Archive for July, 2015


July 26, 2015

While going up the street near my apartment I happen to come across this fine feathered friend who gently prances softly on the hard pavement not barely lifting up his thin brightly orange feet. Just glides along smoothly. His color is quite unusual as being dark grey on his head as his wings are magnificent with bright white designs. He spreads his wings and he is off not even to have a glance at the surface below. He is unusual as he flies not in flight as other birds seems to do. This creature isn’t far from the ground at all: in fact he is eye level to myself. I would think that this particular species of bird is a pigeon however not the size as most pigeons which are near the lakes or the oceans. Those seem far larger. This pigeon seems to have lost weight and one day it was in the road and I had hoped it wouldn’t be hit by these fast going cars which travel at mock speed not watching for those in the way. So each day in the early morning as the sun has already arose I see this pigeon just coming and of course it stops and I look in amazement. He seems not to be hesitant as I speak softly as he listens. He has a calming effect on me. As I go on my way toward the corner and turn I am bombarded with refuse along the path. People have an apathy ignorance on the verge of sloth. Each time I see refuse on the ground it is horrid. There are refuse cans in eyes view yet people just won’t use them. There should be a forced fine for litter. It has gotten out of hand. In fact when I take my trash to the dumpster I walk to the closest entrance and I pick up a diet mountain dew empty can and take it with me. It is on my way and it is always in the same place on top of where the mail is delivered to the apartments. I have pick it up countless times I have lost count yet can’t just leave it stay. If I do it bothers me. There have been beautiful clouds today and I see them separate and have the patience to watch them close and come together as the bright blue sky disappears away from the clouds. What a magnificent sight. Could watch clouds endlessly. Never tire of them especially as these become darker and there is a grayish tint to them. It again leaves a serene feeling.

” Interlocking Interlude”

July 20, 2015

A magical yet in my case a third time which better be a charm. Usually I blog at night however this time it is happening in the morning which I would think that at anytime would be good while the oven is hot to strike a mood of progressive constructive dialogue. Years ago my creative son, Andre wrote a play in a notebook. It hasn’t been published yet as ” Perdition’s Epilogue” Book One is on amazon. He is editing the sequel and writing another book “Anytown” This play is so original and timeless, actually up to date even in todays standards. The characters jump out from the page as being lifelike. These individuals are in real life sometimes threatening circumstances: as their life up to this point is very stressful. These characters are as follows: Zen who is in the mainstream is very intellectual, dresses conservatively has liberal ideas: John who is Zen’s childhood friend is very idealistic has some heated although friendly debates with Zen. There are John’s parents who are always self judging and putting John down. There is Nicole who is apprehensive of all her friends because of being abused by her parents. Katrina who is somewhat wayward, young fifteen years of age. So Zen and John try to mentor her which is to no avail however both of them are credited for their efforts. These are the main characters and the secondary characters are a couple of cops who are constantly harassing these kids and making a game of it. Although the kids are far more intelligent and see right through the shananigans. Then there is Skeet who is in his mid-forties who is appears to be in and out of the saga. Has a reputation of being a recluse and very hard get along with everybody concerned and therefore clashes with all the personalities. Doesn’t have any respect for himself and the kids dislike Skeet intensively however never verbly utter any words such as those. Undoubtingly there are harrowing situations in the middle of this play yet each character has a surprising happy ending with exception of Nicole who turns up in a very sad way!
Hopefully at some point this notably inventive play will be published so the world may appreciate the intentions of natural true talent

“Forest From The Trees”

July 15, 2015

Nearly twenty minutes till two in the morning, brings a new day and this month is believably half over. How remarkable is that. My son, Andre is working another overnight by himself at a local restaurant nearby and so guess what it gives me time to have constructive thinking. My observance is many things yet those items either don’t deserve a response or there is a comment to be had simply because it isn’t necessary. However must say that if a person asks a question the self judging population has to retort in a way that is typical; such as ‘why’. Or this self absorbing individuals will give a point of view which is again typical. This happens far too often that people are unaware of their verbal responses. Called the several churches to see if for some reason these organizations could aid financially. The first two said “No” without a reason. Though the third gave the same answer and gave a legit reason say that all the churches weren’t aiding because of the drug problem which is over the top and couldn’t although they really wanted to aid however didn’t have the funds. The problem was so overwhelming. I thought the third church had real courage to let someone know instead of ignoring it. They want to be part of the solution. I thought that was a positive act. I then phoned the senior center and got a very engaging lady that did her research and referred me to a couple of agencies which had 1 8oo numbers. Asked me for some personal information then after giving me some rigamole said ” that the agency was unable to aid. I was honest and was astonished by their rudeness their utter disregard for a fellow human being. I won’t dignify the name of the agency simply because they don’t deserve air play. Our fellow human beings refuse to see the forest from trees and unfortunately group all together. How sad is that?

” A Symbol”

July 10, 2015

Up and down topside is my stomach now that is a secret no one telling ok. May by the end of this blog it will settle down oh by the way it is to that point. This joyous July three days in the month came my older son Ian’s birthday. He is forty two years of age. Remarkable. Recalling those many years ago I was patiently awaiting to the forefront to withdraw a sizable amount of cash to give it to the hospital in Indianapolis. Again on his birthday I was again standing in a bank to pay the rent money. As I was waiting for the clerk to count out the amount I glanced at the clock noting that it is quarter till eleven and same time it was 42 years ago. How ironic. Might say it is a symbol. Also Ian was three weeks late coming into this world. Had gone through a happy nine months of joy and then waiting three more weeks shy of another week into another month. Actually I was so overwhelmed this didn’t matter. Not even having not an iota of insurance. What mattered most was that my son was healthy, which in fact he was and is. Having insurance is for the selective few. Never had it so that’s the way the cookie crumbles. My younger son hasn’t got insurance either and therefore it is most difficult when his medical condition comes into play. I myself don’t even have any insurance and have never had it. I worry about my younger son more because of this amyloid both his kidney and he is here with me. My older son Ian and his family is in Jordan. Ian was born in 73 and that is my age! That too is a symbol. Have to say this blog is short and sweet!!!