Today's post has utterly no connect with the title, as the content is most stuff that has been dribbling around in my head for quite a while. So sit back and relax while I throw out enough pointless stuff and random links to either satisfy your curiosity, or make you scratch your head and say to yourself, "What?".
1} The post title. This is actually a song by Arthur Conley. I first heard the song on a double LP called Duane Allman, An Anthology Vol II. It's a very excellent compilation of Duane Allman's body of work as a session man. If you can find it, I highly recommend picking up both volumes. The first volume contains a good chunk of his work with the Allman Brothers, while the second highlights his work as a highly sought after session man, some solo material and an early version of the Allman Brothers called Hourglass. Two of my favorite tracks on this album are a Boz Scaggs cover of a Jimmie Rodgers tune called "Waiting for a Train" and a solo piece called "Happily Married Man" (contains the best opening lyrics ever: I ain't seen my wife for two or three years I'm a happily married man).
2} Chat rooms. I've reintegrated myself back in the chat rooms, simply because I needed a place to vent, catch up with friends, and do the occasional debate. I don't wander around much there anymore, mostly because the forums have taken a decidedly heavy turn towards religion. While I don't have a problem with religion, it does get a bit tiresome seeing 100 different discussions about why God does(n't) exist. So basically, the only debate I seriously participate in, is about gay marriage. Please note, my viewpoint is this: I don't believe in it, however, I am a realist.
3} Trying to connect with former friends. Sometimes, trying to connect with former friends is a good thing. Sometimes, when the cause of the previous disconnect was indescribable mental/emotional pain, trying to reconnect is a bad thing. This was a bad thing. So after a brief exchange, I wished them well and went back to being my old humdrum self, sadder but wiser.
4} Work. Work sucks. Let me repeat, works suck. Or rather, people and this union and that union suck, which causes work to suck. To elaborate, the other day, someone called to complain that I made an error in their favor. That same someone, after I'd talked to them about it, found fault with the way I went about my dealings with him. I also found out that other people had decidedly low opinion of my people skills and thus instead of confronting me directly, chose to bitch to their labor union, which it turn bitched to my HR person, who in turn passed her concerns on to my boss, who in turn passed those concerns on to me in an early morning one-on-one. The solution to this little tete-a-tete was now after three years of going to my facility to do payroll (and thus, getting out of the office at least twice a month), it will now be brought to me at my office. Where I can inflict some special pain on everyone. Permanently.
And now, for the first of two ultimate link posts.
5} Summertime in Connecticut. I love the summertime, especially in Connecticut. I had a good time traveling last year to Indiana, via New York, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and Ohio. But summers in Connecticut is a great thing. Especially when you live next door to the mountain that is your blog namesake. The fresh mountain air, the light chirping of birds, listening to people walk or ride bicycles, it simply does something for me. It relaxes me like nothing else can. It inspires me to great heights of creativity. It simply rocks my world and my peace of mind.
6} Blogs. This is a short story about some of the blogs that I read on a frequent basis.
One day, while I was walking down a street in downtown Abita Springs, I accidentally bumped into a relatively young lady from Austin. I said, "A thousand pardons, I was most revolting."
She said, "That's okay, good things happen every now and then to us."
I said, "Thanks. By the way, did you happen to find my diary? I think I might of dropped it while I was thinking random thoughts."
She thought for a moment, then asked, "Oh, do you mean a journal of non-sequential tangents?"
I sighed and said, "Perhaps. I think I might of dropped it on a back road somewhere. But first, I think I better take a seat under this tree for a moment and catch my breath."
She said, "Okie dokie. Take care of yourself, because it sounds like you're coming down with cold. Getting sick in the summertime is simply no fun."
"Will do," I said. "I don't want to go to the hospital, that's for sure."
Have a good day everyone, and remember driving around on daily basis can be rewarding.
7} A little reality. Nine days ago I received my lifetime handicap parking permit. As much as I want to delay the inevitable (and trust me friends, this is only part one of the inevitable), my body is breaking down just a little bit faster than I want to accept. I still have mobility, but if you want a good idea on how I walk now, just observe a toddler wandering around during his/her daily activities. I walk about like that.
8} Blog reality. (I keep adding to this post because I keep thinking of new nuggets to expound on) I'm getting ready to go on one of my quarterly search and destroys for new blogs to follow. I've binged and purged about six from my book marked faves, leaving me with about 45 blogs that I follow on weekly basis. I would like to get above fifty, so towards that goal, instead of trekking all over God's creation for them, I'll instead ask for suggestions from my readers as to what blogs might be worthy of my interest. I'm open to just about anything out there, so please give me your best shot. And if you're not sure about your recommendation, please check out my profile as about 95% of the blogs I have bookmarked, I'm a follower of as well. I'm a relatively open minded individual, so I really do welcome this opportunity to expand my horizons.
9} Writing reality. (See, what I tell you?) The other day (7/17) I was running my usual Saturday morning errands when I made a stop at my local CVS. While I was getting a snack and a bottle of water, I caught sight a rather oldish (30's) but still vibrant looking woman with her husband doing some shopping. And as I'm want to do as of late when I observe a good looking woman (yeah, I know, sexist), I was inspired to write a short story. Nothing nasty, but I while I was thinking of what to write, I remembered that my town was having its annual arts/crafts/music/fireworks shindig called "Mill Pond Extravaganza". Presto, chango! Instant background setting for the story. Presto, chango! Instant plot of a simple love story popped up. Next thing I know, within the span of two days, I churned out 7 1/2 pages. I couldn't write the story 100% straight without throwing my typical swerve in, so I had the boy get dumped by his girlfriend because she found a girlfriend. Other than that, it's been clean, straightforward and for a change of pace, has a happy ending.