with everyone.  I always say that, and then can hardly find the time to do anything but try and make money to make ends meet.  I am trying to simplify, as I have said earlier and it’s going to get more and more that way through the rest of the year.  Just cleaned out a lot of stuff yesterday and the rest is coming soon.  I mean, why in the heck do I need 47 shirts in my closet?!  I probably won’t wear some of them anymore the rest of my life.  I think I am going to do like Simon Cowell, and just start wearing gray t-shirts and gray pants.  That would make it simple.

It’s funny how when you are little, you never think that when you grow up you are going to be “ordinary”

Because I am a child of the 50’s and 60’s, most of the hero’s which I had to look up to, and want to grow up to be like were of an unattainable nature.  I tied a towel around my neck when I was four and imagined I could fly like my hero “Superman” on TV.  I ended up with a badly sprained ankle from jumping off the front porch.

Then there was the time, I got a Hoppalong Cassidy outfit, guns and all for Christmas.  I ended up burning my thumb on the caps that went into the cap guns.  Later on, one of them popped wrong, and flew up onto my eyebrow and burned it.  Right up until today I still have a little scar on that eyebrow.

Once after watching Dragnet, I got on my tricycle and pretended  I was chasing some bad guys and ended up riding down the front brick steps on the porch (dang that porch and me….why did my Mom let me play out there by myself?) and busted open my forehead.  10 or 12 stitches and I still have that scar too.

All those hero’s were not ordinary though.

Lately I wonder if I shouldn’t have tried to be like Flash Gordon.  It might have been fun to be an astronaut.  Of course I am deathly afraid of flying, but I think that being in a rocket and then being in outer space wouldn’t be as scary as going up in a jet.

I just get tired of being ordinary.  I am so ordinary that people who are shorter then I still look over me.  When I am in line at Wally World the check out girl looks at me and then tells the person behind me “next!”  I know how Rodney Dangerfield feels, when he says he don’t get “no respect”  As a matter of fact, I tried to call him once and tell him that I really respected his act and his secretary told me he didn’t take calls from nobodies.  What about that!

At this stage in life, it would take winning the BIG lottery to keep from being ordinary.  I am certain that if I won 260 million dollars I would have lots of new friends, and plenty of relatives I never met.  I think I would tell them to bug off.  Maybe not though….maybe I could be just a teeny bit generous.  That phrase just doesn’t fit does it?  If you’re generous, it’s not teeny…not to the person you are giving to.  That five bucks you gave the guy who was down on his luck one time a long time ago, may have entirely changed his life.  It does happen occasionally.

How does a person change from being ordinary to being something special?  Write an award wining novel?  Save the life of some kid who fell down a well somewhere?  Find a cure for cancer, or at least invent a safe cigarette.  Hmm….I don’t know about that one.

 

I guess the world is really just filled with ordinary people though isn’t it?  Even the ones who think they are extraordinary have it wrong sometimes.  They put their underwear on the same way everyone else does, and it still gets in a wad sometimes like everyone else’s does.

Why, I bet even the President of the USA has to do ordinary things sometimes.  Like go to the bathroom and stuff.  I bet even the prettiest actress in Hollywood still has boogers from time to time.    So, in a way even special people are ordinary, aren’t they? And sometimes on a magical day every great now and then, ordinary people do extraordinary things.  They don’t make a big fuss about it, they just do it.  And it does make a difference in some persons life.  It just does.

Even when you’re ordinary, most of the time you still have people who love you.   That makes you special.  I’d rather be ordinary and have people who love me….then be Superman and be alone.

I’m not tying a towel around my neck and jumping off the porch again though.