Is a tale of two cities. Mebbe sometimes more.
Stuff amazes me. That “the dog can take you for a walk” (ie, we have cars that can now drive FOR you)… motorcycles that will stay upright, ya ain’t gotta put your feet down, lean, etc. Yet, our new (assuredly expensive computer system at work) doesn’t have the capability to type Mcdaniel as McDaniel… and it’s possessed, because it sucks at possessive (Charlie’s sweater always comes out Charlies sweater.)
On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life…
There were plants and birds and rocks and things.. there was sand and hills and rings…
In the midst of this journey comes hot, cold, really hot, really cold, storms (wet/freezing/blowing) mild, a smile.. hearing a funny story (to undoubtedly re-relate/butcher it later)… many political ads relating “ask not what your country can do for you, but what these SOB’s running surely cannot do”… an email from/to a loved one.. a compliment.. and then news of the passing of (another) classmate. Kinda rearranges the view from the horse.
I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name, it felt good to be out of the rain,
In the desert you can remember your name ‘cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain,
La la la la la las…
Life brings a first job, anudder job, a pay raise, a layoff, a promotion, a Chapter 11, then 7, work in a different metropolitan area.. fun coworkers.. great managers.. then some that you wonder howinthehell they even brush their own teeth, get their shoes on the correct foot.
After two days in the desert sun my skin began to turn red… after three days in the desert sun I was looking at a river bed.. and the story it told of a river that flowed made me sad to think it was dead…
You see, life is roses, thorns, “oh baby oh baby’s”, spitwads, missed field goals, routine balls bobbled, SPECTACTULAR catches.. good guys, bad guys, quiet guys, guys that won’t shut up (scroll to “but what these SOB’s running surely cannot do”.)
After nine days I let the horse run free
‘cause the desert had turned to sea..
There were plants and birds and rocks and things,
There was sand and hills and rings.. The ocean is a desert with it’s life underground
And a perfect disguise all above..
There are brides.. there are grooms.. there are those meticulously groomed.. or, a coworker that let’s her hair down (literally and figuratively) once a month.. VICTOR, you can’t talk about people! Watch me! Loose lips sink ships… ships traverse many across the sea.. ships help win wars.. The Titanic and The good ship lollipop…
You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name.. it felt good to be out of the rain.. In the desert you can remember your name ‘cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.. La la la la la la la……
The vane says North, or South, or East, West, NE, NW, SE, SW.. Carly says you’re so vain… I’m gonna tie this rubber thingy around your arm, this won’t hurt a bit, now watch your vein kinda grow a bit.. OUCH! DAMNIT!
Victor, you continue to be weird. I am unique, just like you. We all are. Where we live, what we do, where we go, what we enjoy, what we don’t enjoy, what makes us upchuck, what gives us heartfelt emotional orgasms, what makes us wanna run punch a dude, and yes, ever what makes us spout “hold my beer Vern and watch this!”
I miss Life magazine. I miss out on life sometimes when the tortoise shell covers.. I stand atop the mountain and shout at times, when the pity party recovers..
When we ride atop the horse, reckon we ought remember life isn’t forever. When riding/struggling alone, you don’t even know when the horse poops – so, full steam ahead.. don’t let binders keep you from taking it all in. Run/ride like the wind. Or go slow, your call. That’s the best thing about life – it’s your call. Call me eh?
Love, Victurd
