When we came ‘online’ (meaning here to WordPress) it was our intention to try to run a “good blog”. Running a good blog means a lot of things – we know, we’ve read up on the thing. For one thing it means posting every day. That we do not do. Nor do we always keep our blog entries within the 800 word limit that it is recommended most ‘successful’ bloggers do, success being defined by those numbers indicating how many people are “following you” or visiting “your site” (unique IP numbers only; putting cookies down on ‘your site’ or your home computer in some cases – obliquely referencing their convenience to you (eg. your shopping preferences, porn preferences, whatnot) . . .
But we are not a good blogger. We keep on letting life interfere with the matter – little things, like rewiring the fuse panel in the shop; or bigger things, like transplanting a couple fourteen foot tall Italian pencil point cypresses around to the back gate (we got tired of running into them – they were out near our driveway) – and improving the landscape lighting, as well as (this weekend) working on our ‘porch pillar project’, which is one where the pillars (or columns) which support the front porch on my house can be lit up (we’re an old – and apparently bored – frustrated – engineer who creates problems just to solve them) . . .
Then there’s that little irritating matter of the ‘abuse thing’ – especially after we got home from Puerto Rico – and the confusion (not ours – the doctors) – plus a little bit of plain ol’ good ol’ American lying going on . . . collecting records, assembling a case . . . everyone agrees: there was (and still is, to some degree) some mighty weird ‘stuff’ (read: feces) – going on. Both ‘over there’ and ‘over here’ and within the legal (meaning law) and medical profession – some plain out ‘abuses’ – and a whole lot of BS . . . I mean, these guys are paid by the state to “find something” – and they did – LOL!!! They seized upon every word and phrase and twisted it to their own meaning . . .
Then there’s FALL. I love the fall; we ALL love the fall – the golden leaves, the appearance of Halloween – we LOVE Halloween most of all! – its the favorite of the little kids – and often was when ….
Well, we had fun. Its right up there next to Christmas – and sometimes even surpassing it in terms of ‘raw fun’ and getting out there and being yourself – after all, isn’t that what those costumes and masks everyone has on are all about? Being able to express yourself – without no one knowing who you are . . .
We are able to ‘express ourselves’ most openly (and publicaly sometimes, much to our daughter’s and wife’s embarrassment – and yeah, sometimes to the entertainment (and trepidation) of our friends) . . . but always in a good way, or to teach someone a lesson. (and even then, in a kind, friendly manner, and a joking way – at first. Then, if you don’t behave, we’re gonna punish you by publicly exposing whatever offending thing you did . . . yeah, we can be a lot kinda like an asshole sometimes, too: a hard Marine, and a firm “take no shit” sense of attitude – if you start giving us crap to begin with . . .
But other than that, everyone I know says I’m about the easiest, friendliest (and smartest, and craziest) and most laid back and/or inventive or adventurous . . .
Lately we’ve been paying attention to what people say about us. It’s pretty much the same stuff they’ve always been saying:
“You’ve always been crazy. So what’s the difference?” and then laughing and continuing on . . .
“Mikie. Always getting his nose into some shit . . .” and then lots of laughing and some ruminescing about some of the adventures we’ve been on.
But here lately:
“Mikie. Damn. That was some wrongful shit they did to ya’ll.” (meaning me and my family), and “I can’t believe they had the right to do that.” And then there’s this one: “There ain’t no tellin’ what happened ‘over there’ – but there ain’t no doubt. Something happened. That’s for sure!”
(some grumbles and mumbles on the inside about that last one . . . yeah, we realize – but do you have to reject so often the tales to my stories?? we are wondering and shaking our head . . . fixin’ to write another blog on it).
But there you go: that’s the reason we’re not a “good blogger”. We don’t write ‘often enough’ (or we write too many in a day, depending upon the weather outside and how our back is feelin’ – today it’s feelin’ crappy; we must’ve ate something ‘wrong’ or whatever) – and we do apologize for that sometimes (‘no we don’t,’ insists one voice. “Yes we do,” apologizes another – or actually, several of them while the Scientist guys butt in with their own bit of weather – as in ‘whether or not’ to go out and work on that barn some more, or perhaps the yard this time . . . but got this blog to do . . . )
And who says we ain’t so different than you? (Us asking you.) . . . After all: there’s a Lot of Life going by outside . . . and we’re gonna join it, be enjoying it, and working on something new . . .
loves & kisses from our inside child (he’s sitting blowing kisses like bubbles …. okay, crazy picture, but its our own world) . . .
while we go marching on . . .