Last night I picked up my guitar and began to strum and began to wail;
There’s nobody like the somebody I want to be—but baby you got a body I want to see….
I didn’t play long because my fingers tips have been hurting today. Damned Arthur (arthritis) came visiting and decided to stay for couple of days. The greatest wisdom I could impart to someone is do not crush your finger tips while working on a pump crew in your twenties because it is sure to come back and visit you. Breaking you hand is also not very wise, so just don’t do it, which I know is counter to what Nike’s slogan “Just Do It” tells you to do, but I assure you it will feel much better if at times you just don’t do it.
The quote from FDR came to me this morning just before my alarm went off, begging me to get up to shut it off. “The only fear you have to fear is fear itself.” Then I was introduced to fear when I turned on the television and began to watch the morning news. The good news is that we are not yet into World War III, and our entire economy has not yet completely collapsed, but the divisions are growing greater, and hate is getting a stronger foothold.
Shaking off a shudder I sat down all but naked in my writers chair because I did have on my favorite hat. I believe no adventure should be taken solely alone. I began to write in earnest to purge myself of all the thoughts that still lingered in my thoughts from the dreams I had awakened from. It is from these dreams that good things can come. I pushed past the gloom and doom and for a moment shivered because there is a chill in the air. We are still weeks away from spring and the warmth it will bring.
Life In General 