The thing is (my opinion on stuff as I think about it, some heavy, some light)

Every seven

Farmers have proven it's optimal to let the soil rest every seven years
There's other proven things that involve sevens

And there's resting, for us beings
I've been a grunt most my life
Responding to the needs of others
Even when I got kicked upstairs...VP of Operations, nothing changed
Busy, very busy
I ate it up
The Prez would pop his huge face into my office;
'Gary, look out the window....we need to do a back nine'
'Boss, I've got more'n a dozen unresolved things on my desk. It's imperative I find resolution'
'Gary, it's imperative you meet me at Summerfield in 15 minutes...call now for a tee time'
And so it's been
If nobody has pressed me, I've pressed myself

But, one thing is gonna change
Gonna rest every seven
All day
Gonna put away the busy stuff
Maybe read some scripture
Hell, I live in nature
Gonna take it in...what The Creator made for us
Not even grab the Nikon
Just go....and see...enjoy

….with my lady

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Thoughts
On the religious

Been awhile since I set foot in a church
Can’t seem to get my feet to head that direction
You know, people
Heh, they are the ones that counsel you with that wizened adage ‘you mustn’t look at the people, keep yer eyes on Him’
…..all the while standing smack dab in the way

Still finding all things spiritual within where I dwell
The sunrises can do that
to even the most grizzled of souls

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Greatest cathedrals in the world, my friend.
 
Since moving from the mountain cabin to town, I'm quite happy with convenience

But

Much happier with the thought that if I kicked, I'd leave my lady with;
an affordable place
a very comfy place

Knowing me, I'll bite the big one while sleeping
prolly right before the completion of a really vivid wet dream involving Sophia Loren
then.....my last act.....poop the bed

She should be so disgusted, she'll git over her loss pretty darn quick

Yeah, I can rest in that
 
You trying to tell us you on ' the way out '?
Got a major illness working on you?

Come on now pull up yer boot straps.
Nada

Jus' planning

Hey, it's the autumn of my years

Gotta do what I can to keep the lady of my life from harm...whether I'm here....or not

On the other hand, I plan on bein' topside for another decade or two

Who knows?

Jus' coverin' the bases

Keeps me restin' easy
 
Sounds like we are in the same stage of life.

Our thoughts sort of go like this,," hey,, we could afford a new car. Or RV , ATV"
Yeah,, we only have 3 or 4 ."

Then we discuss how are we going to gift the grandkids.
Or about going into a home or having enough funds to cover long hospital stays.

Its best to keep hands & minds busy,,not think about 'the end'.
 
THE ONE THING I’VE LEARNED

That thing is, no matter what you pursue,
make it what you like to do,
not so much whether or not you have the ability.
You’ll achieve the ability.


You’ll enjoy what you’re doing.
You may even make money at it…but that’s not the goal.

A key to being happy is doing what you like to do.
It’s quite simple really.

A lot of folks go to school just to;
earn a degree……
make a good living….
to do what they like to do in their leisure time…..

Just cut out the middle men.
Do what you like to do.

Those of us that are not of the idle rich genre do need to find material sustenance,
but just not to the degree dictated.




 

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My opinion on stuff as I think about it, some heavy, some light​


Seems all folks are different
Its been said, 'what a boring place if we were all alike'

Still
Some are so different
So different, they butt heads
Maybe that why they end up calling each other buttheads......

A saying during a tragic time;
'Can we just all get along?' Rodney King

Man, wonder what that'd be like

Wonder what planet that'd be
 
I write

It comes fast

Right now it's 12:40 AM

....and I'm writing lyrics like crazy

One is a gospel thing
(rather involved)

The other....is a sorta love song

I Can't Love My Woman No More

I do love fractured prose, and this has 'em, double negatives an' all
Guess Country will be the music if anybody picks it up

Gotta sleep on it now
and that's too bad
.....the lyrics may not happen again
 
Job 38:35, ESV: "Can you send forth lightnings, that they may go and say to you, 'Here we are'?"

Heh, Maxwell 'discovered' this in the mid 1800s, over three thousand years later

and now......we talk to each other around the world like we were in the same room

Interesting that people talk about the old testament......like it was outdated
 

Reading about family relationships spurred some thoughts of my own.​

Wrote this in another thread of mine;​

My mind wanders (travels) sometimes
sometimes to the edge
during those times a keyboard is employed

(forgive me)

Anybody got close to near to close relatives that seem to live a cut above everone around them including you?

These are kin, that if you had the choice, you’d pick for Hitler’s cronies, their lives ending by the hand of Idi Amin’s pals.
It’s a dream you have anyway.

These are not necessarily smug folks, as they’ve been raised to be proper with kindly remarks saved for the mentally disadvantaged (you),
but still,
when in conversation, you seem to come off as a curiosity, a toy that should have been discarded but kept because, well, it’s been passed down from aged family members.

These are your kinfolks that you wish weren’t.
But there you are, at their place.
And there they are, choosing the correct fork with mindless ease, while it dawns on you that you not only have one, but both elbows on the table.
This felonious act is like discovering, while you’re waiting for the bus, you have no pants on.

Yeah, there they are, wittily chatting about current events, glancing your way, hoping you will say something so they can have a good mutual laugh, jumping on your blurted fractured words like the ravenous hyenas they are.

But you know this, so you amiably reach for your seventh dinner role, because you know the lone knife is for butter…pretty sure.

And there’s your sister, blending nicely, and even your little brother, cute little bastard, seems to be one of them, along with mom and dad, all exchanging quips and witticisms.

So you begin to feel a tad self-conscious, and thirsty, since your fourth glass of juice has managed to cause that loaf of dinner rolls to swell to the max in your twisted up stomach.

‘Why’d the moron throw the clock out the window?’

‘Whud he say? ‘

snicker giggle giggle giggle....rising, swelling to a tidal wave of uproarious laughter

‘I dunno, Gary, why did the moron do that (snarkle)?’

The beets look pale compared to you.

Only you are smiling, laughing sappily with them.

But, on the inside you’re envisioning Himmler’s storm troopers bashing down the door, and hauling everone outside.

You are untouched, saved actually.

Later you stroll out to the gazebo where everone is flailing away, hanging upside down.
You walk slowly by these relatives of yours, stopping in front of your cousin’s bobbing head.

‘TO EFFING SEE THE EFFING TIME EFFING FLY!!!!’

Later that day, sitting in the gazebo, finally with your own thoughts, you settle your mind with the calming resolution of just writing a book.....



So, you never had relatives like that, you say?

Me neither

But it still won’t keep me from writing about them....






Yeah, I wrote that

Heh, looking back, I was always under the radar
I pretty much preferred it that way
I wasn't much heard, and hardly seen

'And what's yer name, young man?'
'Dad, it's me.....Gary'

However, being on the outside, looking in has its advantages
If yer inside, you tend to get scrutinized
Like in some sorta petri dish
Next thing ya know, if yer not careful, yer pinned to a category cardboard

On the outside it's waaaaay different
All ya gotta do is turn around

You get to mix in...blend
Into crowds of unknowns
....and you are unknown

Now, that's freedom

Like Pistol's character said 'The world is my Osterizer'

....or, something like that
 
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The 'rest' of the story......

I've found rest is important
Longer one lives, rest becomes essential

Not talking about physical rest
That comes, no matter

I've tested that
Worked three days straight, around the clock, a few times

The second day;
.....'I got this'

That night;
.....'where'd I put that?'.....what time izzit?'
'Izzat a bed?'
'I......need......coffee!!'

Third day;
ZZZZZZZZZ...SNARK?
'Did I jus' sleep?'
'Where am I?'
'How'd I get in the driver's seat?'

No

I'm talking about mental rest

Bases are covered
'No worries' becomes real

Here on out, I'm going to actually live in the moment

Maybe live what I've preached

Written a decade or so ago;



Where ya Goin?

It seems the longer one hangs around, the more philosophical one becomes.
For (seemingly) ever I've been a self-driven drone, slogging to work, seizing the week-ends, and generally looking forward, letting the present get by without savor.

Of late, I've taken the time to look around a bit.
Where is everyone going, and why the hurry?

Ever watch people's faces as they pass in front of you while at a stop light?
They look intent, serious about getting somewhere, mad at traffic,
distracted to the environment around them
with the exception of the cars within reach of their bumpers.

The oxymoronic term 'rush hour' is a prime example, but the better vantage point is from a bridge or office window, observing the thousands of cars that whoosh by every hour of every working day on every freeway.

Why the hurry?
Seems a form of intense, subconscious insanity, acceptable only because the numbers favor.

It's not as evident if you are in the stream of traffic.
You are them, jockeying for position, drafting, 'getting ahead', winning Indy or Daytona,
or singing blithely to the stereo, oblivious to Dale Jr in your rear view mirror,
or scared as hell, slowing down on on-ramps, signaling out of context, fervently thanking God for delivering you to work and home yet another day,
or you're the freeway zombie, staring ahead, glazed eyes,
two knuckles deep in mid-procedure of a major boogerectomy.

One time, years ago now, I was stuck in downtown traffic.
It was hot.
I was in a hurry.
Lights were heedless.
Some idiot right behind me was laying on his horn.
BEEP BEEP BEEP-BAHBEEP BEEEEEEEEP
My mind exploded!
'I'm gonna crush his f---ing skull!'
I put it in neutral, set the hand brake, flung open the door.
Without focusing on the mouth breather behind me (not caring really),
flip him off, expecting (hoping for) some action.
I plant my feet on the ground.
Slam the car door.
Focus on the moron behind me.

It was the pastor.....and his family..... with fading happy to see smiles.
A lesson learned.

So here I am, on the off ramp.
Happier than I've been in a while.
Not so restless with myself.

The term restful has greater bearing now.......much much greater
 


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