In this Issue…
- Permanence of Impermanence
- Anytime after 11
- Queen For A Day
- Start Your Day with Groucho
PERMANENCE OF IMPERMANENCE
Really? You mean to tell me after all this studying, work and effort, toil and sweat, blood and tears, houses and cars, jewelry and boats, furs (anybody do that anymore), spouses, clothes, IPADS, Iphones, Iglasses, that the music will stop and we’ll have to find a chair? And someday, at some unknown place, date and time in the future, you’re chair will go missing. And then what? Well, you’re out of the game, tilt, void, end of innings, time to leave the ballpark. Time to pull out that suit of clothes you’ve been saving in the closet to “dress up” for the final show(ing). You’re bumming me out Daddy, can’t we just go to Starbucks and get on a different train (of thought). No, you have to see this through to the (end). End of what? What? Come to find out we’re all tigers chasing our tails around the tree and then one day we either turn into tiger butter or just drop in our tracks. Round and round and round we go. When we’ll stop, nobody knows. In the meantime, lets go to Home Depot, Starbucks, Cinema, Bakery, Apple store, have I left anything out? Round and round and round we go – in the meantime, just keep suiting up and get out there and play the game. Win one for the Gipper! (You can Google that). Come on, you can do it, push yourself…push yourself into an early grave. And then what? Then we take a walk through cemeteries and look at headstones. Oh look honey, they died when they were ____, and this one died when they were ____. And in between the born and died dates (Best Before dates) – what happened? What happened was blood, sweat and tears. Remember BST – jazz/rock group from NY in the 60’s.
And when I die, and when I’m gone
There’ll be, one child born
In this world
To carry on, to carry on
Now troubles are many
There’re as
Deep as a well
I can swear there ain’t no Heaven
But I pray there ain’t no hell
Swear there ain’t no Heaven
And I’ll pray there ain’t no hell
But I’ll never know by livin’
Only my dyin’ will tell, yes, only my
Dyin’ will tell, oh yeah
Only my dyin’ will tell
The final curtain, the mystery revealed, the ultimate answer to all of life’s questions. Only my dyin’ will tell.
ANYTIME AFTER 11
And even that is pushing the envelope. Personally I prefer to sleep till I awaken naturally, this means my body and mind have been refreshed and I’m not “jolted” to life by an alarm. I see mere children waiting in the dark all bundled up to go to school. What are we doing to these kids and why? Okay out of that rabbit hole. Back to waking up. Then its coffee in bed with my office supplies (Ipad), and enter upon the world from the comfort of my blankets. There I shall remain for a few hours until my body catches up with my mind. There. I said it. So figuring I’m the only soul out there that can’t jump out of bed at the crack of dawn and go plow the North 40 – come to find out there are others (yes, they are amongst us), that prefer sleeping till they wake and lounging till ready to confront the World yet one more day. Such an individual I recently contacted and suggested “we get together” and have a visit. He said sure, anytime after 11. I’m thinking, this is a guy after my own heart. I on the other hand am basically stupid and overly flexible (stupid) and say, “oh anytime is fine, what works for you, when do you want to meet”, and end up suffering the consequences. Instead of being honest and just saying “anytime after 11”. That will go on my next business card, “Available, after 11”.
QUEEN FOR A DAY
This was one of the TV shows from the 50’s that I enjoyed. Always made me laugh, and cry with joy that this poor poor soul had won a Maytag washer, ironing board and a dozen red roses. Can you imagine that happening today? Like buying you’re wife a crock pot for her birthday or vacuum cleaner for Christmas. You’re not long for this world. (Read above about impermanence). TV Circa 56-64 Queen for a Day featured four women and the audience would decide who would “win” based on the “applause-o-meter”. You can google that too, definitely worth your time.
START YOUR DAY WITH GROUCHO MARX
No, that doesn’t mean you wake up grouchy. This morning while in my office under the blankets, a You-tube offering appeared of “You Bet Your Life” from the 50’s. (Am I dating myself or a historian?) Anyway, this hit American comedy quiz series (Circa 50-61) featured Groucho Marx of the Marx brothers. It features two contestants unknown to each other, on stage, live, with a chance to win up to $10,000. Say the “secret word” and collect $100. Groucho likes to poke fun at his contestants while blowing cigar smoke in their face. Things you’ll never see today. Anyway if you’d like to start your day with a chuckle and remove yourself from the rigors of the day ahead, take a few minutes and laugh with Groucho. You can thank me later.
THE BIG FINISH
Wait, he didn’t tell us there would be a big finish. Well this is it folks. I’ve been blogged down mentally and am two issues behind. Thoughts on demand – out of order signs. So down here in Mexico it was “Ride your Horse to Work Day”. Like bring your Dad to school day. Same same but different. I’ll leave on that note. I’m not sure anyone reads this blog, but I sure do find it entertaining and occupies space in my brain. Like Chuck, you must get up and go to work now…get back under the blanket and open up the office.
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I’m hanging in there with your posts. Love the fun division from the mundane city life. Thanks for taking the time and using your grey matter to stir us all to use ours.😊
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I think everyone needs to spend time in a cemetery, not just visiting family, but other graves to get an idea how long other may or may not have lived. I spend many hours in cemeteries taking photos of headstones for family members in other parts of the country for Find A Grave. I’ve also helped inventory cemeteries and it gets more personal when you start researching backgrounds and reviewing death certificates. Sadly, we do not come to the realization that we have been ‘chasing our tails’ along with everyone else to end up in the same place. None of us are going to get out of this life alive. We need to reevaluate our definition of ‘success’
Anytime after 11 to me is a bit selfish. For those of us who are able to have the luxury of ‘anytime after 11’ should not ignore another person’s different approach to ‘retirement’ and especially if they are still working. I can enjoy ‘anytime after 11’ every day. I don’t mind telling another fellow human being, let’s meet whenever it fits your schedule. It is a minor inconvenience if we can be accommodating. Relax. Be flexible.
Love this blog Yogibro! Took me on a trip down memory lane. Always wished my mother would be queen for a day(she cleaned houses for rich people to supplement family income). Because of her, I got one new pair of shoes per year! And I’m grateful for that and her even though she drank a bit too much. Also loved Groucho and to this day will smoke a cigar in his honor!🤠❤️
of course brilliant witty and wise well done my brother see you after 11