What goes up must come down...

What goes up must come down
(Makes me think of a cat, on it’s feet no matta’.. a Rifle, shot in the air stupidly on New Years, bullet coming down.. a Babe Ruth home run)

Spinnin' wheel got to go 'round
Talkin' 'bout your troubles it's a cryin' sin
(Dirty Laundry, we all got it, some share it… ewwww)

Ride a painted pony let the spinnin' wheel spin
(A friend’s granddaughter rode a ride @ WOF recently, twice, then three times, in a row.. didn’t wanna get off.. now a line, uh oh, hadta.. walked a big circle, got right back on.. ride a painted pony)

You got no money and you got no home
(One outta two ain’t bad.)

Spinnin' wheel all alone
Talkin' 'bout your troubles and you, you never learn
(I do, but silently I hope. See the funny little clown. Oops, can’t merge two songs, sorry)

Ride a painted pony let the spinnin' wheel turn
(Deep breath, life, it ain’t too damn bad)

Did you find the directing sign on the
Straight and narrow highway
Would you mind a reflecting sign
(During the daytime yes I find the directing sign, at night, forget it.. I once made a left turn on the LEFT side of the median.. Fortunately, there tweren’t anyone coming from the ‘wrong’ way..)

Just let it shine within your mind
And show you the colors that are real
(Colors rule. The brilliance of life. If we only were as in awe of the brilliance of people colors as we are to the colors of things, eh, some day it’s hoped.)

Someone is waiting just for you
(Tis’ much easier to walk upright when there’s another to lean on.)

Spinnin' wheel, spinnin' true
Drop all your troubles by the riverside
(This doesn’t fit, but oh well. One time, long ago, fitteen of us SigaManus at riverfront park, beers in hand. Police roll up. We start ‘droppin’ all our (beer) troubles (into) the river – side. They line us up. “How old are you” 21. “How old are YOU?” 22. “And you?” 21, and so forth, down the line of fitteen. All of course, 21 or over, ha. Then, after the last of us lied about our age, the cop (with his buddy beside him) blurted out “THEN WHATINTHELL ARE YOU DOING THROWING ALL THAT GOOD BEER IN THE RIVER?!!” and proudly kneeslapped their way back outta the park.)

Catch a painted pony on the spinning wheel ride
(Life, ya know, really, it ain’t bad.)

Someone is waiting just for you
Spinnin' wheel, spinnin' true
Drop all your troubles by the riverside
Ride a painted pony let the spinnin' wheel fly

Yes, life is - can be, blood, sweat and tears.

Really though.. it ain’t bad - ride a painted pony… Love, Victurd.

In-between…….

Kinda interesting…… Dictionary.com tells us “a person or thing that is between two extremes, two contrasting conditions, etc.: “

So, reckon that is us, the now. Birth is an extreme to death. First grade is an extreme to the graduate’s tassel. Young adult is an extreme to parenting, but, some indulge simultaneously. Parent is an extreme to grandparent.

Interesting story line on Bryan Gumbel’s “Real Sports” regarding Matt Bush, a now Texas Ranger relief pitcher. I’ve not seen it, but wanna/gonna. 1st round draft choice of the San Diego Padres in 2004, $3.15 million bonus baby.. His Major League debut came 12 years later in 2016. Long Minor League trek hold him up? What happened in-between?

Lots. Alcohol addiction for one. Before he ever took the field as an 18 year old wonderboy – he was suspended for a fight outside an Arizona bar. Played a year or two in the minors, broke his ankle.. Couple years later Tommy John surgery.. Intoxicated, was arrested for assaulting two high schoolers… some time later, threw a baseball at a woman’s head, banged on her car window after accusing her of drawing markings on his face. Somewhere along the way he switched from shortstop to become a pitcher.

Out of baseball altogether in 2009. Tampa Bay gave him another chance. A year of Single-A, followed by a year of Double-A.. followed by when he drunkenly ran over a 72 year old man, leaving him critically wounded – sped away. 51 months in prison – the $3.15 million reduced to a checking account balance of $600. “I forced myself to think about it (the accident) every day in prison because I deserved to suffer.”

After prison, was working for $8.05 per hour at a Golden Corral.. A Rangers employee discovered him there, remembered.. While wearing a GPS tracking device on his ankle – had a tryout right there in the Gold Corral parking lot.

Twelve step meetings, beginning to understand addictions. “One good decision at a time.” Sober since 2012. Wanted a zero tolerance clause in his Texas Ranger contract. May 13, 2016, Major League Debut – twelve long years later. Wow, the in-between.

61 innings last year, 61 strikeouts. Thus far this season, he’s pitched 4 innings and has struck out 8.

I hadn’t meant to get so wordy on Matt the baseball player, but I thought it really fit the definition of in-between a person or thing that is between two extremes, two contrasting conditions, etc.: “

Continuing with contrast – I’ve been periodically visiting at an assisted living center. Twenty years olds may look at 40 year olds and be sad for them. 40 year olds, same about how they might feel about 60 year olds. Me, sad for the Assisted? Yes, but – also happy. Many never get to experience their age.

I hope that’s coming for you, for me. There is one helluva lot I can no longer do that I usedta – and I can do quite a bit that many of the Assisteds can’t. I know, the Good Lord willing, that's coming for me - slowing down, occasional confusion, falls, meds, frailty, etc - thus, the hopeful bright eyed bushy tailed outlook today. Until then. The in-between.

While I slip, occasionally mope, grump and groan, again – I try to remind myself this is the now, between two very contrasting conditions. Seems to lend a greater appreciation for every Monday, sunrise, yummy dinner, weekend, kiss, hug, sunset, now I lay me down to sleep.

I appreciate the now. The in-between. I know Matt does as well. Love, Victurd

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Said like that, it sounds as if it’s come from a parent who has already been asked for 12 things that day from a youngster.

What do you want? This could be the order taker at Mickey D’s (Life should be happy and Victor you shouldn’t complain – I know, but, McDonalds has been around since most of us have been alive.. never fails though, one drives up, 7 cars behind.. and ya hear “gimme just a second” and they study the board they’ve perused 6,487 times. Really?)

What do you want? This could be a birthday question. Christmas. Baby shower?... It also could be used many, many ways by lovebirds (mind outta gutter, I was talking like as if someone got up from the dinner table and was asking if you wanted anything while they were up.)

Ned Yost wants another ring. Democrats want another try. Dogs want another treat. Kids want whatever is on their brain – NOW. I’m a horrible passenger in a car – I want a brake on my side (and maybe a valium.) MU fans want 2016 in the rear view mirror. Sad folks want happiness. Happy folks wanna spread it. Farmers want both rain and sun. Guy on United wants to stay on, other wanna drag him off. Polly want a cracker, Bob Dylan wants you, wants you, so baaaaaad.

Some want same ole. Some want change. Some wanna retire. Some retired wanna work. Some wanna start over – many others have enjoyed every stage of life and just wanna be blessed with another day.

I want a new car. A riding mower. To be a friend to have a friend (ie, get off my butt and contact those I’ve missed in the recent past, or, from even long ago.)

A gal I dated long ago (I know I’ve shared this before, sorry.. but, it’s what us old people wanna do).. I asked this gal “What do you want?” We weren’t at McDonalds, we weren’t dining out – the question was “about the resta your life.”
Nutshell, she was a nurse. Elderly couple came in, wife having heart probs. In fact, she coded a few times, they brought her back a few times. All the while, the gentleman sat calmly, quietly in the waiting room – learning several times though out the night what was going on from the Doctor. She finally expired. The old fella got up, and without a word – walked into the room where she lay, pulled the sheet back from her head.. planted a kiss on her cheek. Put the sheet back. Calmly, quietly walked away. “I want that” the chick I was with said. Comprende.
(There have been times I’ve wished someone had expired too – JUST KIDDING, I want you to not take me so serious!)

Many want to fight. Many want salvation. Many want a job. Many want simply a roof over their heads. Many want entitlement, and s’more, and s’more. Mick relates you can’t always get what you want. I want lasagna, a Busch Lite (cheap, sorry), a nap, Motown, to pet the dog, to kiss the girlfriend, to laugh at Shameless, to see others get what they want (If their want is for the betterment.)

Some want equality. Some want quality. Equal like. I wanna sleep thru the night without so many field trips to the john. I crave (want, just bigger) scrambled eggs, sausage (patty), hash browns, toast, jelly, COFFEE, water in the morning.

Lotta wants. Good health. Two front teeth. Outta the rain. To rain. Warmth. Laughter. Good tears.

I love contemplating about what I want. Former NW Missouri football coach, one of his simple rules “appreciate what you have, don’t worry about what you don’t have."(want)

Do you wanna dance.. I want to hold your hand.. Cal Ripken Jr said “You could be a kid for as long as you want when you play baseball” (or way too many years of softball, ha.)

I wanna go now. I wanna thank you for reading. I want you to have a nice day.

WHAT DO YOU WANT? Love, Victurd