It’s That Time Again!

Yup – it’s still ticking!

Thought for today:

Where does a thought go when it is forgotten?

When all is said and done, would you have said more than you have done?

And now for the comical side of me:

You know you’re getting old when you get winded while asking your doctor why you get winded.

Y’all have a nice day now, ya hear!

Willie or Ray – You be the Judge!

One never knows what time of day a thought or two will enter this rattle-brained mind of mine giving me the urge to write something for this here blog site. Sometimes it is in the morning, sometimes in the evening and there have been times when the idea pops into my head shortly after I retire for the evening. But whenever it is, you can be sure that I may just incorporate the idea or ideas into a future blog post. This week’s blog post is the result of listening to two of my favorite country artists, namely Willie Nelson and Ray Stevens.

Lately, I have been trying to wean myself off listening to or even watching the news. As a matter of fact, I just recently deleted an app entitled “Smart News” from my cell phone because the only news it wants to share with me is the war in Ukraine; children taking guns to school threatening to kill fellow students; members of both political parties bad mouthing each other; negative, negative, negative!!! It is a shame that our news media – be it television, the internet, or newspapers only think negative type news items are what is needed to sell newspapers or boost the ratings of television shows.

Over the years I have learned that it is better to laugh than cry and/or worry about certain things and by certain things – I am talking about things beyond my control. I prefer to get by, if you will, by reading funny stuff and/or listening to wild and crazy music which you will soon understand by the two songs I have decided to write about this week. One of the songs was written back in 2015 and is sung by Willie Nelson which merely goes to show how long it’s been since people thought we humans – began – how shall I put this delicately – goofing up.

The other song was written in 1984, is sung by Ray Stevens and really tickles my funny bone especially if you try to put yourself into the song (by that I mean picture yourself in the church watching all this comedic mayhem unfold).

Well, after listening to, watching, and reading the various news items crossing the airwaves today, Willie’s song entitled: “It’s All Going to Pot” comes to mind. But then wanting to think happy thoughts and smile, Ray’s song entitled “Mississippi Squirrel Revival” also comes to mind.

Its All Going to Pot

Mississippi Squirrel Revival by Ray Stevens

You determine which song gets you laughing and thinking positive. Me, as much as I love Willie Nelson, I opt for Ray Stevens.

Have a good day! Y’all come back now, ya hear!

To Stress or De-stress, that is the Question!

I’m back – believe it or not – one week has passed since my last posting. I made it!

Let’s face it, we all know life is serious and at times life can be boring. So how do we handle this situation. Well, the easiest way I can think of is to lighten the mood and add a little laughter to our days.

Why? Because if you are like me, laughter helps me loosen up allowing me to focus on much simpler things. Being retired and in my eighties, I would much rather focus on simple things versus complex things. I don’t mind admitting though that a good Sudoku puzzle (complex thing) has stumped me on more than one occasion. The bad feature of this statement is that the one that did stump me a few weeks ago was classified as EASY! Simple – right?

Will we be faced with hard questions the older we get? You betcha! But we don’t always have to be so serious when trying to determine the right answer to some of life’s hard questions.

So, while this will be a short post this week – chances are it will cause you to laugh a bit and maybe even smile. So, take it from me, time to de-stress from whatever is stressing you out and give some thought to the following:

You are at your favorite grocery store, beginning to get all stressed so you decided to de-stress. So, what do you do? How do you de-stress? Well, you place three items in your grocery cart but not the items you usually purchase – No – you think of three things that you can purchase that will also cause your cashier to give you a weird look – you know the look that says: What planet is this guy from? Is the load getting lighter yet?

Here’s another picture for you that may or may not make you smile. You love the Smurfs, you know those fictional small, blue, humanoid creatures who live in mushroom-shaped houses in the forest. But your twisted sense of humor has a question that has always bugged you and causes you to ponder over the following:  If the Smurf starts to choke, what color will it turn? I mean one must know otherwise how will you assist? Taking your mind off whatever was stressing you out?

And then there is the proverbial question that has bothered me for quite some time now. The question that has bugged me at the end of each of the previous years and the beginning of each new year is just this: Why does it take one year to go from the 1st of January to the 31st of December yet only one day to go from December 31st to January 1?

I’m so confused but guess what – I’m no longer stressed. How about you? Y’all have a nice day now.

Until next time!

“The best way to get something done is to begin.”

Okay, so I am behind once again. Looking at my stats recently, one would assume I have given up writing.  Not true – just lost my muse once again – I know, how often am I going to use “lost my muse” as an excuse. The truth of the matter is that I have been wrapped up with household projects that apparently require more attention than my blogging here on this site.

Although I must admit, apparently my non-writing has cost me several of the few readers that used to follow my blog. And while most of us write for ourselves, it is nice to have an audience even if only a few. Let’s face it my fancy does get tickled when others read my blogs and even better when they provide comments regarding same.

Part of the problem with retirement is that it is so easy to become complacent about a lot of things. Apparently in my case I have allowed myself to get out of the routine I used in the past and while some may say at our age, we should not need a schedule or routine, I find scheduled tasks keep me focused. I have followed schedules/routines all my adult life and they have served me well.

Apparently, what I need do is sit my butt in this chair and outline a plan that will serve as a guide to follow so that in addition to all the chores/other housekeeping functions one must follow, time is scheduled for writing. Let’s face it, I have no problem marking the calendar for doctor’s appointments, line dancing practice, coffee & donuts/homeowners meeting, and so forth. Why not also schedule time to sit down and write.

I’ve noticed that many of the bloggers I follow have a certain day of the week to post their work. To me, that means they have a schedule and apparently follow through. Which also means that they apparently write well in advance of the day they are going to post to their blog.

Do I have a schedule? Well, I do have certain days slated to stretch, walk, days to clean; weed; and other household duties. But not writing? In addition to the comment that my muse has left me, what has left me is material to write about. I have geared this post towards writing something funny with the goal that anyone reading it will end their reading with a smile on their face and perhaps a slight chuckle or two. But lately, even coming up with funny material seems to be a chore.

Did I write yesterday? No! Did I write today? Yes, the above is the result. What does this post tell me? Just this, I need to get my priorities right. True, certain household duties must be done, but at my age, so does my writing.

In the words of one Olin Miller: “If you want to make an easy job seem mighty hard, just keep putting off doing it.”

Solution: I must change. With that thought in mind allow me to share with you the following thought:

How many psychiatrists does it take to change a light bulb? Only one, but the light bulb has really got to want to change! 

Until next time!