“Live your life in a manner so that when you die the world cries and you rejoice.” – Native American Proverb
During our lifetimes we say goodbye to many people, family, friends and those we only know by name and fame. This is natural and normal. Death takes all of us at some time in our lives.
Those of us who have seen a lot of loops around the Sun start noticing the increase of “names” as we keep living our lives. The slope of life makes sure of this. The longer the slope the more names we recognize with the R.I.P. after them. Of course, this does have some limits, if you have completed almost one hundred loops, there are very few close friends left around to celebrate another year of breathing.
Now is the time for Baby Boomers to start popping up daisies in the fields. We were a large bulge in the expansion of population following WWII. We also had a great number of names who had fame. Some, like Soupy Sales, were of a previous generation. Some, such as John Belushi, are of the Baby Boomer generation. We mourned their passing a while ago.
Now we are starting to see the end of the last generation leaving us and an increasing number of our own generation too. Just by having a large number of Boomers means we are going to see a lot of names in the obituaries and even the front page, and it will increase for years after us early ones have left the playing field.
I salute the very last of the Greatest Generation, my mother, the Silent Generation, and the first wave of the Baby Boomer Generation. Long my you live.
Recently I did some thinking about my life. I made a decision to do things that I liked to do and knew how to do. But I did not have the tools necessary to do that. So I went on a shopping spree just before Christmas. I bought a tool cabinet and tool chest.
The cabinet and chest were new, about three hundred fifty dollars (on sale). I added in about four hundred dollars of tools (on sale). My life long learning experiment in mechanics, engineering, computer systems, systems and electronics is priceless. All told I spent an hour this afternoon doing a “simple” repair on my truck. Book rate has it priced at about five hundred dollars, I will say that is four hours work plus extra. I bought the part for fifty dollars. It took me an hour to take out the old and put in the new.
I am getting ready to retire (again). I have been away from running a wrench, and many other tools, for about fifteen years. I had simple things to do with simple tools during that time. But now, I have real serious mechanical work to do and it is time to get back in the mode. I have to save a lot by doing it myself (DIY). I am good enough to have been offered a job as a mechanic on older vehicles.
we are faced with those who want to impose their restrictions on life on the rest of us by banning books. The First Amendment is the barrier to small thinking.
The American Library Association is the front line defense for us. Visit their website for great information about which books those who want to limit our thinking to theirs are attacking.
Off with his head!
Richard III, Act 3, Scene 4, Shakespeare
Monday, living the furlough life and finally seeing a hammer hitting the cookie jar hard enough to break it. SFB must be wondering why his self-created universe is bouncing so hard the brown sky is falling on him.
We are seeing the third act start as the curtain rises. No longer are we needing to hear from minor actors in the wings yelling “this will bring him down”. We are now watching as the lights come up on the tableau built on lies and Putin’s agents works. We can see shiny objects, but those no longer are blinding us, usually for a few seconds, somethings a few minutes, but no more.
The characters on stage now are the comedic and tragic figures, many unwitting agents, a few deliberate in their actions, all involved in treasonous arcs pointing to Russia as their love. America is melting into a puddle on the stage. Rubles are raining from above and mysteriously falling as dollars into the agents pockets.
The third act brings us great anticipation. We do not know if there will be a rousing chorus of wonder as America rises in the end and the Russian agents are rounded up and placed in prison, or if there will be the ugly death knell of a former great country torn apart.