Sunday, August 30, 2009
A lot of "Sale" signs have changed to "Rent". Yards still have jungle gyms but no children. Grass grows on shells of homes abandoned by their occupants.
These shelters from the winters wind and the summer heat sit quiet.
And I wonder. Where are they going? Everyone has to live somewhere. A cheaper home? An apartment? Under a bridge??
And what of the responsibility of paying the mortgage? That is a contract and signed over and over again. Are the banks just picking them up and everything stops?
And the families who stay, remain inside. The sound of children and dogs can be heard, but few venture outside.
And the cowboy in shades still feeds the squirrels around his blue GTO, Leo in his big floppy white hat still mows the lawns, pairs of old ladies still stalk the streets, the Puritan cleaner truck still searches the neighborhood for bags of clothes, and Black Dog is missed roaming his domain.
4 nights of football in a row and more boxes and bags.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
She knew she had problems but turned to books to solve them. Feng Shui of the mind.
I took a bunch of physiology courses in college and was fascinated by how people think and react to experiences. Still am.
We all see things differently and experience life in unique ways. Even standing next to one another in an occasion, our ID and Ego reacts to years of teachings, feelings, and experiences which shape our individual thoughts.
I could laugh. You could cry.
The mind tries to soften the bad things, so when we remember, we remember the good. It keeps us at peace.
I didn't mean to share this with everyone, but I had to get pass the Buffy picture on the splash screen.
And yes, we ALL avoid pain and seek internal fulfillment.
So check your ego at the door and enjoy the day.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Gave away my dog today.
Got her as a rescue dog to help Heather exercise after her heart attack in 2001. They became constant companions and she was the sweetest puppy (and spoiled).
And she was the first dog since I was in elementary school.
It was probably best for both of us, so goodbye Buffy.
Good luck in your new home.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Dry and Crunchy
Wednesday, and the dog days of summer have set in. 95 degrees and 75% humidity, which makes it feel like 110 degrees, but it is starting to shadow in the afternoon which brings promises of rain.
It has been an interesting day. Slower than most, maybe the change to Marion from Bianchi, but the ride seemed harder this morning. Perhaps it was due to the late start?
And it is hot. It is too hot to handle. The walk to the house and back again desires a towel off and a pause in front of the fan. It’s just too hot to do anything.
Boxes sit ready for books and magazines and catalogs. Bags of clothing and stuffed animals sit on the floor ready for another pick-up by the army.
It has been a varied week. A ride with a buzzard, a falcon, butterflies, girls with their babies and dogs, and sweaty runners, and of course the constant white trucks with ladders rattling through the neighborhoods.
Only the weekend holes hope for a cooler day when I continue my search for space and empting years of thoughts and wishes.
So it remains to stay cool under the fan and hydrate and listen to CDs sorting out what I will keep and what I will pass on to others.
Monday, August 17, 2009
I read the morning newspaper and realized I don't care.
There was a rumble on North side after a party at a Diversity Center occasion and I don't care.
The company who is upgrading the cities IT network is behind deadlines and over budget and I don't care.
The Zits character is going on a driving exam and I don't care.
Tiger Woods lost to a Korean and I don't care.
There are all these special services of messaging each other and downloading information and I don't care.
The president of who-es-whats-it is mobbed and I don't care.
Unless it happens in my neighborhood or my yard or my person...... I don't care.
But I'll still pay my bills on time and live like a law abiding citizen (well, maybe) and cross the street when the light is green after looking both ways.
Friday, August 14, 2009
There was a story on the "Today" show this morning on hoarding.
and I wonder??
How did all this happen?
Another 5 trashcans full and more to come.
Same path, same time, but a different ride.
Yesterday I got the Bianchi Brava (see above, except it is white and has flat-t handlebars now) with new gears, brakes, and handlebars back to join the pride.
After attaching a water bottle, it was off on my morning stroll through the neighborhood.
Different? You bet.
This bike weighs about an ounce and handles like a racer, because that is what it is.
Also tiny tires and NO SHOCKS! My butt is getting used to that.
I don't know if the lightness of the bike or the working gears, but this creature can downright fly.
And hills are unbelievably easy.
It's still hot and takes a 1/2 hour to cool down but this was an interesting experience.
The frame is a little short for me, but the ergonomic grips help. Now to get a mirror.
Always look for those new experiences and keep a eye on the road.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
The Webster’s dictionary defines it as endurance.
I’ve always thought stamina was the runner who hits the wall but pushes on.
Some morning rides are harder than others, so I push on with the goal to finish.
Stamina helps move through the daily simple, repetitive route of trees, autos, squirrels, chipmunks, and white trucks with ladders rattling on the roof.
But LIFE throws a lot of things at us and stamina helps us make it through.
Through compromises, changing directions, meeting challenges, or enduring pain we wake up the next morning and begin again.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Some small things, some big things.
Papers, plastics, pictures, photos.
But I can see the floor.
And the Army got the first donation today.
Plenty of backpacks for back-to-school.
In a secret spot, found the video of the beginning to Puppywoods and is still amazed the amount of work.
Will probably have it copied to DVD after it's 15-year history.
On the second shirt of the day and the rain has returned.
Cleansing the air and watering the yard which I have abandoned.
It is an archaeological dig.
Finding ideas, goals, dreams, some lost, some realized.
The stuff we hold near.
And the digging goes on.