Can't wait till you get this beauty!My soon-to-be one-of-a-kind macrama beauty:
I've finished up a few fairly grueling days in Springfield at the State Fair doing some freelance work for STYX / Tesla and Rascal Flatts .. and yes, I have consciously stayed away from the Thread since my last post, so thanks to those of you that inquired as to my well being and the "I miss you .. " sentiments I have recieved .. as the once again inevitable cycle of Thread end draws near, and my good friend Mike gets ready to do another reboot, I pause to reflect whether it will be another new beginning for me, or the end of a chapter .. I lean toward a New Beginning .. However, feel free to tell me to take a hike .. I'm a grown azz man (no pun intended) and I can take it .. trust me ..
Either way, I will continue to be who I am, as I have always been here and in real life .. I will not offer any false platitudes .. nor will I ask your approval of anything I say .. In addition, I'm not interested in (a la Trump) being politically correct .. if I feel like calling someone out on the thread because of their annoying persona, I will, and I don't need the Nanny Brigade stepping up with "Let's just all sing "Kumbaya" .. to those that don't like that, again, feel free to tell me to take a hike .. the funny thing is, based on PM's I get, I'm saying what many are thinking .. I'm just putting it out there ..
Since the Dawn of USENET and other early Web Human Interaction abilities, people have been allowed to present themselves however they see fit .. living vicariously, if you will ... I've never cottoned to that notion, with me you get me, warts and all .. over our time together, those that have been around from the get go know me .. I've been brutally honest about my own failures and shortcomings, and I've tried to be as good a friend as I can be .. to those that seem to actually want friendship, anyway ..
To the new and relatively new members of the "Geezers and Good Women" thread, by now, you are asking yourself "Who is this Loon .. ??" .. and I plead guilty .. but, in my own self defense, it's a long Road some of us have traveled since Ground Zero here, and you kinda had to be along from the get go .. but, regardless, please stay .. this is, in fact, the Gold Standard ..
At any rate, back to where I started .. I knew STYX would not have Dennis De Young in the lineup .. but the guys did a credible job .. and Rascal Flatts was pure pleasure to work with .. now, I'll wait for the checks to clear ..
in closing out for tonight, I'm going to spin a few that pop into my head ..
And Yiddle .. it was your post that made me sit down and think .. we've come too far, too long .. this ones for you ..
Good seeing you again, Willie.......being true to oneself is the only way to be and needs no explanation.
YES, indeedy!
And, a good morning....well, it's now the afternoon.....to you, too!good morning porch peeps
I love it that you finally got the recognition you so deserve......you go, girl!!!!
I don't think I've had pain that is greater in my life than when I lost my child, and I too, rarely talk about it, so you sharing this only affirms my opinion of what a sensitive soul you truly are.Thoughts for this morning .. I'm sitting in a well appointed Hotel lobby, laptop breezing along, enjoying the tail end of the Morning Breakfast Buffet .. people watching and sipping a surprisingly good cup or three of Lobby Coffee .. kids and their parents, many that came to town for the State Fair, some with the remnants of last nights face paint still clinging .. energetic and with all the promise of the Future in front of them .. I glance at a young Mother, she smiles at me ..
I'm on the cusp of some things .. so, I'm going to unload some baggage .. well, not really unload since you can never truly unload, but you can share with people that you care about .. and make no mistake, regardless, I always feel the love here ..
I am fast approaching my next birthday, September .. and, although I swore off birthdays, you can't avoid them since they are ingrained .. so, reflection begins, at least for me .. I don't like to talk age, since I believe it is irrelevant .. I am beyond 60 by far, yet below 80 if that at least gives you a ballpark ..
On this day, in 1995, a young man on a Harley crested a hill near Redding, CA, heading North on a crisp Northern California morning .. as he approached the apex, a truck in the opposite lane swerved into his lane and hit him full on .. the Police said he probably died instantly .. which, I guess is designed to be some sort of consolation .. my work, my general lifestyle, my refusal to cater to his Mother (my Ex) .. had essentially estranged me for 10 years .. my fault, I took the easy way and just put no effort into maintaining any sort of relationship .. "My Child Arrived Just the Other Day, He Came to The World in the Usual Way .. " ..
When I finally got the news, the funeral had taken place, so not even a hint of closure to be had .. not that there would have been closure, I mean, how can you close on that .. ?? I flew out to California soon after, got the exact location and rented a car, driving out to the spot .. I parked off to the side, got out and walked down the rise some .. I saw the skid lines, I could basically reconstruct in my head the scenario, and I cried .. did I cry for him or was I crying for me .. ?? I don't know, I'd hope I was crying for both of us .. I gathered up a small jar of dirt, which sits on a shelf as a reminder ..
Many of us are defined by pain .. not the physical pain, but the mental pain .. we are who we are, the core generally stays the same .. I don't share this story lightly, and I very, very rarely speak of it .. I tell it now because I will always believe in what's built here .. and to say thanks to the many of you that have opened up your hearts and shared your pain since we started this Journey .. so, no matter what the Future may hold, know that I very much hold dear this Rare and Amazing Place .. where by some simple twist of fate, we connected ..
! I'd have baked you a cake had I known, I'd have eaten it too. Damn if I'm going to send a cake that far. Maybe by USPS that way it would have been a science project by the time it arrived. Happy Birthday Oldbroad!
