Virginia Breeze

Today the weather turned hot and humid so I guess play time is over. We had a nice run but now it’s time for some real Virginia weather. I came home and made a drink. The flipped the switch on the AC unit recently installed and sat down to see what was happening here.

I have more time now to go out and read blogs and meet people. My blogs are running (more or less) and it really is fun and interesting to meet other bloggers. Robin Easton is a jewel. And Evita of Evolving Wellness is another very special person. I read her posts and the hair on my neck starts to tingle.

What?!!

Oh no. That’s a good thing actually. It’s not something that my wife minds because it’s a thought process more than anything else based on my fascination with the sincerity and single mindedness of her approach to health and our wellbeing.

So I was reading her post about alcohol and the fact that it is poison while I was enjoying my rum and coke. The big old rum bottle was sitting there. Empty. And I had planned to go out and get another one.

But then I decided not too. I need all my remaining brain cells.

Pretty desperately in fact at this point.

And then Robin and I were talking about fear and dying. I think we agreed that being dead is not really a problem. Because after all we can fly when we are in our spirit bodies. And we all want to do that.

I mean if we could buy tickets to do it there would be long lines out to the sidewalk every day.

Not to die but just to fly. And then we were talking about the hard part actually being PAIN. I fear pain. And I was watching Henry last night on Showtime (The Tudors) go ballistic and start torturing all these poor guys who had done nothing.

Because he thought they had slept with Ann. And by the time he got done with them they all said “Well yes. I did sleep with her” even though they hadn’t. Because you know you will say anything if someone tortures you.

They wouldn’t even have to torture me. I would be like “Please just let me know what you think I did. I’m pretty sure I did it. Just remind me if you would about the details. I’m a little forgetful”.

Torture is so stupid. You want the truth? Forget it. You want someone to agree with you. NO PROBLEM.

They put the poor fiddle player on the rack and pulled him apart. I was very upset even though I know he is an actor and can hit that high C note without being stretched if he wants to do it.

I couldn’t sleep. I’m still upset about it. How can one human being do these things to another human being?

“I was just doing my job mister. I work here in the Tower of London. I’ve got five kids at home to feed. And I just turn the wheel. Somebody else brings em in here. Maybe they should have not gotten themselves in trouble”.

Please. I need to stop watching television. Putting torture on tv is worse than letting naked men and women have at it. And what it says about the human race is much worse.

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I dreamed about Charlize Theron last night. I had never actually met her before so it was an interesting dream. We went some places and did some things together.

But we didn’t do anything wrong together because I am a married man and love my wife very much (and I dream about her most often). I am not sure if Charlize is going out with anyone special or not. And we didn’t discuss it last night. We were too busy having fun. Because when you are in a dream you don’t have to worry about your fat pack.

You don’t have to worry about your thick eyeglasses that make you look like a moron if the light is just right.

And receding hairlines are not an issue. I must say that Charlize is a wonderful woman and very beautiful in person. And she has a wonderful laugh. I was amazed and very appreciative to find last night that she really likes me too. It was just like being sixteen again and going out with the girl in your school who is so beautiful and so unattainable.

I had that dream a time or two as well. Way back in the years before I graduating from WHS . Way back then when I was in love with a girl who I rarely spoke to and never dated. And I never asked her out on a date because she might have said no.

And then I would have had to kill myself on the spot. No questions asked. So being the prudent character that I am I waited about twenty five years and went to a class reunion. Then I had about six beers while I waited for her to show up. And then I told her I had been in love with her for the past forty years. Every since the third grade.

I thought she handled it very well. We sat and had a nice long talk. I must have said something but I don’t remember because I had another six beers after sharing this information with her.

Our class reunion was on a boat. I usually don’t drink beer because it gives me an awful headache later on. But I wasn’t concerned about later in this case. Because if she had laughed at me I would have jumped over the railing and sucked salt water all the way down to the bottom.

That’s why I drank all the beers. I’m afraid of heights. Right.

But thankfully she was as wonderful as I imagined. She told me about her marriage to some guy who was a photographer. That was before I became a photographer so naturally I thought he was an idiot. How could he have left this vision of beauty?

Eventually I wandered off to talk with some other folks I had not seen for years. I talked with a friend who had become a dentist and was still enlisted in the Navy. I think you have a pretty good rank if you do this and he seemed very content about his situation.

And then it was time to go. But as I moved towards the door a wonderful thing happened. An event occurred that I will remember as long as I live. And given the level of my alcohol content at that moment this was a pretty remarkable thing.

She got up from where she was sitting and came over and gave me a big hug.

And in that moment I spent sixty five years with her.

She is a very special girl.

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More Writing here

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“I think if you are in a one or two-year relationship, love is enough. You can thrive on that. When you hit years three and four, you realise that if you’re going to live with somebody … you have to be nurtured emotionally and spiritually, and you have to be intrigued. Because if that intrigue runs out, you’re not going to want to go home anymore,” she said.

Being serious in a relationship does not mean that one loses their freedom to express, as according to Theron, letting each other flirt and develop crushes on other members of the opposite sex, adds spice to life.

“I’ve always said that I worry about being with a man who doesn’t flirt. I love that Stuart can watch tennis and tell me that he’s got a crush on a tennis player. We’re not meant to just like one person. But (that) doesn’t mean you go and build a life with another person,” she added.

–Charlize

Makes sense to me

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I have a friend who is trying to get a job. We are both in our mid to late fifties. And my friend wants to contribute something by putting all her experience and excellent work habits to good use. Any employer should roll out the red carpet for someone like this because you are not going to find a better employee.

So I was amazed when she told me that in the interview she had been asked about her age. In the first place you never ask a woman about her age. But in certain settings it is illegal as well. An employer cannot ask about age, race or religion. And they cannot ask about disabilities either. Or so they say. But some who should know better cannot get to the important issues when conducting a job interview.

This is a part of the aging process that I have not discussed in previous posts. I have written about depression but not about how it causes problems getting or keeping a job. There are millions of folks out there trying to hold down jobs while they are depressed most of the time. And many of them are trying to drink their way out of the depression. Alcohol is a depressant so all it does is add fuel to the fire once the party is over. It’s a terrible cycle that leads to the destruction of lives in some cases.

And much of it could be prevented if those who have these problems would seek treatment and discover medication that can help. But then medical treatment and medication are expensive and most do not have medical insurance unless they have a job. And it’s difficult to get a job if you are depressed. More destructive cycles!

I would just say that if someone has to beg or borrow to find the funds for the treatment that will help the depression they should do it today. Don’t spend it on alcohol or cigarettes. Don’t spend it on much of anything except this.

Focus on reversing the cycle before it spirals out of control . In a week or two things can be looking much different. And we should not assume our problems will never go away. Life is about change. Sometimes we focus on the good times and wish they would not stop. But the good part is that life doesn’t discriminate in this regard. It can carry away all the problems too. We just need to give it a chance.

I wasn’t kidding. He is little. And he is my friend. We just met the other day at the botanical gardens. But we hit it off right away. What were you expecting? Al Pacino and that great scene in Scarface? Al spraying bullets far and wide. No. We can get that most anywhere but here it’s all about peaceful living. We can do crazy here too. But it’s a different kind of crazy.
It’s Saturday night and we just got back from dinner. I see a movie in our future. I haven’t seen the one about Sparta yet and am eagerly awaiting its arrival. I want to see King Leonidas kick the messenger into the well again. I am looking forward to it because I am a peaceful person and need actors to express things I have sometimes felt in the faraway land of my darker emotions.
I had a boss one time who needed to be kicked into a deep dark pit. Maybe I wll put his face on the messenger when it comes up in the movie. This guy was kind of sadistic and now he is retired. He can’t mess with anybody anymore.
Do you think this is why these movies are so popular? Shooting a guy full of holes or kicking him into a well is not totally incomprehensible to most of us. On some level we know what they are feeling. There is some admiration for these guys in some of us. Maybe their genes don’t fit neatly with ours all the way up the helix but there are some interlocking pieces down below.

I don’t think that’s the case with Michael Vick however. And I think that he has fewer friends than just about anybody including Hannibal Lecter right now. Because nobody can understand what he did. Except maybe Jamie Foxx. I have never seen anybody famous with so few friends in my life. The guy sitting in front of the liquor store with a wine bottle has more friends than Mike right now. Because nobody has ever had a mean boss who was a dog. Nobody ever had an alcoholic and schizophrenic parent who was a dog. Nobody ever had a competitor in the drug business who was a dog.

We just can’t understand it. We have to take care of our little friends. They were put here to take care of us. And we need a whole lot of care and understanding.

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