How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
Cliches can be true, sometimes.
I stop to smell the fresh baking. And definately snort deeply with wild roses. I breathe deeply when I first put on my CPAP nose pillow at night.
I’m still trying to get perspective on the nasty shit I’ve experienced. If the (human) perpetrators are still alive, I can attempt some degree of forgiveness. For those that are dead and gone, well, I try to re-write the storyline etched on my memory (I might even piss on their grave if I ever get the chance). I find the cliches shared in the movie, The Shawshank Redemption seem to fit better than most popular media (for me). I haven’t become more religious as I age. I don’t need that opiate. Muhammad Ali (1942-2016) said it best, “The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life“.
https://genius.com/Playboy-playboy-interview-muhammad-ali-second-interview-1975-annotated {{{I tried going back to the primary source in Playboy Magazine. Their November 1975 article. That went as well as you’d expect from a porno magazine, with some excellent writing salted among the woo-woo-cringe-oh-sh*t-that-didn’t-age-well photos. No joy, so try this site instead}}}
Re: What the hell was I doing in November, 1975? I was 3 months into Kindergarten at Peace Arch Elementary School, with Ms. Kitagawa (who became Mrs. Inaway[?]), the most awesome kindergarten teacher ever.
tuesday, february 3rd rock report.
Two extra propane bottles installed by our e-shed. Genny-GENERAC will now have enough fuel for the rest of the cloudy days ahead. Our propane supplier also struggles with timely fill-ups. And I still have no clue whether they’re monitoring our transponder (that they installed, FFS). At least our fossil fuel costs are still at $0.60-0.70/litre.
BH from Evolve Builders Group visited our site and repaired the faulty door latch and resealed the cracked tile-grout in our bathroom shower stall.
TS baked. And oh lordy was it good. The propane dudes left before getting their samples — BH didn’t make the same mistake as the burly propane people!
Before all of this activity, TS and PN cleared the driveways. TS lugged buckets of sand to the hill leading down to the lower parking lot. She also cleared the PV arrays. That resulted in significant photon-what-the-hell-are-they-doing-to-the-photovoltaic-cells — electricity production.
BCB&B, neemtree, bdb, and blog 