Where Are All My Old Friends?


C:\Users\Tommy\Desktop\WoW.jpgI have been studying my TV habits lately and am somewhat amused at my findings. ​​ For a number of years now,​​ I have been recording the shows we like on our DVR (digital video recorder)​​ and then watching them within the next day or two. ​​ When our shows take a vacation, we are often forced to watch live TV. ​​ It seems to me there are 5 minutes of the show and then 5 minutes of ads. ​​ Somehow,​​ I know that’s not an accurate statement but it sure feels that way. ​​ Anyway, with the live TV​​ thingy, I found that I had a tendency to doze​​ off and my wife would try to keep me awake because she thought it was something I wanted to watch. ​​ I have tried to convince her, with little success, that the best sleep you will ever encounter is sitting in front of the television. ​​ What really surprised me, and the thing I want to convey to you,​​ is​​ that each time she pushes my shoulder to wake me up my heart sobs just a little. ​​ It wants me to go back to sleep and it thinks that by sobbing I will give in. ​​ I normally do just that. ​​ Before I started paying attention,​​ I never knew that happened. ​​ With my new-found​​ knowledge,​​ I just rub my chest a few times to sooth my sobbing heart and drift back into slumber land. ​​ This​​ process will be repeated many times until both of us force ourselves out of our chair and trudge slowly towards the kitchen to wash and dry the dinner dishes. ​​ 

Smileycons!The other evening after I had completed my self-assigned outdoor chores, I sat down in my chair in front of my tool shed and lit up my cigar. ​​ I picked up the phone and called my daughter, planning on the conversation lasting about an hour (that’s how long it takes me to smoke my cigar). ​​ And, as she and I tried to fill the conversation with enthusiasm, we drifted towards the current presidential election between Donald Trump & Hillary Clinton. ​​ There are​​ two things certain in this life and they are, never discuss politics and religion with family & friends. ​​ I love my daughter very much,​​ and I’m desperately trying to convince her to vote for my candidate. ​​ She blithely says, “Well​​ Daddy, everybody is entitled to their own opinion”. ​​ To which I gleefully respond, “but it should be the same as mine”.  ​​​​ The laughter that erupted at the other end of the line was just as I had predicted as I uttered that sentence. ​​ For some reason, it always makes me feel good when my daughter laughs, it always has, and I doubt that will ever cease being so. ​​ She was a joy to raise and occupies some major real estate in​​ my heart.​​ 

Smileycons!A friend of mine,​​ Frank Shortt, wrote this poem:​​ 

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ Where are all my old friends,​​ 

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ The ones I loved so well?​​ 
                                                    The ones I thought would never leave​​ 
                                                               Oh, words could never tell,​​ 
                                                         Of the times we spent together 
                                                        Through sunshine, snow and rain​​ 
                                                           Where are all my old friends​​ 
                                                               Will we ever meet again?

I ran across it while reading a story he had written on the website​​ www.spectatorron.com​​ . ​​ 

Smileycons!My wife & I just completed a​​ wonderful​​ cruise from Quebec​​ City, Canada to Fort Lauderdale, Florida (10/22 – 11/5). ​​ It was kinda cold while we were in Canada​​ (Nova Scotia & along the northeast coastline)​​ and both of us caught and tackled a cold. ​​ We were still able to enjoy whatever was happening at the time and both of us tried not to put a damper on each other’s day. ​​ As our cruise progressed,​​ I came to realize that what made each day special was the “unknown” part of it. ​​ We would get off the ship at a port and go on an​​ adventure​​ ​​ that took us on a tour of wherever we were. ​​ Our tour guide would fascinate us by telling of the local history​​ and pointing out special features of the​​ local landscape. ​​ At the end of the day, as we made our way back to the ship, with way too many photos, we boarded it with new memories that would stay with us a long time. ​​ In Saguenay, Nova Scotia,​​ where we hiked up a mountain to take in the breathtaking views,​​ our bus tour guide was an old guy (my age) that sat directly across the aisle from us. ​​ He was very animated in his descriptions of whatever was outside the bus window and I could tell he was proud of where he had spent his entire life. ​​ Taking a cue from this old guy leads me to the conclusion that we should​​ all be proud of what we have accomplished and where we have chosen to live our life. ​​ An old Russian proverb says, “There is more light than shines thru the window”​​ (there is more to our lives than we see).

Smileycons!We are in the final stages of​​ Fall​​ here in Virginia and​​ Winter​​ is just around the corner. ​​ It is a known fact that we humans have, basically, six emotions: ​​ happiness, sadness, fear, anger, disgust and surprise. ​​ As I watch the tree leaves turn from a robust green to several shades of yellow,​​ red &​​ orange, I’m​​ tempted to select from one of these emotions about how I feel about Fall (Autumn to others). ​​ I think I have decided to use the emotion associated with the word “Awe” (An overwhelming feeling of wonder or admiration). ​​ To watch as nature goes thru the stages​​ of death, rebirth and robustness is a thing of extreme beauty. ​​ It lends hope to my belief that the same will happen to us. ​​ We humans tend to believe that life is the exact opposite: ​​ birth, life & death. ​​ On a lighter note, I am in awe as our seasons​​ change​​ and Thanksgiving and Christmas approach. ​​ By the time Spring arrives,​​ I will have rotated around the sun 76 times. ​​ Lots of reasons to celebrate!

 

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