The Daily (W)Rite March 2o15 WK o2

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“You can hang him from a tree,
but he can never sign with me.
There will never be a n***** in SAE.”

 

This was the SAE frat boy chant caught on tape and sent across the internet universe last night. And man did it cause backlash. President Boren of the University of Oklahoma (where the offense took place) closed the fraternity down giving the SAE students 24 hours to clear out. He also  suspended the "gentlemen" who were directly involved in the incident. Moreover, this morning OU students held a silent protest denouncing the action of these punks.

 

I don't understand this kind of behavior in the 21st century. Hell, I didn't get it back in my day when folks expressed this racism nonsense out in the open. What bothers me most isn't the chant but the kind of thinking that goes on in the mind of anyone who would say something like this. What the hell were they thinking at the time that they chanted this garbage? What kind of person these days doesn't understand the harmful effect of racism on other people and on the stupid jerks who believe in it? And does it change anything to just shut down the fraternity and oust the frat boys responsible? Maybe. But wouldn't it be better to change the thinking of these dudes rather than just suspending them, forcing them into hiding? You can't change a person's mind if you don't confront them face to face. And you can't do it overnight. Takes time and patients to get folks to change. Do we as a people have the stamina and courage to truly change the minds, the spirits of people who are still buying into this racist nonsense?

1o:12 PM
Been reading up on the racist thing that happened here in Norman Town. Been reading Facebook and everybody has an opinion about it which is punish that frat boys as hard as you can. I don't think there's any folks that sided with the SAE. Well, maybe a few did. But they didn't come right out and say it. They said stuff like, "Oh, yeah? Why don't you say something about all the rappers that belittle woman with their rap lyrics?" I get it. Try to change the subject, or indirectly say what the frat guys did was okay because other people do things that are just as bad. Yeah, we get it.

Tuesday, March 1o, 2o15
Got up rather early to go with David to his dental appointment. On the way over there, guess what we talked about? yeah, the whole racist thing that happened at the University Of Oklahoma. Pretty much we talked about how OU was getting a lot of national publicity over it. We're not use to that! I mean, sure, when football season is going and the team is doing well we get our share of notice. But never about something like this.  Over coffee at the Gray Owl we got it all figured out, though. All people have to do to STOP race hate is to listen to me and David for a few minutes. Man, we are geniuses when it comes to solving the world's problems. {smile}

Wednesday, March 11, 2o15

2:45am
I might dream about you tonight if it gets dark enough, if I ever get to sleep. I know how you are, though. You never show up when I need you, when I could use the sound of your English accent reminding me that my American voice is an insult to God and queen and proper grammar. No, you'll arrive as you always do when I'm not thinking of you at all, when I'm not consumed with the sound your tiny feet made as they echoed away from me down that crooked walkway of our old apartment. We were best together when we were poor living off the government, shopping when we needed to at the Goodwill for jeans, and t-shirts and worn-out tennis shoes. We were happiest when we worked as actors for Street Players . . .  during the day performing children shows at elementary schools in the smallest towns that Oklahoma had to offer, then hurrying home to Norman to rehearse the adult show for the coming weekend. If I could close my eyes and dream of anything, it would be of you and me during those happy years when we foolishly thought of nothing else but each other.

11:o2pm

David and I walked around the OU campus this afternoon. It was warm out. People in shorts and short sleeve shirts . . . just walking around enjoying the day. Out front of the Student Union there was a small pen filled with alpacas! Yep! NOT llamas but alpacas. A crowd of students surrounded them. 21st century students are so funny. Everybody was snapping selfies with the alpacas. I don't know why I find that so humorous. I really love the 21st century and the strange Earth creatures that live in this galactic time zone.

David and me did our walkabout for an hour or so visiting some of the older buildings that we used to have classes in. Yes, a few have been renovated a bit, but the Old Science Hall where me and David performed and directed a lot back in our day still felt like home.

We ran into KK and it felt a bit awkward for me. Back in grad. school Kk was my mentor and really good friend. Her and her husband use to call me every week when I got that job at Highlands University. And they even showed up one day in Las Vegas to say, "Hi." But after a few years we lost touch with each other, and when I finally got back to Oklahoma . . . well, it was like we never really had a relationship. She and "hubby" are always too busy to go do something. It bothers me. So, when I saw her today I just sort of mumbled a "hey." She hugged me and it was . . . uncomfortable.

The only thing I hate about being back in Norman is that everything has changed in some way or other. People who were my friends, if they're still here, aren't really my friends anymore. {no smile}

Thursday, March 12, 2o15

This morning was . . . weird! I woke up to the sound of a crowd arcing very loud out side my window! I couldn't understand the language they were speaking . . . I jump out of bed, ran to the window, and opened the blinds . . . to an empty street. What the hell was going on? But pretty soon my seeping self caught up with consciousness and realized the noise that woke me wasn't coming from humans but from birds! Sparrows to be exact, a huge flock of them in the trees just chirping their little heads off! "Welcome to spring," they were saying. Yes. When I'm fully awake, I speak perfect sparrow.

And then there was a thump and two voices (human this time) mumbling something. I looked out the window again and there's my landlord on the A-shaped roof (that covers the front porch) with a young fellow wearing a tool belt with a million tools rattling with every move he made. I really was awake now so it didn't take me long to realize they were up there to fix the roof, which had been damaged by the ice we had on the two days Norman Town had winter!

Lots of little errands to run with David today: to the bank, to Old School Bagel (David is really getting addicted to them) and then a short stop at Homeland (David needed yogurt). I checked my bank account at Homeland. Not bad. Lot of expenses this last month, though. Hospital stuff, doctor office stuff killed my finances a bit. But I am surviving. Still, I may have to get a job to make ends meet. It's tough being retired.

All in all it was a decent enough day. Not earthshaking, quaking good,  but a good day. Much better than yesterday when I was feeling like a lost dog. My feelings about life, my life do rollercoaster on me sometimes. And it ain't always fun; but it ain't always bad. You know what I mean?

Friday, March 13, 2o15





Ah, that wonderful holiday: FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH! As a kid I remember Friday the 13th!  it wasn't a holiday, but just a day when you were scared shitless that something bad was going to happen to you! Seriously, I remember once faking being sick because I didn't want to leave the house cause I was sure if I went to school on Friday the 13th! I would die! I got away with it a couple of times but after a few years of my Friday the 13th! flu my mom caught on, and she passed on to me some great advice that I have never forgotten. "Son," she said, "don't be an idiot. Get your ass up and go to school!"

It wasn't until the '80s when the movies came out that I started thinking about Friday the 13th! as something sort of fun! Yeah, I was already a honorary old guy by the time the 80s rolled around, but I was in college and all my friends where relatively "young" and they were digging the blood and gore, and even though I wasn't really into the decapitations and stabbings and blood and stuff I went along with the crowd! And after a while I got as excited as they were about the "really cool" special effects. An that was the only redeeming thing about these movies. I mean, it was the same story over and over again: a group o kids go to Crystal Lake and each one dies a horribly graphic death at the hands of the hockey masked JASON! Okay, before you Jeopardy! smart, Friday the 13th! divas get up in my face, I know that in the first Friday the 13th! it was his momma and not JASON who was the killer! But JASON became the monster icon of the 80s NOT his dear old mamma! Anyway, the whole reason for going to a Friday the 13th! movie was to see the special effects, and how those little snot nosed, high school kids where gonna bite the big one! Horror movie special effects may be the ONLY good thing to come out of the 80s . . . that and music videos. {smiles and BOO!}

Saturday, March 14, 2o15
Well, the last entry for this week's blog. I'm starting to get a good rhythm to my writing. Hope it's interesting to read. Anyway, took the bike out this afternoon. It was a bit rough I haven't been out riding because of the weather and my lungs just weren't interested in breathing too deeply. they huffed and puffed most of the way to The Diner. Yeah, went to The Diner for a late breakfast. And the place was packed with couples and families. Luckily, I always sit at the counter at my favorite seat, the one in the middle that has plenty of room on either side for waitresses to stand and yell orders out to the hard working cooks. AND MAN, did they yell today! One waitress yelled an order that drilled into my right ear drum like a bullet. It was so loud and so high pitched . . . a banshee's cry! "EGGS OVER EASY WITH BAAAAAACON!" Damn.

I need to get out more for exercise, that's for sure. But I need to get out and just talk to people too. It's true, I go weeks maybe months without talking to anyone but David. Not that I mind talking to David, it's just that when I get around other people, other than David, I feel a little . . . uncomfortable? They scare me, maybe? Yeah, they do. People scare me, and when I'm scared I get angry, become more cutoff from people than I want to be in this life. So, this next week I'm going to try communicating with these Earth creatures. The more I don't make contact the less I'm able to write. Writing poetry is connected to living life; that connection is the creative umbilical cord that keeps the artist alive.  So, a new adventure starts this next week. More interaction with this earthly beings.
{last smile for this 2nd week of March}

 

 

 

The Daily (W)Rite March 2o15 WK o1

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1st day of March and I can feel Spring! Yes, I know, it as cold in Norman Town today hovering around thirty-two degrees (with wind-chill it felt like twenty-eight), but I noticed when the sun came up this morning the line of thick icicles along the roof top were dripping. And about noon they dropped, bam, down to the ground one at a time making a horrible sound when they hit the pavement. And the cars passing under the window . . . in the snow their wheels made a soft crunching noise, but as the morning wore on and the snow melted . . . the tires made more of a squishy sound like rolling over a huge puddle of warm pudding. Yum!

Wednesday, March o4, 2o15
March is a bipolar Richard. Yesterday it was a sweetly warm 58 degrees in Norman Town, but today? Twenty-four degrees right now with the possibility of snow and ice! Come on, March! Stay on your damn medication.
David and I got out yesterday to run a few errands before "the big storm" which hasn't actually hit yet. But never can be to cautious. We stopped first at an old friend's house to just to say hi and visit for a few minutes. Our friend is pretty much bedridden so we talked mostly to his friend that cares for him. After that we picked up bagels for David at the Old School Bagel Café then off to Best Buy to hunt down a movie I'd been wanting to see. The problem was I didn't remember the name of it exactly. I had thought it was In Skin or something like that. Of course, I couldn't find it so I went to one of the "Geek Squad" guys for help. I don't like to ask for any kind of help at Best Buy because the Squad is usually unfriendly and unhelpful.

But I lucked out cause the guy working in the DVD section was on top of his game. He didn't know which movie I was blabbering about so he walkie-talkied a guy in the back, "Hey, Woody (yeah, the guys name was WOODY), you know the name of the horror film with Scarlett Johansson?" And he did! The title was Under the Skin. Now the search was on! Into the computer the Geek went: online name, security code . . . oops! Didn't work! Try again! And on the third try he found it. ONE COPY LEFT! We rushed to the horror section (which I may say, isn't very impressive. Maybe five selections of horror IN the horror section at the most.) AND . . . it wasn't there! In a panic, the Geek called Woody up again, and a few seconds later that big ass Woody (long hair, long unkempt beard) ran out of the back and started searching through the drama section as Geek perused a sci-fi section solution to the mystery. But no good. Under the Skin was nowhere to be found. I lost hope. But then Woody had a big idea, "Say, don't we ship videos back to the distributor?" "Yeah," Geek confirmed, "It could be in the return bend!" They both ran off to the backroom and I waited. Finally, they came back, heads down in shame, "No, it isn't there." I thanked them for their service, found David and started to leave Best Buy, hurt and totally disillusioned with democracy and our capitalistic economic structure . . . AND . . . on my way to the exit I just happened to look to my left and there it was sitting in a display cabinet for Lionsgate Films, one sad little Blu-ray copy of Under the Skin. And I yelled to the crowd, "I found it! Under the Skin, I found it!" And Woody ran out of the backroom and so did the Geek and they smiled and yelled "Hooray!" And David looked at us as if we were crazy. And for a moment, a brief, moment the whole world was calm and at peace . . .  and life seemed somewhat good. {smile}

Thursday, March o5, 2o15

I'm not sure if I should say that I'm proud of myself for spending most of today with the TV off and concentrating on revising a favorite poem of mine and, of course, writing on my blog. Seems sort of
narcissistic to complement myself for finally immersing myself in my art since I've been putting it off for three or more years! But I did get back to my desires, my personal need to be creative. And that is a good thing.

Anyway, not writing anything new right now, but I am revisiting some older work that I feel needs some major rewrites. Yeah, I'm feeling as if I'm just now ready to write poetry. Isn't that strange? I mean, I've been writing for at least ten years! Ten years worth of poems and I'm just now feeling that I might have skills enough to really write some poetry!

I want to share with you this one I'm working on. I began it back in 2oo5 or so. I've already rewritten it several times, performed it for an animation a friend made and included it in my second poetry play . . . and I'm still not satisfied. But here's where it is right now:

Welcome to . . . the Freak Show

 

Shuffling footsteps down the hall

come one, come all the end is near.

 

Where breathing labors like a vacuum cleaner

running out of suction! All those horrible years spent
a munchin' kitty fur, and globs of wadded dental floss.
All our years we grieve, we grieve like withered leaves
in bleak December. All those mourning cobwebs piling up,
all the dust and cigarette butts fornicating on the rug.

 

"Heya, Heya!" cries the Barker from the sideshow tent,

"See the amazing frog boy pickled in a jar!"
And there he is pissed yellow, mossy green
“Slumbering,” some whisper, “slumbering he is.”

 

Our blue-stain collar fingers mock him,

our skeptic sneers, cruel jeers torment his lifeless body
as we await his resurrection on the soiled pocket flap
of the Bearded Lady’s dressing gown.

 

So, better kiss me quickly, dearie, while my tarnished lips

remember how your warm, wet tongue once brought to life —

 

But she'll have none of that. She’s far too busy now

her hands a burying the dead, her tapered fingers
screaming lily white, those red fire tears carve crimson rivers
‘cross her angel face.

 

Our graveyard spirit spits too much these days

and drinks too much  these moments in.
We dance too close to sparrows.
Our sin? A need for simple truths,
simple thoughts that might comfort us,
the multitude of us still dying . . . lying  . . .  
naked in the winter snow.

 

We shall sleep, no more. No more may we sing

for better or for butter or for weather kinder
than the mother who dropped us at the nunnery steps
beside the curdled cream the milkman left.

But willows weep and hang their weary boughs
and mutter blasphemous oaths
as the horsemen trample passed our wailing ghosts.
Too demanding we have been. So cruelly circumcised
from nature's tattered teat no longer can we recognize
the bourbon scented breath of poor departed father
as he staggers through that barroom in the sky.

 

And there we’ll meet our makers!

Brutal gods who ram themselves
deep within our youthful throats
then lick their sores like wounded dogs
and disappear into the fog.

 

They never loved us, no, not at all.-Woodie, 2oo8

(rewrites o6-27-12, 1o-22-13, o3-o5-15)

Saturday, March o7, 2o15

The last day of the first week in March. A little groggy tonight as I force myself to set word to page. I think my energy is improving, but I still have those days when I just want to sleep. This evening is like that. But a pot of coffee, the air conditioning on low and the blinds up so I can see the night gathering around the old fashioned streetlights that line Trout Ave.  helps me stay awake. There's also, the constant worklights spilling out of the high windows of the facilities maintenance building across the huge parking lot. And my special  friend just right of my window, the amber streetlamp on the corner. The darker it gets at night the brighter that workaholic streetlight gets turning the asphalt, the grass, the stoic stop sign that cars rarely pay attention to . . . turning all in its circular path a warm gold color.










 

The Daily (W)Rite February WK o4

 

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Well into the 4th week of February and I haven't produced much in the way of creative writing or creative thought. But it's snowing on and off and the sky is mostly white with thick shades of cloudy gray to remind us that it's winter. Foreboding sweeps over me whenever I hear nature's voice. She's not so scary in the spring or in the fall, but her winter voice speaks straight to my old bones and they shake in fear as her brutal, cold words engulf them. My spine is particularly venerable to her touch, and when the spine goes so does the mind; it's only defense is to go to sleep and dream of summer deserts and warm coffee and a blazing sun that can sear the freezing out of me, melt away any thoughts of winter.

10:2opm

Extremely lethargic all day. Trying to stay awake . . . but the body wants what the body wants and if it's sleep . . . my head can't say no. I'm hoping tomorrow I'll be up and about early. DWTS announces their new season around 7am tomorrow morning on Good Morning America and I don't want to miss that! Yes, I know, I can feel you looking askew at me. What's an old geezer doing watching Dancing with the Stars? Can't help it. I enjoy the "stars" learning how to dance, working hard at trying not to be eliminated. It's fun, and I get to vote for who I think has worked the hardest. Yeah, weirdly, I find it fun!

 

Tuesday, February 24, 2o15

We were at the  Old School Bagel Café  when this conversation started:

Woodie: (to David) You're not the best friend in the world but you're my only friend . . .
David: (laughing) Sorry.

Woodie: (laughing also) Yeah, I should get you a Friend Whisper to teach you how to be a better buddy.

(Woodie and David laugh uncontrollably)

 

There was more to the dialogue, but I forgot what else was said. I was just too busy laughing and watching the other people in the café silently turn their heads towards us as if to say, "Why are you laughing so loud! You're in a public place!"





Friday, February 27, 2o15

Spock died today. Actually, his Earthly persona Leonard Nimoy died. Mr. Spock, of course, continues on. I first met Spock back in 1969. I was 21 years old and just back from Vietnam. I was entering the barracks at twenty-nine Palms Marine Corps Base for the first time. There was an old portable, black & white TV and there was Spock and Kirk and Bones arguing over something or other. I hate to say it, but I was drawn to Spock right off. Bones and Kirk were all up in each others face about  . . .  something . . .  and Spock stood there and watched, and when the finally ran out of emotional steam, Spock quietly said something or other that was totally logical. And Kirk and Bones settled down and went along with whatever Spock said. And I decided in the moment I wanted to be a Spock. Sure, I knew I was more like Bones or Kirk. My emotions ran away with me all the time. But it wasn't what I wanted to be. I wanted to be strong, logical, level headed when it came to my emotions. Oh, Spock, Leonard Nimoy, I'm gonna miss you.

Saturday, February 28, 2o15

A very cold snow day today. The world just outside my window looks frozen to death. Makes one feel as if there's no hope for spring and summer to live. But there are a few crazy-brave souls out there bundled up in thick coats, stocking caps and winter gloves laughing at this white death, throwing snowballs at each other . . . none of them would make it in the big leagues.

I use to love going out in the snow to take pics. I'd on three layers (1 t-shirt, 1 long sleeve wool shirt, and a sweater), my heavy-duty winter
coat with padded hoodie, the I Heart NY stocking cap I bought that time I visited Nathan Perez, a pair of really thick, "manly" gloves warm, very warm socks, and my water proof winter boots . . . and of course my jeans.  Yeah, I was all for roaming around in the snow, facing the elements without fear . . . until I slipped on some ice one year and broke my arm. After that . . . well, I sort of lost my wanderlust spirit after that.
 

 

 

 

 

 

The Daily (W)Rite February WK o3

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Thursday

So, I have this west window in my apartment. Not a big a gigantic window, but big enough that IF I could open it, which I can't, I could crawl out on the A shaped roof that covers the front porch. Anyway, I get the most spectacular view of sunsets from it. And that the sun is setting always takes me by surprise. I'm never ready for it. I'll walk over to do something on the computer and bam, there it is! For me it always makes me smile to see the light dying . . . and it always tries its best to let us humans know that it's passing away. And we mourn it, I guess, even though we know it won't be the last sunset . . . or, I'm guessing again, we hope it won't be the last sunset. But what a way to go if we got to go. Let everybody know that we were here; we lived and then we left.

 

Okay, I know better than to get pissed off at things people say on Facebook. I do know better. But every once in a great while someone decides to target me and like just about anybody else it does piss me off! Okay, maybe not a lot pissed off, but enough to make me want to get revenge!

So we got these wacked out state legislators in Oklahoma who just want to control everything in our lives. Recently they killed Common Core and now they've set their sights on Advanced Placement, in particular, they are going after US History because they believe that Advanced Placement curriculum focuses on what is "bad" about the USA, and doesn't emphasize how exceptional America is.  So, I get all riled about and write my state legislator, and I post one of my cartoons on Facebook to get my point across. Well, some Richard head that David knows took offense and wrote this in the comment section:

 

"Please don't Meme - that is such a red state sheep tactic.

Have a conversation, post your views,

but don't resort to petty images. pretty please!" -Ken

 

Okay, I know what you're thinking, "Don't do it, Woodie, don't let him bait you, stay away from the dark side of the Force!" And pretty much I followed your advice and didn't let it bother me . . . much. Yes, I did respond, but not with calling him names and jumping down his throat. Instead I just hit him with another Meme . . . whatever the hell a Meme is:

 

Heeeeeee! AND I made another one that I didn't put on Facebook because I didn't want to be redundant:

Okay? I felt better without drawing any psychological blood. Which brings me to my point: It's okay to fight back, butfight back with a bit of wit and with somewhat of a good nature.

Friday, February 21, 2o15

Hm. Didn't get much written this week or this month to be honest. I'm afraid that I'm losing m desire to write. It's scary to not be interested in creating my poetry. I have spent a bit of time rewriting some older stuff . . .  but haven't created anything new. It saddens me in a way. No desire to be the artist. Hell, being a bad artist was always better than not being an artist at all. But now? It doesn't seem to matter much to me. Feeling a bit beached, like a whale, or paper cup some kid sipped some rum and coke out of then crushing it flat when he finished . . . tossed into the ocean . . . adrift . . .  but only for a short time . . . not even the gigantic Pacific Ocean wants me. I just keep being pushed back onto the sandy shore. That's me. A sea shell filled with wet sand.  Drowning has never been a sure fire solution to anything. Suicide is a waste of time . . . and razor blades.

Lots of bills this week because of all the doctor appointments. All that worry about my heart. Not sure i's real or made up by the doctor. Old folks are always easy picking for doctors. We are all so painfully aware of our mortality especially when a bad case of flu could easily lead to pneumonia. A fall off the bike? When I was young, nothing to it. Take the fall, get up and ride off. Now a days a simple slip and tumble down the stairs could break something. "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!"

I guess that's enough writing for tonight. What little bit I just wrote felt good. Maybe I'll get some more done in the morning.

 

 

 



 

The Daily (W)Rite, Valentine's Day!

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Yes, it was Valentine's Day here in Norman Town on this just past Saturday. I never actually celebrate VD these days. Okay, I did do a few things for my Facebook friends, wrote a  new poem that didn't really come out right, at least, no one except David and Anna even looked at it. The one above was an old poem written back around 2oo8 or o9. I did some rewrites on it in '13 and a few more when Anna, my friend from Australia, asked me to repost it. I was surprised that she remembered it, I didn't. 

 

This is really the first year in a long while that I did Anything for VD. Always before, if I

wasn't "with" somebody I found the day rather emotionally draining. But this year I sort of . . . embraced it. I took myself to the movies. Yeah, that's right, I took myself out to the movies! I jump on the bike about 11:45am yesterday . . . I was proud of myself. I made a total of nine miles (round trip) without much difficulty.  Did have a run-in with a stupid ass kid that all most ran me over with his fucking car! He was trying to turn right on Main St. out of a parking lot, and there was a lot of traffic to his left and when he saw an opening he went for it and almost clipped me as I was traveling West. Man! I slammed on my breaks and cussed him out, just a young kid he was . . . and rather big! I regretted what I said as he began to roll down his window . . . I was sure he was going to pull a gun on me! But he didn't. He just said sorry and it was his fault and he was such a dumb-ass for not paying attention . . . and that made me feel bad, so bad that I apologized to him for cussing him out!

The movie I saw sucked. The most fun I had was afterwards when I stopped to watch all the people lining up for Fifty Shades of Grey. There were a LOT of 'em, but they were all women! Mostly in pairs and all dressed up, hair done nice, so excited to see this thing, and a bit embarrassed, I think, that everybody noticed them and knew what they were going to see. It was a laugh.
  

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Wednesday, February 11, 2o15

Sorry that it took so long to get back to the blog. I know how my "readers" miss me when I'm not here . . . on the page. But I went out of Town for the weekend. Yep! Went out to Tulsa to visit my friend Kimm. It felt good to get away from Norman for awhile . . . well, not really away from Norman, but more like me getting away from the rut I've developed since I moved to my dear NT. In Tulsa I got to sleep just after midnight, AND I got to sleep in a real bed not on a couch like I'm use to at home. AND I was up and out of bed (bed! I love that word!) by 7:30AM!

 

Did a lot of fun things. Friday night we went downtown to the " Art Crawl" and met some friends. Well, Rick and his girlfriend and her best friend met us there.  Of course, I knew Rick but I hadn't met Sharon and Leah! And I finally met Clare who I had met on Facebook! It was a fun night of laughing and roaming around the streets of Tulsa and visiting all the different art galleries. This may sound sort of strange but I felt my life change. I know that's weird, but I felt a freedom in my soul, freedom from the old man attitude I've developed over the years. It was fun to get away from the day-in, day-out routine I had gotten into. I mean, all I've done for the last two years has been to wake up, watch TV, eat and go back to bed at some ungodly hour. Over and Over again. Spending time in Tulsa with Kimm and her friends made me realize . . . I got a lot more life to live. I just need to decide to live it. {smile}

5:14pm

There's a small pond by Kimm's house. The dog needed walking, and I was game. Though my COPD was acting up a bit, I made an effort to get around the pond without stopping, and I got a few good shots of the geese living there. The dog started limping when we were on are way home. Kimm picked him up carried  her home. And I was wishing there was someone who could carry me!

Friday, February  2015  

FRIDAY the 13TH

Yep! It's that day again, and this year we get two more! Jason must be very happy. I don't really celebrate Friday the 13th, and I really don't know anyone who does. Sure, there maybe someone, somewhere who goes all out on Fri-13, but I never met them. The most I have ever done to celebrate this day was to treat myself to a Friday the 13th movie festival . . . I got through three of them before I got tired of it. Sorry. I think I appreciate the idea of the movies more these days than the actual movies. I mean, het, Jason IS an iconic figure. Totally cool hockey mask wielding psycho . . . or is he supernatural! Woohhhhhha!

 

David just called! He slept in till 4:30pm! I worry that about that guy. But we are going to Art Walk so I gotta get a move on! Talk to you later.

 

 

 



 

The Daily (W)Rite February WK o1

The Daily (W)Rite

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Thursday,
I'm in one of my "bad attitude" days. I'm very grumpy . . . no, grumpy is too mild a word . . . angry, yeah, that's more like it. Angry at everything. Pissed off at the TV pundits, the commercials, the people I run into on the street . . . Hell I'm angry at the whole fucking world! Last night I started in on our waitress about how she shouldn't let anyone, not OU in particular where she works full time for very little pay, push her around. Damn it, stand up to them. She forced a smile on her face and walked away. Then it was David's son and his friend's turn when they started talking about actors and how to work with them . . . "I'll tell you all about acting," I said pointing an accusatory finger at them! And I went off on how everybody but me doesn't know a damn thing about acting! I went on with it for awhile . . . Too long a while.

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There's more I need to write about this personal topic. However, I've got some other things going on this weekend. I mean, it's good to write about life as long as you take the time to also live it. So, more later, my friends. {BIG smile}