Riders on the storm....

Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

Today's forecast:  Calm... with wind gusts up to 50mph.

Ya gotta love life.  Well, ya ain't gotta, but it helps.

Every Friday afternoon in the Summer, families pack stuff in their SUV's, add screaming kids, suntan lotion - and they leave the God awful frenetic traffic of Suburbia - to plant themselves at the Lake of the Ozarks, where, they will get out on the water in the God awful frenetic lake traffic.  Hurry, let's go.  Hurry, let's ride.  I get tired just watching that.

The old hands, the ones who done raised their termites, the ones who sold their 2 bedrooms too many abodes in Suburbia - purchased a small cottage and a dock slip - will stay the hell off the water from Friday afternoon, until Monday morning.

Then, and only then - calm.  Calm waters.  No hustle, no bustle, no young punks, showing muscle.

I ain't prejudiced, I enjoy both.  Calm.  Hustle bustle.  There's a time and a place for each.  There's a time and a place for a nap.  Ariicle in paper this morning about a nearby college building 'sleep pods'.  They're there for snotnose college kids (said lovingly) to use between 3pm and 8pm should they need a nap.  Just a shade bigger than the twin bed inside, sounds like a good idea to me.  Won't it be just a gathering place for hanky panky?  Whointheheck will wash the sheets?  Ewwwwww. "Only one person at a time allowed.  Rooms are cleaned, sheets are changed after each usage."  OK, thanks.  Calm.  Mebbe even youngsters need calm.

The sale of pills are at an all time high, young folks walking round with their heads in the sky, the cities ablaze in the summer time....  and oh, the beat goes on.

Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul, shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up to soon, politicians say more taxes, will solve everything.... and the band played on.

Life, yep, it's a Ball of Confusion.

Calm.  A Sunday drive.  Two hours with a friend and a cup of coffee on the front porch.  The easy chair with a good book (or, in my case, a handheld with a Sudoku game.)  Youtube, punch in your favorite artist, layback, let them dudes decide which song to play next.

Then again, I love rock and roll, put another ($5 bill) in the jukebox bayyyyybeee.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE watching 3 grandkids run around like crazy, having a blast - for two hours.  Then, need calm.  I love a T Ball game, or a kids soccer match, where the coach repeats every instruction at the top of his/her lungs, TWICE.  <-- Don't believe me?  Listen next time.  Parents up to the edge of the bleachers with their buttcracks and humility exposed.  Yeah baby.  I (sometimes) like hustle bustle.

Then, time for a nap.

Thunderstruck..  followed by Wonderful World.  ZZ Top... then, Leonard Cohen.... Iron Maiden (did u see where the Senior Citizen couple was sued by neighbors because they wouldn't turn down Iron Maiden?  God Bless 'Em!).... followed by Willie Nelson.

The Zoo on 152...  Richfield Road.  Calm.  Storm.  Storm. Calm.

Pullin up next to ya a Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 with a 700 HP engine..  an ole' Lincoln Continental on the open road with the cruise set at 64mph.

Life requires both.

The family 4th of July party.  Hearing the warfare of neightbors some 12 blocks away, creating your own mostly permanent roman candle driveway stains.  Followed by telling all, "loveya, drive safe."  Exhaling.  Opening door.  Sitting on sofa. Once frightened hound jumps up in your lap, Classical music somewhat  cranked in the background... ahhhhhh, peace.  Calm.  Preceded by frenetic.  Fingers counted.  Yep, ten.  Time for bed.  No hanky pank tonight, exhausted.

7 seconds left, 2nd overtime.  Their ball...   or... the excitement of curling.  Ha. 

Up, down.  Hurry.  Wait.  OMG.  Calm.

Black Friday, "The doors are opening!"..  getting what you need at WalMart, at 4am.

I mundanely drove into the bank drive up window the other day to cash the check from my part-time job.  "Hi.. howya doing.  Cash please, $20's will work."  Versus, the familiar voice of a fraternity brother who didn't see me in the next lane.. "HEY HEY HEY, HOWYA DOIN?!!" To the teller.  Both work.  Mine was boring.  Eh, is ok, sometimes calm is nice - but too, I loved his excitement for life.

Waking up in the easy chair, the show you were watching long gone.  Waking up from a night fulla visions of sugar plums, "What day is it?"..  Waking up from a nap, "Is that AM or PM?"...

Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown

Life is kinda like dancing.  Both the slow and the fast are good.  Just as long as both entail hugging.

Peace out... or not..

Love, Victurd