Sunday/Funday

Easy, like Sunday morning.

Up early and ready for corned beef hash at one of my fav restaurants.

Felt like Chevy Chase when I got there: Sorry folks, we are closed. Yuk yuk yuk.

Being the positive idiot that I am, here I go, proceeding to my next fav place.

Packed.

Now what?

America runs on Dunkin.

And so, in the parking lot of DD, there I was: enjoying a bagel, along with the stuff America runs on.

Back home on a beautiful sunny warm day, on the deck, feeling in need of some social activity, the town drunk gravitated toward those who understand her.

By that, I mean, give me liberty or give me death.

Yes, a tad bit dramatic.

Translation: Give me beer or I will kill you.

As the day progressed, I had to celebrate a milestone in the life of R and P.

13 years together.

And happier than ever.

Secret of success?

“We may be married, but we still allow one another to be who we are”.

That, my friends, is more than most couples ever understand.

Once they do, life is good.

Ok, home now.

Easy like Sunday evening, feeling silly, happy and crazy.

Just like I do, every day.

See ya!

Wolf

The Wine Train

Picture this: Me, at a bar, drinking iced tea, for 2 hours, watching the US women’s soccer team.

Not even a beer for the chicken butt on Friday afternoon.

Great game, by the way.

Several friends stopped by, to eat lunch, or to share a few laughs before Sissy Belle and Linda met me for dinner, and a wine/cheese train ride.

Our dinner?

Authentic German cuisine, in a small hideaway @ Stoney Run: A quaint house turned into a restaurant, with some of the best schnitzel and spaetzle around.

Then off to the picnic area for wine and cheese tasting before boarding the train for the lady bug tour.

The wines were from the Long Trout winery, a crazy and fun “hippy” place that takes us boomers back in time.

The hors d’oeuvres were from a local farm, specializing in cheeses: very tastefully presented as “lady bugs.”

Even the souvenir wine glass had a lady bug on its base.

The train was most likely just as old, if not older than I am.

And that is old.

Not sure where the heck we went, but it was like riding a train through the forest going nowhere.

When we reached nowhere, we rode backwards, to our originating picnic area.

Another day to fondly remember and cherish.

Ain’t life grand?

Wolf

Just be you.

A few things I learned today:

1. If you believe in magic, it happens.

2. Sometimes dogs run like crazy, and get injured.

3. Confront the demons in your head.

4. Communication is vital to success.

5. Feta cheese is delicious.

6. Enthusiasm is contagious.

7. A good friend is priceless.

8. Life would not be the same, without music.

9. Goals are dreams set in motion.

10. Whoever or whatever you are, it’s ok. Just be you.

Wolf

Does it get any better than this?

Waking up after a night on the “town” was dicey.

Is that a word?

Dicey?

Who cares, right?

Anyway, I was sluggish, dazed and decidedly malfunctioning.

Finally, after several hours of slowly returning to a semi human state, it was time to get up and do it again.

Yup.

I am a Jackson Browne freak.

A great lunch, followed by meeting my buddy Dana, and I was ready to head home.

Not so fast, Chicken Butt.

How can I leave the lovely ladies, LD, Trish, Kim and of course, my main man: Todd?

I resolved to leave at 420pm, my usual departure time when the fun began.

What a silly, crazy afternoon, chatting with Donald Duck, young Ken from York, and Sam, the atypical woman in a man’s bar.

Fast forward to my next point.

In walks Scooter, depressed.

We all try to “fix” him.

We can’t.

Not even Sam’s generosity and garlic knots can alleviate the situation.

We left him in good hands with our friend Colleen.

She has a way about her.

Whenever she is around, I feel she will somehow make everything right.

As I drove home, I realized, once again, that every day is special.

Another day, living the dream.

I am so blessed.

Good night, everyone!

Wolf

Tim is riding the peace train

Not expecting the fabulous incidents that happened today.

I believe that is what happens when one just goes with the flow.

A lovely morning with the crazed cat, Puff Daddy, after the rain.

Marlowe?

In this heat?

Mowing?

Thank you for being such a faithful and wonderful friend.

Time to eat.

Yes, my buddy at the Cracker Barrel.

“I am a hungry little monkey today.”

Eggs, bacon, grits, biscuits, fried apples, coffee.

What a lovely breakfast.

Next?

Meeting Dana,

For those who know her, she is a fabulous wife, mother and friend.

Next?

OMG.

Tim has arrived, along with Brian, Todd, Josh and others.

Let me just say this about that:

Welcome back Tim, you goof.

We have missed you.

Yes, he just happens to be my idol.

A real person, who believes that life is positive, productive and meant to be enjoyed.

Finally, a person who refuses to be sucked in, to a life without meaning.

And then?

A blur.

After all, I am just a crazy cougar who loves those who cross my path.

Home again, jiggity jig.

Until tomorrow, may everyone celebrate another morning, and jump on the peace train. cuz out on the edge of darkness, there lies the peace train.

Oh peace train, take this country, come take me home again.

Wolf

It’s time to change the child in me.

It’s been said that Monday is not the most productive day of the week.

Instead it is Tuesday.

At least for those who work.

Guilt started eating away at my thought process this Monday morning.

Shoot!

I wanted to hang out and watch the soccer game.

And then?

My Catholic upbringing raised its gnarly head and chastised me.

Yes, I gave in.

Time to be productive and get things done.

But only for the morning.

By 1pm, I was watching the world cup, enjoying my life once again, shutting out any guilt that was lingering.

And that brings me around to my absolute theory that guilt and enjoyment are at opposite ends of the spectrum.

Good vs evil?

The devil vs God?

And all that other stuff I learned as a kid?

When I try to clear my mind, I emerge, believing that we all are a combination of good and evil, to some extent.

And who is to say that what we believe and what we do, is right or wrong?

I am having a battle with my inner child.

Do I continue to subscribe to guilt?

Or do I rise beyond that and let it go, enjoying the time I have left on this planet?

I can only say with certainty that I will not judge you.

I will leave that to a power much higher than mine.

Tomorrow?

It’s Tuesday, the most productive day of the week.

I think I will enjoy every moment.

Nothing can possibly be any more productive than that.

Wolf

Forever young

A great Sunday!

Weather: perfect.

Breakfast: Unbelievably good.

Shopping: Yeah, ok, so so.

That is because it is not my favorite past time.

Went to say goodbye to Kayla, but… she wasn’t there.

Had a few brewskies with the boys, all the while laughing and carrying on, supporting my reputation, as the TD (town drunk).

Jennifer was the brew master, followed by Little Jen.

Time to relax now, at home, on the deck.

Thinking about what really matters in life.

Surrounded by others, we are, in fact, truly alone.

No one can get into those inner workings of our minds.

So what is it that motivates us?

Legacy?

Family?

Relationships?

Spirituality?

Wisdom?

Money?

Socializing?

Career?

Power?

Or for a simple person, like me: Another day being alive on this amazing planet.

I had a conversation today with a friend.

He said he is the loneliest person in the world.

How sad.

Who has time to be lonely in this crazy world?

And if you are, whose fault is it?

No, I am not judging

However, I truly believe that attitude has everything to do with happiness.

We are what we think about.

Self esteem very often depends on our environment and experiences.

And then, one day you wake up and realize that even though you are unique, you are, in fact, very similar to every other human being.

I hope you enjoyed your Sunday.

It is, after all, up to you.

Wolf

No clue

Let us reflect on something crazy tonight.

Why not?

After all Saturday is the day to unwind, to do errands, and to catch up on family time.

For me?

First of all: I don’t have a family.

At least not where I live.

They are all in Minnesota, you betcha.

Moving along, I am known as the town drunk in these here parts.

Today was no exception.

Let’s raise up our glasses against evil forces, singing whiskey for my men and beer for my horses.

As the afternoon evolved, it was obvious that the town bum and the town drunk were off their rockers.

Enter the boys from the hood, or Puerto Rico, or Maine, or New Jersey, or wherever they hail from.

Do the town twins care?

Just pour me another, Pam… or Little Jen.

Between you and me?

F those boys.

And so, on this day, June 22, 2019, it was a day to celebrate life, with margarita pizza.

Yes, I feel like Puff the garlic dragon.

If you don’t like it, ask me if I care.

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.

And just what does that mean?

Actually? I have absolutely no clue.

It reminds me of my life: who am I and why?

See ya tomorrow.

Wolf

What’s your phrase?

I have friends who have a favorite phrase or two.

Some of you may know who they are just by the phrase.

“That’s right!”

“Not for nothing…..”

“Do you know what I mean?”

“I’ll have one more and that’s it.”

“Listen.”

“I resemble that remark.”

“Dontcha-know?”

“Asking for a friend.”

“I hate people, but I love dogs.”

“The pressure is all mine.”

“I can’t wait til I can retire.”

“F*%#@#%^^ ing A.”

“Possibly.”

“Do you think I’m crazy or what?”

“Ask me if I care.”

Take me out back and shoot me.”

Wolf

Do what makes you happy

If there is anything I love doing, it is to meet everyone who crosses my path, and to entice them into debauchery.

There is something in the air tonight.

We are all sick and tired of the rain.

Or maybe it is because the revolution is here.

A 3 hour respite: go USA.

What a great game.

Not really sure why there are those who criticize my existence.

A loser?

A loner?

Or just an ancient woman, enjoying her life?

Do I really care?

Absolutely not.

At this stage in my life, go ahead, judge me.

I won’t judge you.

I believe that everyone is special, and has a life story to be shared.

That story?

It will end, only when you drink from the silver cup, and ride that highway in the sky.

Wolf