Hello, good bye, life is like that.

Friends leaving, moving to Florida, this weekend.

Sad, for those they have left behind.

But for them, it is exciting, the opportunity for a change of life style:  warmer, gentler, friendlier.

Yeah, I have moved, 8 times in my past.

It was always about my career.

It took awhile to make friends and to feel comfortable in a new environment.

And then every 5 years, it was time to move on.

I have rarely kept in touch with any of the hundreds, perhaps thousands of people left behind.

Moving on means just that.

New friends, new experiences, new memories.

I think it has to be that way.

Life is like that.

Change is constant, even for those who never have moved.

For awhile, our thoughts are with those who are no longer there.

They may have changed jobs, moved away or died.

It takes awhile, until we find new people, purpose and resolve.

It has to be that way.

Nothing stays the same.

Not even us.

The challenge for all of us, is to let go of the past, but never to forget.

To learn that new friends create new memories

And that some will be just as meaningful as our old ones.

No one or no thing can replace our lost loved ones.

It’s ok.

It has to be that way.

The change has to be in ourselves, to allow ourselves to accept the changes and to enjoy every moment we have left, with those who enter our lives.

We live a bitter sweet life, most of us.

The world keeps changing.

It is up to you and to me, to let go of what once was and to open up to what will be.

 

Wolf

 

 

The ghost screwed up my day off.

Guess what?

No, not Chicken Butt.

I have today off.

I decided to go shopping.

Got to the store.

No glasses.

Geez.

I can’t see.

Now what?

Asked the clerk for help…… about 200 times.

I am now black balled from the store.

Stopped at the bar.

No need to see.

Pour me, pour me.

Or is it:

Poor me, poor me?

It is always a breeze at the bar.

Especially when Caitlynn is in charge.

Some day Cait will be running this place, as the owner/manager/guru/ Godlike kid….etc.

Love that girl

Sitting, sipping, waiting for my take out.

A ghost appears.

The beer cooler doors open and shut, with no one in sight.

Cait tells me I am right.

There is a ghost who hangs out in this very old establishment.

Give me another double, Cait.

And let me say this about that!

Cheers!

Hey, you old ghost!

Have I told you lately, that you have an amazing dad?

Drove home, without a guest ghost.

I better go back tomorrow.

To see who it is.

Cait says some guy was killed in this establishment.

Many, many years ago.

I wink.

Yeah, I know

I was there.

It was Abe Lincoln.

At the Ford Theater.

Cait refuses to serve me another.

Thank Goodness.

I am blizted.

What a wonderful day!

xoxooxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

 

Wolf

 

 

 

The days of July

Really?

The last week of July 2016?

Truth:  Time flies.

Did you enjoy the better part of summer?

What memories are forever tucked away, to be cherished?

Perhaps a trip to Europe or a cruise in the Caribbean.

Maybe partying with family and friends, on the patio, or around the pool.

Or, if you are like me, a much less dramatic summer, savoring the moments of ordinary days.

Sitting on the deck, with a cold beer, enjoying the peace and solitude after working all week.

A few special luncheons, with my sister in law.  We rarely get to hang out together, just she and I, but when we do, it is time filled with laughter and shenanigans.

Meeting with my friends, Carol and Dave, every Thursday night, before they move to Florida.

A fun birthday celebration at work, with cake and balloons, especially Grumpy Cat balloon.

Observing the positive changes in friends who are filling life long goals and dreams.

Appreciating friends and coworkers who make working a positive and fun experience.

Getting up each morning, and having a dialogue with the “Oh Wow” cat.  What a hoot he is.

Doing what I can to make Jim comfortable, as he battles failing health.

Feeling closer to my family in Minnesota this year, more than I have for many years.  So happy I was able to visit them last year.

Feeling healthy, for the most part, and giving thanks for that.

And most of all:  Just being myself,  wild and goofy.

I love wild and goofy.

 

Wolf

Huh?

How now brown cow?

Had another day of reckoning.

Can you?

No.

Will you?

I will do my best.

Now what?

Hey hey my my.

Rock and roll will never die.

Watch me, as I do the dance of the sugar plum fairies.

Hey, not good enough.

What other tricks have you got up your sleeve?

I am a pin ball wizard, a man of la mancha, a pain in the ass, a cat on a hot tin roof, a young and tan and lovely….

Hey, I have evolved into a boring song, on an elevator.

Substance, please.

Some days make no sense.

So, let it all hang out.

Do it.

Give your best.

And after 8 hours?

Find those who are so whacked, that they find nirvana.

One more day, my friends.

One more chance to make it happen.

If not, bye bye.

It’s your chance to make it happen.

I hope you do.

If not?

Hey, kids, Listen to Tom Petty Sirius Radio.

Don’t back down, don’t come round here no more, and let’s run down a dream.

Oh yeah.

And in the words of the prophet, Chicken Butt: “I love you !  All of you. It doesn’t matter who you are, or what you do, or if you rule the world.

You are you.

And that is enough.

Let’s make tomorrow a wonderful thing.

See you then.

Make it a sparkling day.

Live, love, laugh.

oxoxoxooxoxoxxox

 

Wolf

 

 

Can a lack of vitamin C be disastrous?

Ahhh!

I have a sinus infection.

And guess why?

Not enough Vitamin C.

So, tonight, I stopped, on the way home.

For a large OJ.

As usual, I did not pass the bar.

I felt I was sneezing less than I had all day.

So I had another.

I love self medication.

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy stayed home.

This little piggy had OJ.

And this little piggy had none.

And this little piggy cried, Wee Wee Wee

All the way home.

Yes, she pp’d in her pants.

But her sinuses?

Much better.

So, when your piggy has the sniffles,

Or when your piggy takes on a life of her own,

Remember,

You were once a piggy.

Treat her with kindness.

Buy her a drink.

What?

Make that a double.

She’s a good girl.

Crazy bout Elvis.

Ok, she is obsessed with Tom Petty.

She gets in her pajamas, and runs down a dream.

Sneezing her ass off.

Goes out on her deck.

Free falls, after her deck chair collapses.

Another disaster.

All because she has a sinus infection.

And a fat ass.

xoxooxoxoxoxo

 

Wolf

 

 

 

 

Not feeling so good about today.

I understand that Monday is probably the least favorite day of the week.

But it sets the tone for the days that follow.

Today, I was all about getting things done, keeping up with the work load, communicating across the organization.

It was so God awful muggy and hot, that I decided to stay put on my lunch hour, with a bowl of oatmeal and a croissant.

After reading a few chapters and finishing lunch, I logged in to email to see who needed attention.

No internet.

No phone.

Ok, so it will probably just take a few minutes and things will be running smoothly.

Read a few more chapter.

Every 10 minutes.

Things working?

Wrong.

As the minutes turned into hours, another lesson learned.

Computers may be faster, bringing  immediate issues to our attention,  in real time, but when they don’t work, neither do we.

Deadlines, promises and service level agreements?  Not gonna happen.

Decided to fall back on my basic skills before the age of technology.

Filed records.

Cleaned my desk.

Typed a few word docs.

And felt restless, anxious.

I actually missed the madness of the instant messages.

I felt that I was letting my customers down.

I was isolated.

Out of the loop.

Kept checking my computer and phone.

Walked over to co workers to see what they were doing.

And when it came time to leave, I did not feel good about the day.

Maybe I am brain washed.

Or perhaps, conditioned to the fast pace of the multi tasking working world.

It could be that I missed my fix for the day.

The more I accomplish, the better I feel.

Or even more likely, I can’t stand not to know what is going on.

It’s all about communication.

Without it, we just can’t survive.

 

Wolf

 

 

The servant becomes your master

Not sure why this was disturbing to me, but it was.

In the checkout line, at the grocery store.

Ahead of me, a young woman in her 20s with a child, who was approximately 4 years old.

The child was wearing a designer dress, flashy sunglasses, and spectacular sandals.

Mom was fit, trim, and blonde.

The little girl had 2 bottles in her hand, one pink and one blue.  She insisted that her mother should buy them.

Mom said, “Are you sure?  It looks a little greasy to me.”

Little girl:  “No, it’s fine.  You don’t understand.  I need both of these.”

The dialogue continued, while mom pulled out of reusable bags, vegetable after vegetable.

Health conscious, for sure.

I was skeptical , wondering what kind of relationship this kid has with her mother.

I thought about my childhood. How different it was from the one some kids have today.

We were happy if mom made kool aid and baked cookies for us.

I wore my sister’s hand me downs, and we shared a bicycle, the 3 of us kids.

Not that I had the ultimate experience as a child.

But I was certainly not spoiled.

I think the little princess most likely left the store, with the pink and blue bottles.

I think she most likely gets her way most of the time.

She has her health conscious mother wrapped around her finger.

As I walked out to unload my groceries in the car, I noticed mother and daughter in the parking lot.

Mom haphazardly pushed her cart in the lot, as the princess and queen entered their vehicle.

The cart went on a ride of its own, crashing into a truck several feet away.

Mom pulled out in a rush, never looking back.

A chance encounter has me wondering if the world has really changed this much.

And wondering if wealth and status creates a mind set of privilege, in ourselves and in our children.

 

Wolf

 

 

 

A brotherhood of man

Sometimes I feel that the world is moving too fast for me.

What happened to the days when I had time to ride a bicycle, sleep in a tent in the back yard,  and tell ghost stories?

When did we enter the age that gave us access to the latest horrendous act across our globe?

Do I need to know these things?

If so, how will it affect my life?  My outlook? My attitude?

These random acts of hatred and violence seem to be creeping into my psyche, destroying the peace and tranquility of my little world.

Although I have not changed my life style, I am feeling uneasy about when and where the next attack will be.

Who would have imagined it would happen in Baton Rouge.  Or in Nice, Orlando or Munich.

Then there is the civil unrest in our country. Police vs civilians.  Profiling, blaming, killing one another, in the name of justice.

Even our politicians attack one another with troubling, vicious words, revealing the weaknesses of their opponents, rather than addressing the issues.

We may, perhaps, blow up this world some day, lose it all.

And for what?

I will be damned if I know.

Is it power?

Religion?

Beliefs?

Rebellion?

Hatred?

Or are we humans continuing to fight one other, just because it is our nature?

I am reminded of the words of a song from years past:  He ain’t heavy.  He’s my brother.

Or the words of John Lennon:

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Sorry, John, I just can’t see that we are headed in that direction.

I hope I am wrong.

 

Wolf

 

 

 

Flipping the queen

Another day of oral torture.

Dental, that is.

An hour appointment.

One crown.

Long live the queen.

Wrong.

The crown didn’t fit.

And if it doesn’t fit, you must sit… and wait….. for the crown to be “remilled.”

The hour multiplied to a 2 hour adventure.

I am not fond of pain, but at least I am almost done with the torture.

Almost.

Now I have to make a decision.

One tooth to go.

Recommended:  Implant.

Go to a surgeon, have some kind of screw implanted, wait up to 6 months for it to bond to the bone and wear a flipper.

The flipper is something like a very thin set of dentures that has a fake tooth attached to it.

No eating or sleeping with that flipper.

Just waiting…. for up to 6 months for the screw to heal.

And then, go back to the dentist.

Get another crown, attached to the screw, and life is good again.

Or…. just take me out back and shoot me.

The way I feel tonight, I am going out back….. with a glass of ice, a beer and a straw.

7 trips to the dentist in 2 months.

Will it ever end?

 

Wolf

 

Introspection

Be honest.

What really bugs you?

May I list a couple of doozies?

You know what, I don’t need your permission.

That is number one on my list.

People who judge.

Next:

I really do care about you, but do you have to go into detail about some of the health issues you may have?

I am not a doctor.

I have aches and pains.

We all do.

So?

Life is like that.

Moving along:

Don’t preach to me.

I respect your religious and/or political views, but I don’t want to get into a discussion about right and wrong, left or right, or heaven and hell.

It is a no win situation.

Sucking up is my next bug.

Do you really think that you can be respected when you relinquish your right to your beliefs?

You might satisfy those who hold power or authority, but you will most likely lose yourself.

Interrupting others.

I am guilty of this.

There are times when I am so full of myself, that I just can’t wait.

How very rude of me.

Abuse, vocal and physical, is at the top of my list.

Especially those who abuse women, children and pets.

Cowards.

Ok, rant over.

For now.

Until tomorrow,

May you be happy with who you are, respect others, and most importantly, live your life, every day, never giving up on your dreams.

 

Wolf