I'm not Happy.....
Then which one are you?
Doc? Oh heavens no, but I do admit to Googling my symptoms upon occasion... Dr. Google can be skeery.. I Googled 'headache' and learned I could have had a stroke, or brain cancer... My shoulder was hurting, Doc Google told me it could be Lyme disease.. My chest hurt, and yep, he said "heart attack or pulmonary embolism." I actually did cipher (correctly) once I had PAD. Rooto rootered leg (twice) and away goes blood down the vein (or artery).. Bottomline, to be Happy (and healthy), go see a real Doc.
Are you Grumpy? NO I AM NOT GRUMPY, why would you ask? OK, sometimes I am. I can't help it. (Victor, you can, trust me.) OK, mebbe. I don't wanna be Grumpy, hence, the search today for Happy.
Are you Sneezy? Well, sometimes. Mom said long ago "shoulda had your adenoids taken out." Close your ears, I hate to blow my nose. It's gross. I know it's the best thing to do, I just can't bring myself to do it. So, instead I more aesthetically pleasing rub my nostril with the exterior of my index finger (EWWW) until my nose gets so red I Google red nose and learn I may have Lupus. VICTOR! Sorry, kinda. Victor, please learn to blow your nose. OK...........mebbe.
Are you Bashful? Perhaps. In a large group around the table, at conversation end someone might getup and say "Who was that quiet guy and whatsup with him?" But, gimme a damn keyboard and mouse and I'm a loudmouth. Yes, I said it. If you talk, there's no backspacing. Yes, I know 'hitting send' is akin to no backspacing, and occasionally I do that, then quickly rethink, DELETE it, then worry for four years about who'd read it before I erased it.
Are you Sleepy? ALL. THE. TIME. I Googled that (VICTOR!) and learned I might be depressed, or have the beginning of Alz.. I dunno. Thinking more positively though, I approach it as, "I'm retired, I'll take a dadgum nap whenever I wanna." In fact, kinda sleepy now... brb......
Thanks for waiting. Victor, are you Dopey? HOW? HOW did you see my transcript from my first semester at NWMSU? YES, I had a 1.6, but I thought I'd burned that when I burned my first marriage certificate???????????????????
OK, not to belittle, or dwarf the conversation, but I seriously Googled, today, how to be happy, what makes one happy ,how to be happier, yada. There were a lot of nifty suggestions.
Much. Much today is/can be very depressing. Shootings (we've lost 89 in Kansas City this year, many of those under 15 years of age.). Politics. Smooth as silk eh? Facebook. Sure, fun, for awhile, or, some of it, but lots makes one wanna vomit. I ain't bashful to vomit like I am to not blow my nose. When it comes to upchuck, there ain't no hesitation.
What then Victor? What makes one Happy?
I am (can be) Grumpy, I am (can be) Bashful, I am (can be) Dopey, I am Sleepy, Like Popeye "I can't be's no's Doc 'cause I'm losing my patience."
Happy? Here's what this thing called life has taught me. I DO NOT profess to be an expert, it's all simply lifelong observation.
Happy people smile. A lot. Happy people ain't pigeonholed... ie, they come from all walks. All colors. All religions (or no religion). All countries. All heights, weights. Money (or not) don't matter.
Happy people tend to compliment others. Happy people generally don't share their woes. Happy people don't talk about coworkers. VICTOR!!! I know, but all she does is sit in that chair while I.. VICTOR!!! Ok, sorry... dangit.
Happy people ask if you need help. And... they mean it. Happy people care (and ask) how you are doing (and mean it.) In general, people of faith are happy. Sure, you don't have to be religious to be happy. Happy people, generally, love animals. If by chance they're allergic to cats, they still love their persnickety-ness. They may hate dog hair, but let 'em lay allover the sofa, then DustBust at evening's end.
Happy people go, do. Happy people laugh, even if they might sound like Horshack when doing so.
Happy people instinctively know the right thing to say........or not say.
Oft times, they are coupled. Lucy/Ricky. Kevin/Winnie. Edith/Archie. George/Louise. Homer/Marge. Ain't a prerequisite to happiness, but can shake and bake help.
Happy people are good listeners. I have no idea howinthehell one judges "good listening", but, they just are.
Happy people enjoy fountains more than drains.
Happy people love, without exception,
Happy people can be Grump, Bashful, Dopey, Sneezy, Sleepy (usually internally)...or even a Doc.
Not much phases them............... or so I've noticed.
If you're happy and you know it................... rub your head and pat your belly. Or... say "UNIQUE NEW YORK" THREE TIMES.. REAL FAST!
You tried it and you laughed at yourself didn't you?
Happy people don't preach, and please know I ain't. If I professed to know all the answers I wouldn't have Googled "how to be happy", "what makes one happy."
I'm learning happiness is a choice. And, that it can be learned.
I'm off to the Dollar Tree to buy some Kleenex. I'm gonna try blowing my nose for the first time ever. God that's gross.
Don't worry, be happy......
Love, Victurd
PS: I Googled unhappiness and Doc Google told me anti-depressants can help.
PSS: VICTOR!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Sunday, August 18, 2019
That was the week that was......
The wrap:
In sports, the I-70 Series happened. Box score for the Royals: 0 Speeding tickets, 0 Distracted Driving Citations, 0 Runs.
Chiefs lost preseason game #2 to the Steelers. QB Totals: Litton 9 completions, Henne 7, Schurmer 4, Mahomes 3 completions/12 commercials. In one of the Commercials, Mahomes threw three errant passes to the West, when he shoulda thrown East, completely destroying the picnics of three neighbors, including one that eerily looked like Jeffrey Epstein. Mahomes and HyVee didn't leave the neighbors hanging as he went online and ordered replacement groceries to be delivered to all.
Ten US teams, including Hawaii, Louisiana, Rhode Island, Virginia, the Pittsburgh Pirates and the Chicago Cubs and 8 International teams descended upon Williamsport, PA for the Little League World Series. Vegas actually has odds on these games, and the US final is projected to be Louisiana vs the Pirates. Joe Madden, Cubs manager, was overheard mumbling something about "unfair pitch count limits."
A recent political rally was interrupted with the singing of Meridith Wilson's "Go You Chicken Fat Go"..
Kansas City got some much needed rain. And s'more mostly needed rain. And then some kinda needed rain. And then, a little bit too much rain. Hail yes.
In Wisconsin, Jerry Cosby, a 29 year old man who stole the credit card of a KFC drive thru customer was arrested by Racine Police Department's Colonel HD Sanders. DNA samples obtained from the finger licked card matched those of Crosby.
Not a good week for RoundUp (cancer causing agents Class Action Suit) and several winemakers - crazy high levels of arsenic discovered within.
Of course, we celebrated the 50 year anniversary of Woodstock. Remembering: Woodstock was originally cancelled due to angry residents of Wallskill complaining the toilets weren't up to standard. Farmer Max Yasgur came to the rescue renting his 600 acre dairy farm for $50,000 for the event. Promoters sold 100,000 $7 tickets in advance, but the hords, coupled with insufficient infrastructure, saw 300,000 (of the 400,000 total) see the concert for free. The throngs (albeit with no ill intent) broke down barriers and fences, and the cows were left to simply intermingle with concert goers.
The band Sweetwater was scheduled to open the concert, but traffic made that impossible so the task was left up to Richie Havens. Havens, taken back and feeling somewhat like a motherless child, perfectly delivered "Freedom." Sweetwater arrived by helicopter soon after. Attendee behavior was mostly exemplary, 'ceptin when a food shortage happened and concert goers strayed to nearby fields to munch on corn and other produce ("Whew" for the cows).
The pacifist vibe continued until the end. Upon the completion of Jimi Hendrix's Monday set for a dwindled crowd of 25,000 folks, one of the promoters took it all in via helicopter. To his amazement, the trash collecters had fashioned a humongous peace symbol with what trash remained from it all.
I was bored. Sorry. Don't shoot anyone, watch for cow patties, treat your lawn (DIY mix of Borax, Dawn and Vinegar), take an umbrella, keep score (unless it's anything political), get your exercise in, fork it over and buy bottled wine (vs Box wine), and have a nice week.
Love, Victurd
In sports, the I-70 Series happened. Box score for the Royals: 0 Speeding tickets, 0 Distracted Driving Citations, 0 Runs.
Chiefs lost preseason game #2 to the Steelers. QB Totals: Litton 9 completions, Henne 7, Schurmer 4, Mahomes 3 completions/12 commercials. In one of the Commercials, Mahomes threw three errant passes to the West, when he shoulda thrown East, completely destroying the picnics of three neighbors, including one that eerily looked like Jeffrey Epstein. Mahomes and HyVee didn't leave the neighbors hanging as he went online and ordered replacement groceries to be delivered to all.
Ten US teams, including Hawaii, Louisiana, Rhode Island, Virginia, the Pittsburgh Pirates and the Chicago Cubs and 8 International teams descended upon Williamsport, PA for the Little League World Series. Vegas actually has odds on these games, and the US final is projected to be Louisiana vs the Pirates. Joe Madden, Cubs manager, was overheard mumbling something about "unfair pitch count limits."
A recent political rally was interrupted with the singing of Meridith Wilson's "Go You Chicken Fat Go"..
Kansas City got some much needed rain. And s'more mostly needed rain. And then some kinda needed rain. And then, a little bit too much rain. Hail yes.
In Wisconsin, Jerry Cosby, a 29 year old man who stole the credit card of a KFC drive thru customer was arrested by Racine Police Department's Colonel HD Sanders. DNA samples obtained from the finger licked card matched those of Crosby.
Not a good week for RoundUp (cancer causing agents Class Action Suit) and several winemakers - crazy high levels of arsenic discovered within.
Of course, we celebrated the 50 year anniversary of Woodstock. Remembering: Woodstock was originally cancelled due to angry residents of Wallskill complaining the toilets weren't up to standard. Farmer Max Yasgur came to the rescue renting his 600 acre dairy farm for $50,000 for the event. Promoters sold 100,000 $7 tickets in advance, but the hords, coupled with insufficient infrastructure, saw 300,000 (of the 400,000 total) see the concert for free. The throngs (albeit with no ill intent) broke down barriers and fences, and the cows were left to simply intermingle with concert goers.
The band Sweetwater was scheduled to open the concert, but traffic made that impossible so the task was left up to Richie Havens. Havens, taken back and feeling somewhat like a motherless child, perfectly delivered "Freedom." Sweetwater arrived by helicopter soon after. Attendee behavior was mostly exemplary, 'ceptin when a food shortage happened and concert goers strayed to nearby fields to munch on corn and other produce ("Whew" for the cows).
The pacifist vibe continued until the end. Upon the completion of Jimi Hendrix's Monday set for a dwindled crowd of 25,000 folks, one of the promoters took it all in via helicopter. To his amazement, the trash collecters had fashioned a humongous peace symbol with what trash remained from it all.
I was bored. Sorry. Don't shoot anyone, watch for cow patties, treat your lawn (DIY mix of Borax, Dawn and Vinegar), take an umbrella, keep score (unless it's anything political), get your exercise in, fork it over and buy bottled wine (vs Box wine), and have a nice week.
Love, Victurd
Friday, August 16, 2019
Weebles Wottle but they don't fall down......
I know, I know it's 'wobble', but I'm talkin' Dave, as in Dave Wottle.
Ya gotta be old to remember him, but I am that. As a child, Dave's Doctor said "You're kind of feeble, you need to do something to strengthen yourself, like running." So he did. Man did he.
He wore his hair tucked up under his hat and when people went in to ask him why, it was no protest, no hidden meaning - he simply wore his hair long and the hat kept his hair out of his eyes.
In 1972, he ran the most incredible race I ever remember watching. Munich, Germany.. The Olympics. 800 Meter run. 600 hundred meters into it - he was last. Dead last. One by one he passed runner after runner, finally passing the favored Yevreny Arzhanov of the Soviet Union (no intended hidden meaning here) to win the Gold Medal by 0.03 seconds. Wottle wobbled, but he didn't fall down.
I love it when people wobble, but don't/won't fall down.
"When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time the tide will turn." Harriet Beecher Stowe.
Thanks for never giving up Harriet.
"I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna keep me down." Tubthumping
Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team. "I have missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I have lost almost 300 games. On 26 occasions I have been entrusted to take the game winning shot, and I missed. I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”
Dude was fired at an early age from his newspaper job for "lack of good ideas." Started an animation company in 1921, went bankrupt. He was literally eating dog food to subsist. Wobble or quit? Started ANOTHER animation company, and you know the "Paul Harvey" - far out Walt.
This ain't all about lifestyles of the rich and famous, it's about you, me, today. We all get down, then have to change the damn flat tire. We wanna throw in the towel, but thank God we go to the laundromat instead.
Words. Words of other's pelt us, scar us. Our own minds, they can betray us, belittle us. Addiction blinds us. We allow envy to sink us. Second place can debilitate us. Never believe that (Yevreny you're a damn good runner.)
"Work hard, be honest, help people, never give up, love your fellow man and woman, give back to society, and don't ever discriminate." Jesse White
Drive (for awhile) with that donut on. Sit in General Admission instead, and appreciate just being there. Not enough $ for that? Listen on the radio or watch on TV, it's wobbling, but not falling down. Follow me to the Thrift Store, I'm buying some 'new' clothes.
"No matter how devastating our struggles, disappointments, and troubles are, they are only temporary." Josh McDowell
Humor can help. You know, like the old bar in Liberty. The Wiggle In. Wiggle in, wobble out (but don't fall!) Or.... "Beer, now there's a temporary solution." Dan Castellaneta
Teasing, kinda. There are two people VERY near and dear to me who have recently teetered on the cliff of giving up. I know I am not alone in knowing someone like that. Close your ears. Been there, THANK GOD I didn't give up. They can't (and didn't) either.
There are 7.53 billion 'guts' (people) in the World. That's 12.06 billion shoes (or thereabouts.. remember? Humor can help!). Thus, odds are long we're all gonna get kicked in the gut. Wobbling is ok, just get up if you temporarily fall.
"No matter how small you may feel you make a big difference in this world." Unknown
Gotta sec? Always remember, you are amazing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReADpjUGnQshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReADpjUGnQs
Life ain't a pass/fail. It's a wonderful wobble.
"Aha," you say, "you wrote this whole blog and you NEVER mentioned God?".. There. Thanks, you just did, and I concur about faith in God!
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down.
Love, Victurd
Ya gotta be old to remember him, but I am that. As a child, Dave's Doctor said "You're kind of feeble, you need to do something to strengthen yourself, like running." So he did. Man did he.
He wore his hair tucked up under his hat and when people went in to ask him why, it was no protest, no hidden meaning - he simply wore his hair long and the hat kept his hair out of his eyes.
In 1972, he ran the most incredible race I ever remember watching. Munich, Germany.. The Olympics. 800 Meter run. 600 hundred meters into it - he was last. Dead last. One by one he passed runner after runner, finally passing the favored Yevreny Arzhanov of the Soviet Union (no intended hidden meaning here) to win the Gold Medal by 0.03 seconds. Wottle wobbled, but he didn't fall down.
I love it when people wobble, but don't/won't fall down.
"When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time the tide will turn." Harriet Beecher Stowe.
Thanks for never giving up Harriet.
"I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna keep me down." Tubthumping
Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team. "I have missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I have lost almost 300 games. On 26 occasions I have been entrusted to take the game winning shot, and I missed. I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”
Dude was fired at an early age from his newspaper job for "lack of good ideas." Started an animation company in 1921, went bankrupt. He was literally eating dog food to subsist. Wobble or quit? Started ANOTHER animation company, and you know the "Paul Harvey" - far out Walt.
This ain't all about lifestyles of the rich and famous, it's about you, me, today. We all get down, then have to change the damn flat tire. We wanna throw in the towel, but thank God we go to the laundromat instead.
Words. Words of other's pelt us, scar us. Our own minds, they can betray us, belittle us. Addiction blinds us. We allow envy to sink us. Second place can debilitate us. Never believe that (Yevreny you're a damn good runner.)
"Work hard, be honest, help people, never give up, love your fellow man and woman, give back to society, and don't ever discriminate." Jesse White
Drive (for awhile) with that donut on. Sit in General Admission instead, and appreciate just being there. Not enough $ for that? Listen on the radio or watch on TV, it's wobbling, but not falling down. Follow me to the Thrift Store, I'm buying some 'new' clothes.
"No matter how devastating our struggles, disappointments, and troubles are, they are only temporary." Josh McDowell
Humor can help. You know, like the old bar in Liberty. The Wiggle In. Wiggle in, wobble out (but don't fall!) Or.... "Beer, now there's a temporary solution." Dan Castellaneta
Teasing, kinda. There are two people VERY near and dear to me who have recently teetered on the cliff of giving up. I know I am not alone in knowing someone like that. Close your ears. Been there, THANK GOD I didn't give up. They can't (and didn't) either.
There are 7.53 billion 'guts' (people) in the World. That's 12.06 billion shoes (or thereabouts.. remember? Humor can help!). Thus, odds are long we're all gonna get kicked in the gut. Wobbling is ok, just get up if you temporarily fall.
"No matter how small you may feel you make a big difference in this world." Unknown
Gotta sec? Always remember, you are amazing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReADpjUGnQshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReADpjUGnQs
Life ain't a pass/fail. It's a wonderful wobble.
"Aha," you say, "you wrote this whole blog and you NEVER mentioned God?".. There. Thanks, you just did, and I concur about faith in God!
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down.
Love, Victurd
Monday, August 12, 2019
Like a rock....... and whotheheck is Patty Boyd?
As in, perhaps the rock I've been living under.
Awhile back, I was prompted to take one of those "How much do you know about such-n-such?" surveys - this one happened to be about Current Affairs - and I flunked miserably - like maybe 4 correct outta 20. That's ok, I admit to rather bland, perhaps C+ mentality/knowledge, however you wanna phrase it. I can handle that, and to be frank, I watch those damn things (quizzes) with disdain, especially when one sees "Nailed it, 100%". Not a great fan of one breaking one's arm whilst backpatting.
I've long lived a life with blinders on. Addicted to whatever is important (to me anyways) in my life (at the time) - full speed ahead.. examples - a 5'2" thing of beauty, being a father - an active father, running a business, baseball, softball, coaching basketball, yada.
I repeat myself, and I don't care. I repeat myself, and I don't care. Once, while sitting in the living room with the 5'2" lady, I remarked "When did we get that painting?" (hanging on the wall).. "Two years ago," It's me. I miss stuff. Stuff everyone else sees, 'cept me. Like (under) a rock.
This morning I perused the Parade Magazine from yesterday with decent, 'addictive' interest - as it was about the stories behind the songs. I actually considered writing a blog about something like "I like to look at you" - a story of infatuation, a real life thing about someone I've long thought "I like to look at you" - but then, that'd be stupid, and who would want to air their own laundry? Oops.
Then I saw "Layla," the classic - of course, by Eric Clapton from 1970. This is the "Like a rock" part, where, YOU, probably knew all this crap (I was busy with blinders on, college, girls, baseball, yada) and I'd never heard of Patty Boyd. You? I was intrigued to learn that Eric wrote Layla about her, and at the time she was married to George Harrison, yeah, one in the same.
Parade wrote "Clearly, Boyd had something special, because two years earlier, Harrison had written another classic song, "Something," for her, which became one of the most recorded love songs ever." Then, seven years later, Clapton wrote "Wonderful Tonight" about Boyd. Holy guacamole this lady MUST be Something (pun mebbe intended.)
So, I addictedly Wiki'ed on to ascertain more about her, Microsoft, or whoever is the ruler of all language here, underlined addictedly - to say "It ain't a word" to which I say "Screw that, should be."
Wiki lemme know she was one of leading international models in the 1960's. Her photos graced the pages of Vanity Fair, Vogue, Elle, yada. Others, such as Twiggy, based their appearance on Boyd.
Boyd was cast, in 1964, in the Beatles' film A Hard Day's Night. There, she met Harrison, and her career skyrocketed even further due to their subsequent romantic involvement.
OK, this is getting long, so I'll try to a Cliffsnotes version (I wonder whointheheck Cliff was?)
Married Harrison in 1976. Other songs George wrote about her, "If I Needed Someone," "For You Blue,"and "I Need You."
Along came Ravi Shankar, George/Patty lived in Bombay, then, to escape fans/the press, they lived on a houseboat. 1973 she had an affair with Faces guitarist Ronnie Wood, then divorced George a year later due to his repeated infidelities, culminating with his affair of Starr's wife. Goodness gracious. I was under a rock during all this?
So that domino toppled, and along came Eric. Well, kinda. Boyd rebuffed his advances, sooooo, he dated her sister. Then, went into personal exile for three years with heroin addiction. Cleaned up, long about 1974 he tried again, this time she left George, and ultimately married Eric in 1979.
Bouts of alcoholism (Eric's), some affairs (Eric's), led to their eventual breakup. She later said, of Eric courting her whilst she was with George, it "had more to do" with the competitive aspect of the two musicians, "Eric wanted what George had."
Oh yeah, I left out Bell Bottom Blues, Eric wrote that about her.
Sooooo, for fifty plus years I never knew all this stuff.. so now I'm addicted to learn more. Going to find/read her book, Wonderful Today... later re titled Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton and Me for the US market.
I ain't a book reader. Now, am. Or, will be.
So... if all that was boring, sorry. Kinda intrigued me. I miss a lotta stuff. Like that painting on the wall.
Going to the library now. Seeya.
WHAT? The Royals won the World Series? Trump won?
Shit.
Love, Victurd
Awhile back, I was prompted to take one of those "How much do you know about such-n-such?" surveys - this one happened to be about Current Affairs - and I flunked miserably - like maybe 4 correct outta 20. That's ok, I admit to rather bland, perhaps C+ mentality/knowledge, however you wanna phrase it. I can handle that, and to be frank, I watch those damn things (quizzes) with disdain, especially when one sees "Nailed it, 100%". Not a great fan of one breaking one's arm whilst backpatting.
I've long lived a life with blinders on. Addicted to whatever is important (to me anyways) in my life (at the time) - full speed ahead.. examples - a 5'2" thing of beauty, being a father - an active father, running a business, baseball, softball, coaching basketball, yada.
I repeat myself, and I don't care. I repeat myself, and I don't care. Once, while sitting in the living room with the 5'2" lady, I remarked "When did we get that painting?" (hanging on the wall).. "Two years ago," It's me. I miss stuff. Stuff everyone else sees, 'cept me. Like (under) a rock.
This morning I perused the Parade Magazine from yesterday with decent, 'addictive' interest - as it was about the stories behind the songs. I actually considered writing a blog about something like "I like to look at you" - a story of infatuation, a real life thing about someone I've long thought "I like to look at you" - but then, that'd be stupid, and who would want to air their own laundry? Oops.
Then I saw "Layla," the classic - of course, by Eric Clapton from 1970. This is the "Like a rock" part, where, YOU, probably knew all this crap (I was busy with blinders on, college, girls, baseball, yada) and I'd never heard of Patty Boyd. You? I was intrigued to learn that Eric wrote Layla about her, and at the time she was married to George Harrison, yeah, one in the same.
Parade wrote "Clearly, Boyd had something special, because two years earlier, Harrison had written another classic song, "Something," for her, which became one of the most recorded love songs ever." Then, seven years later, Clapton wrote "Wonderful Tonight" about Boyd. Holy guacamole this lady MUST be Something (pun mebbe intended.)
So, I addictedly Wiki'ed on to ascertain more about her, Microsoft, or whoever is the ruler of all language here, underlined addictedly - to say "It ain't a word" to which I say "Screw that, should be."
Wiki lemme know she was one of leading international models in the 1960's. Her photos graced the pages of Vanity Fair, Vogue, Elle, yada. Others, such as Twiggy, based their appearance on Boyd.
Boyd was cast, in 1964, in the Beatles' film A Hard Day's Night. There, she met Harrison, and her career skyrocketed even further due to their subsequent romantic involvement.
OK, this is getting long, so I'll try to a Cliffsnotes version (I wonder whointheheck Cliff was?)
Married Harrison in 1976. Other songs George wrote about her, "If I Needed Someone," "For You Blue,"and "I Need You."
Along came Ravi Shankar, George/Patty lived in Bombay, then, to escape fans/the press, they lived on a houseboat. 1973 she had an affair with Faces guitarist Ronnie Wood, then divorced George a year later due to his repeated infidelities, culminating with his affair of Starr's wife. Goodness gracious. I was under a rock during all this?
So that domino toppled, and along came Eric. Well, kinda. Boyd rebuffed his advances, sooooo, he dated her sister. Then, went into personal exile for three years with heroin addiction. Cleaned up, long about 1974 he tried again, this time she left George, and ultimately married Eric in 1979.
Bouts of alcoholism (Eric's), some affairs (Eric's), led to their eventual breakup. She later said, of Eric courting her whilst she was with George, it "had more to do" with the competitive aspect of the two musicians, "Eric wanted what George had."
Oh yeah, I left out Bell Bottom Blues, Eric wrote that about her.
Sooooo, for fifty plus years I never knew all this stuff.. so now I'm addicted to learn more. Going to find/read her book, Wonderful Today... later re titled Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton and Me for the US market.
I ain't a book reader. Now, am. Or, will be.
So... if all that was boring, sorry. Kinda intrigued me. I miss a lotta stuff. Like that painting on the wall.
Going to the library now. Seeya.
WHAT? The Royals won the World Series? Trump won?
Shit.
Love, Victurd
Sunday, August 04, 2019
As tears go by......
How did we get here... where are we going... innocence at play.. how will they learn hatrid... Is there one among that one day will feel he/she has the right to take another's life?
Bulletproof backpacks.. Armed guards in schools.. Trepidation in going to church.. a concert.. a movie.. WalMart? Are we fucked up or what? Why? How did we get here?
15,000 years ago.. The ancestors of Native Americans arrived here from Asia via the land mass Beringia.... Who/when/where/why did this exclusion -prejudice - hatrid - better than thou come from? Why?
Thursday, August 01, 2019
Until Death Do Us Depart, Debark and Debate - HyVee or the Piggly Wiggly?......
They'd purchased a VERY run down old grist mill on The Big River near St. Louie. "The house of our dreams." Many scoffed. Even the clergyman performing the ceremony said "I give it a year."
Fast forward. Fast forward ain't really the right term. I prefer, 'A wonderful, long, slow dance forward' and they are set to spend their 51st anniversary nite in - of course - a Tipi in the Ozarks. While it ain't the normal Tipi ("crisp sheets, a warm shower, soap and towels, candles and a bottle of wine, queen size bed, assortment of teas, coffees, grill, utensils, hammock, propane or wood fire rings, books, games, yada, supplied.") It's them, in a rather large nutshell.
She asked herself "Why have we made it to our 51st anniversary?" and her answer recently popped up on a Facebook feed:
"A perfect relationship is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other."
Get out the Tide Pods, cause yes, dangerous curves, dirty laundry, hypocrisy, and marital advice ahead.
One time, no, not band camp, one time - at smoke break at work, there were twelve of us - up agin' the brick building to hide in nature's shadow from the sun. The subject of stopping smoking came up, and Kim (I love Kim as a good, wonderful friend) stepped out and said "I can tell you six good ways to stop smoking" as she raised her right hand for emphasis, while holding a cig in her left. Never before in my life have I been a smartass (please don't go back and read any other blogs), but, this day I was, and i stepped up, spouted "Kim, you giving advice on quitting smoking is like me giving marital advice." What? Me Worry? of two-time "winner" (loser) marital fame.
I'm going to hell. Probably will. One big reason, not long ago, an ex of mine (I've had two, you deduct) posted a huge, wonderful saying-thingy about "Never giving up", a twelve paragraph prose regarding her thankfully (and I too am glad for her) now long-time marriage. The going to hell part, yeah, that's me, 'cause I responded with one of those laughing-face meme thingys. Long ago, I coached a gal in basketball, her key phrase was "if it feels good, do it".. I did it, smack me, it felt good.
I don't have any marital advice really. Each, every one of us will "do wrong", ie, we're human. Yes, I believe there are some marriages, the vast minority, where the actions/behaviors of one, eventually brings it to a screaching halt. Mostly though, we're both right, wrong,
To the Piggly Wiggly or HyVee? Night owl/early riser? Homebody, life of the party? Intro/Extro? Liberal/Conservative? Cruise to Bora Bora, or, tent camping at the lake.
Give, take.
We've all, mostly, been touched by suicide. It is said "it's a permanent solution to a temporary problem." I am NOT suggesting divorce is anything like suicide - but divorce is, my take, a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
I was wrong, she was wrong. I wasn't perfect, she wasn't perfect. Copy and paste same for marriage number two. Perhaps you/yours.
Mostly old farts come here, so if you're an old fart and you're here, and you roll over and see the same person laying next to you that's been there since Nixon was in office - kudos, truly. You've taught us it's a give and take. Not, a give up.
I literally cried the second time I said "Until Death Do Us Part" because I'd already said it once. AIN'T saying I was perfection, Lord knows not the case. Ain't saying her fault, Lord knows that not to be true either.
Will say, we can be overcome by moments, shout "I give up" when refusal to give up is possible, and problem(s) can be overcome - even when emotion seemingly gets the best of us.
Crawling back under my rock now, I don't do pedestals. Also, please know, I LOVE (and have always loved) my life!
Bless those that never gave up - you've got a long list of admirers. Ever eat a pine tree? Er, I mean, ever slept in a Tipi? Have a wonderful night Jeannie and Jim, and said lovingly, ya damn grippy hippies! (Oh yeah.. the dilapidated grist mill? Milled board by milled board, limestone slab by limestone slab, it is beyond words in beauty. It is, THE #1 site for weddings in the St. Lous area - impossible to describe, but a marvel, just like the owners.)
Peace out.......
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