Virginia Is For Families

I have found this book about ADD Attention Deficit Disorder.  And I would like to read it to discover if this may be part of my problem.

But I can’t concentrate long enough to read more than a few pages.  What do you think?  I read a few paragraphs to Beth and she says I do not have ADD.

And case closed, too, for that matter.  She doesn’t need to think about it.  She doesn’t need to read the book. She just knows.  Does your spouse do this?

We are having an interesting morning.  Zach was on his way out to school as I was returning from my morning exercises.  He is participating in a debate this morning.

I said to him that this weekend I would like to take some mood photos of him.  He doesn’t have to try to smile in other words.  Some people have problems doing that.   But Beth came downstairs at that moment and thought I said “n*de photos”  (I can’t write it out because when you run Bad Neighborhood it picks up on words that are so innocuous George Carlin would turn over in his grave if he could see it).   So she thought I wanted to take some risque photos of my son.

So we got that straightened out and then I said “Baby you are the only one I want to take n*de photos of” and she gave me the “in your dreams” look.   And I turned around to continue my conversation with Zach in time to see the top of his head go out the door.

Apparently he didn’t want to hear about my wants.  Or needs.  Or anything else unless I could give him some good ammunition for the debate.

But it’s Friday and that’s good news.  Thank God all the election stuff has subsided.  It’s time to prepare for Thanksgiving.  And I did win approval for one remark I made in this regard.

We have lots of family here for Thanksgiving.  And some of them have girlfriends and boyfriends.  So seating becomes an issue.    My idea was that everyone who is over 39 years old should sit at one table.  And then the younger (and larger) group could sit together at the dining room table.  Because everybody is not going to fit together at one table (or one room for that matter).

So there are no favorites.   Unless an unexpected guest decides to show up for dinner and then we will make an exception.  Let’s say Charlize Theron who is always welcome decides to join us.

She will be offered a place next to me.  Beth will be on the other side.  The right side because that’s where the angels sit.   And I’m sure her father will want to sit on Charlize’s other side.  And who else?

Oh her mother!  She can sit across from me so that I can gaze into her lovely eyes and listen to her words of wisdom.

When I’m not being polite and listening to Charlize of course.  Or Beth.

You see!  I have it all worked out.  Does it sound like ADD to you?  Probably not.

Probably your diagnosis is further along in the old psychiatric manual.

Delusions of Grandeur

Suicidal

Out of Touch With Reality

Any recommendations?

Here’s one I found interesting. . .

“Just cook the turkey til he’s done so he will quit making so much noise.”

More Writing

http://davidnotes.com/2008/11/13/dreaming-great-photos-photo-presentation/

Labor Day is just around the corner and summer is coming to an end.  I realize that some of us will still go to the beach in September and maybe even put our toes in the water.   But for reasons having to do with official policy summer is over.

“IT’S OVER!”

And it’s time to have a little philosophical moment here.  Why?  I don’t know.  Because we can?  Because we are bored and need something to do?

Because we have started referring to ourselves in the plural again and need to find a way to stop doing this?  We are not the Pope.  We will never be the Pope although we do have a rather bizarre fantasy about leading the world into the new millenium with our blogging efforts.

“Has he written a new post today?”  Words that will someday reverberate around the world in millions of homes.  NOT.

TODAY I would like to discuss with you a little problem that I have been noticing now for about, oh, many   years.

I know that there was a day before yesterday and a day before that and so forth.  But there must also be a day before the first day I can remember.  I know that I was born on December 25 (haha) 1948 and there must have been a day before that and so on back, back and back to the beginning.

Beginning?  Did I say beginning?  Well there must have been a beginning right?  Things have not just gone on forever.  So if there was a start somewhere eons ago then what was happening before the start?  NOTHING!

That’s why there was a start because before that there was nothing.  But, then, if there was nothing how could something have started out of nothing.  How could time have gotten started out of nothing all by itself?  That seems impossible.  So there was not a beginning perhaps.

And there will not be an end.

And that would mean that time actually does not exist. Because time is based on things starting and stopping or having a beginning and an end.

So maybe we just dreamed all of this up .  Maybe life is a dream!  And the fact that we go to bed every night, sleep and have dreams is a clue!   Because we wake up and say “Oh!  Good.  That was just a dream (if we just started WWIII) or Darn! That’s not good.  How do I get back into that dream?  (If we were having a nice time with Angelina while Brad was away making a movie  -He took all the kids with him). Maybe when we die we wake up and go “OMG what a strange dream I just had”.

Maybe we are dreaming right now.  You are reading this but you are dreaming.  I’m writing it but I am dreaming.  We think that dinner will be in a couple of hours but we are dreaming (Especially if we are supposed to be  making it and instead are goofing off at the computer.)

It’s all just a dream.  And one day we will wake up and go “Man!  That was some dream!

I wonder if we will still have the problem with time when/if that happens?  Because if it happens and I “wake up” and realize this gig is over and then look around and realize I’m still “doing time” I’m going to be really ticked !

Because that will mean I just went from one dream to another dream.  Maybe it will be a nicer dream.  But it will still be a dream.  And so the process will start over again.  Hopefully my hard drive will go with me wherever I end up so I can check these notes and make certain additions.

And communicate with the rest of you!

“Has he written another post yet today?”

I have heard from Ron Dubin, Bernie Kaspers and Robin Easton today.  All three lifted my heart and made me appreciate what blogging has done for my mind and my soul this past year.  These are real friends who I have never met and probably never will meet.  (Except that Ron and I are going to go see the Nationals play in DC someday).

Each one  of them means more to me than thousands of readers who just pass by and are recorded in the stats.  I am not saying they are not important too.  But on a day when Google tried to screw me up these three  helped a lot just by being who they are.

You know what I am saying.  Here is something from an email Robin wrote.  I don’t think she will mind if I post it because she is planning to use it herself in a post.  This is just a small part.  I went into some kind of  hypnotic state when I was reading it.  It is so cool.

“Also remember that even if 100 million people drink and drink a LOT, surprisingly it still doesn’t mean it’s healthy.  Or not killing people.  LOL  X million people smoke cigarettes EVERY day, some all day long, but that doesn’t mean it’s not killing people left right and center….and yet as a species we still do it.  I invite you back into LIFE; you deserve LIFE.  We all do. I invite you to be FULLY David. You are an amazingly talented writer…EXCELLENT….you are an incredible photographer…BEAUTIFUL art.  You have years and years of your life in front of you.  If you are 60, which I think you said you are….then you are only 6 years older than me.  You have, if you want it, a whole new adventure in front of you.  Reach out and grab it. I invite you to explore life and LIVE the dreams in your heart….that your heart is begging you to live.”

_Robin Easton

http://nakedineden.com/

Being physically healthy is going to be so cool.

Here is something for my three blogging buddies.  I hope they enjoy it.  It’s a romantic song and that may not seem entirely appropriate but it’s also a song about universal love and understanding.

And it’s also very beautiful.  Like so many of the things they do.

Yes I know
My love, that you and i
Are together briefly
For just a few moments
In silence
As we look out of our windows
And listen
To the sky
And to a world
Thats awakening
And the night is already far away
Already, far away

Look at this world
Spinning with us
Even in the dark
Look at this world
Spinning for us
Giving us hope and some
Sun, sun sun

My love, you are you my love
I hear your voice,
And I listen to the sea.
It sounds just like your breathing
And all the love you want to give me
This love
That is there, hidden
Hidden among the waves
All the waves in the world
Just like a boat that….

Look at this world
Spinning with us
Even in the dark
Look at this world
Spinning for us
Giving us hope,
And some sun, sun, sun,
Some sun, sun, sun.

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AsianTiger01you really hit it out of the ball park when you created this video.  And Andrea you are a god among men.

When I listen to this right before the chorus my soul tries to burst free.   It’s a great song.

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