Mars..Are we from there?

It would be fun to write a blog on the men are from mars and women are from Venus book. Different topic…

It is no secret that I am a science fiction writer.  If you did not know that, you are not reading things too carefully.  I was looking at this old picture of mars.

Mars-NASA

Here you can see what they are calling the Grand Canyon on Mars.

I would think this is more like the Marianas Trench on mars.

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It takes little imagination to see that there were once great oceans covering the red planet.

mars

  • What happened?
  • Was there life on Mars?
  • Did we come from Mars?

Whether we are descendants of the red planet or not I think it would behoove us to learn where the atmosphere on Mars went and where did the water go.

As I was researching this I found that scientists are finding plastic bags and other forms of trash in the Marianas Trench.  Just possible we should go look in the trench or grand canyon on Mars for trash or other signs of a past life…or the water…

Thoughts comments and conjecture on this subject are welcome here.

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-TW

Are you a Victim?

Are we looking for something to claim victim hood status over?

What the hell is going on with our world today? Me2 Me2, someone once said I was pretty! Dammit, if you are ugly and someone calls you pretty, just face him or her face to face and tell him or her not to offend you. FFS! Really, is this what we have come to today?
I find it shocking that we are turning into a world full of pussies, and I don’t mean that in a good way.
“This man forced me into sex. He put his thing in my mouth and made me have oral sex with him.” This is from another me2 person going after a politician in Virginia.

I get that there might be overarching forms of bullying going on, but few men, smart men, would put themselves forcibly into a mouth full of sharp teeth! I guess a stupid man might, But he would only do it once.

Black Face

Until a few days ago, I did not know what that term was. I am not a spring chicken. Yes, I grew up in a time of minstrel shows and such. The last actor I saw portraying a black person was Neil Diamond in Jazz Singer. His friend Franklin Ajay (Bubba) gets him to perform in a black club. Everything is fine until one of the patrons spots his white palms and then all hell breaks loose!

Why, we are left to guess but the fight that ensues lands the band “The Four Brothers” in jail where Laurence Oliver playing Yussel’s father, ask him a question, which is probably the best line in the whole movie… “Isn’t it tough enough being a Jew?”

If you were to ask a black activist (Al Sharpton) about this, they (he) would most certainly spin this as more white hatred of the black people.

I do not deny racism, I am calling into question who the racist is.

In the 1980 movie, when one of the patrons sees his white palms, and calls him out, the writer gives him the line. “That ain’t no brother, that’s a white boy!” Over this observation, the place erupts into violence, even though the performance up to that time was a success.

• Was the writer a racist?
• Were the patrons in that time racist to the point of destroying the club to harm the entertainer?
• Was this scene indicative of the time?
• What period was this supposed to happen in, wait the 80’s…

I have been in Black Clubs in the ’80s as a white person. My company transferred me to Houston to take over as a manager of a department. My black employees invited me for drinks after work one day. They did not tell me it was a black club. I was new to Houston and certainly had no idea that the Palomino was a black club. Folks, I saw none of this. We had a great time, I had many dancing partners that evening, and I cemented many long-term friendships that have lasted through the ages.

Another of my employees at a different company brought me to a gay bar, after work. Same response. At the end of the day, I went home without a date, as I was not looking for one. There was already someone in my life.

Was I a victim?

Some could proffer the argument that they set me up. They knew things that I did not and put me into an uncomfortable situation for their amusement. Much to their chagrin, I was not nervous. I can handle myself, even if things had gotten out of hand. They did not, however; get out of hand as in both clubs people were nice and accepting of me.

They knew I wasn’t black but they did not know if I were straight or gay. Can you not go into a club like this as a “person,” and just enjoy the company of other people, without identifying as straight, white, or black?

In many of my novels, I talk about labels, and how my characters abhor them. I won’t go into details here. We are all the same when it comes to race. We are the “human race.” Our sexual identity is also not that distinct from one another, as we all start our life as a girl. Men have nipples, look it up!
You would be shocked if I told you how offended some men can be when I point out that little fact. Own who you are. Celebrate diversity, and don’t you use it as a way to divide us.
In Tipping Point, I make the argument that we should all strive to look at each other as human beings and not look for that which divides us. This is a common theme in a few of my novels.
Last evening at a writers meeting we got into a conversation about art. I mentioned that one of my instructors was incredibly opinionated. She was very good as an artist. Excellence at what we do tends to breed a certain hubris that I take umbrage with. I don’t care who you are or what you have done, you are no better than I am and I am no better than you are.

This instructor had a certain mindset including which paints you do not use. There are brushes, and so on that, you had best not bring to her class.
Early on, we were asked what got us into painting in the first place.
Without hesitation, I spoke the truth. Bob Ross.
OMG, you would have thought I had just pissed in their Wheaties.
Some of her requirements for the class are that you mix your own colors and, this is right.

Never use paint straight from the tube…blah blah…

This person was rather high strung and had little tolerance for not doing things “her way.”

Why Bob? Why do I still to this day, hold him in high esteem?
In thirty minutes using basic colors and skills, he manages to create beautiful paintings that set the stage for most of us to escape into. We imagine our bare feet on the lush grass, or perhaps swimming in the lake, as we feel the fresh water on our bodies. Just maybe we think of ourselves laying in that field among the happy trees, looking at the “happy clouds” or other things, which could be happy accidents.
Why Bob? Why not Bob. What a gentle soul and kind spirited man. What a great role model for us to all aspire to. The barbs were too much for me, so I searched high and low for “flesh colored” paint. I also found a two-inch brush, to top it off, ordered a shirt with Bob Ross on the front. The bully of the art world had met her match!
When you are painting portraits as she was teaching us to do, there is indeed, only one way to get it right and flesh colored paint is not it. That is why I had to search to find it. I wanted to make a point, graciously.

As I sat there with my two-inch brush and a dab of flesh colored paint on my pallet, we were instantly in a standoff. She knew that I was taking her to task. “Your opinion is just that, an opinion!”

“Don’t mock those that you don’t agree with.”

Had Bob not made it appear so easy, I might never have purchased the stuff to give it a go. My portraits sell all over the world, and I have her to thank for that, but in truth,…Bob is who inspired me.
• Why did I tell this story of my art career?
• Does it fit into being a victim?
• How does it fit?

Last night when I was telling this story, one of my comrades took me to task. It would seem that referencing flesh colored paint was racist. “WTF? Are you kidding me? It says flesh on the tube, is Windsor Newton now a racist?” What is going on for this person to make such a ludicrous assertion?

Are you looking for ways to be a victim?

I don’t have a racist bone in my body. I dislike ignorance and those that act on it. My comrade had no clue what I was talking about. Had I been less sure of myself, I might have taken offense to that assertion, or worse, questioned my own stance on racism.
They assumed that flesh was “white flesh,” but in truth, it is a “base” with which you can add yellow ochre, burnt umber or pick your color, and make it any kind of “flesh” you choose.

Titanium white, yellow ochre, and alizarin crimson are also the beginnings of the base for flesh.

Do you believe everyone should be pure of heart and thought? Just possibly nobody should talk, or speak, write, text or communicate in any way so we don’t offend someone. Wait, if I don’t say hello when seeing you; is that communicating with you nonverbally. Is that not a way of telling you that you are so insignificant to me that I am not going to waste my breath to say hello? No, it says that I am so afraid of offending you, that by my acknowledging you that, you might find something offensive. FFS is that where we are.

I walked past a man leaving the bank the other day who gave me an eye roll, as we passed. What did that mean? Should I be offended? Was I not worth the time to at least say hello to? Did he not like white people? He was black, that must be it, he is racist, and that is why he rolled his eyes and did not say hello to me. I should write a column for the New York Times about how all black men hate white people because this one person rolled his eyes at me, instead of saying hello. I am a victim! His eye roll was offensive to me! How dare he not acknowledge me as his equal!

“Is this where we are?”

He was holding his phone and had an earbud in his ear. Is it possible he was talking with someone on his phone or listening to voicemail, and he eye rolled at what he was hearing?

I leave you with this thought….

Look for things we have in common instead of things that divide us. Start with the fact that we are the entire human race. The color of our skin, or sexual preference, is not something to divide us. Start out with respect for your fellow human traveler on this road of life, and the rest will be much easier.

“I just about hate to say this, and yes I am stealing the line from Pollyanna. Look for the good, and you will find it, look for the bad, and you will surely find that too.”
I could choose to ignore the phone, and the earbud, and think that person was anti-white, and use it to build a precept that all black men hate white people or….I could give him the benefit of the doubt.

Great minds discuss ideas. Those focused on petty things; discuss people and ways to be offended.

Rise above the fray, and lead by example.

BTW, my art instructor and I are the best of friends and have been so since I stood my ground and forced her to examine her own life. Bob, Kincaid, and others serve a purpose and they are no less relevant than Renoir, Picasso, or De Vince. While they would argue the fact that I put their names in the same sentence, neigh the same paper as Renoir; I would argue that Renoir never inspired me to go and purchase paints.
Much Love -TW

Judge Me Not

 

As a writer, I do not think that I could write a plot, which is as licentious as we see playing out before our eyes.  One would need to be willfully blind or complicit, to agree with the amount of malevolence we are witnessing in DC.

Since Trump’s election, we have seen the Deep State come to life, to obstruct in any way that they can, his ability to do the job of President.  We have seen his own DOJ fight against him from the day he became a candidate, to current day.

The left is losing their grip on your pocketbooks, so they have deployed a hard-core bunch of propagandist, to smear everything that this administration is trying to do.

The latest attack on Kavanagh is sadistic, barbaric and just flat out insane.

When you watch the news, you cannot overlook the most hideous bunch of yapping heads, spewing out garbage to those that hate trump.  They feed on the hate and anger, and those in the mainstream media know just how to give them what they need.

Playing to the emotions of the half that voted Democratic, their job is to paint the Republicans as bad, evil people who will eat your children and screw your daughters if you give them half the chance.

The facts do not bear out this BS but, damn the facts, they just need to continue to sow the seeds of doubt and stir up the liberal base to put their evil hides back in power.

  • Is that what you want?
  • Do you want to pay more taxes?
  • Do you want the jobs to go back overseas?
  • Do you want to go back to building foreign countries up, while sucking the lifeblood out of this one?
  • Do you not see what you are voting for, is another Venezuela?
  • How blind must you be, to not see through the lies of the media?
  • Even the most jaded person out there must see this Hail Mary attempt to slow down the judge’s confirmation, by any means possible as crap.
  • Folks, if they can destroy a man by a mere allegation, they can do it to anyone, including you.

 

Tomorrow we might see some more emotional nonsense, including some crying but in the end, I would watch her checkbook.  Soros is spending Millions to defeat Kavanagh.  Why is Soros interfering with the confirmation of a supreme court Justice?

The world is upside down right now, and the left is pushing that, as the new normal.  It is not!

Firstly, a person is innocent until proven guilty.  When you besmirch a man who has already been through six (6) FBI investigations which gave him the ultimate clearance up to and including the nuclear launch codes, it is now insanity or desperation.  I suspect that any of these recent allegations, released days before his confirmation hearing are bogus, and a trick to delay his hearing until the Democrats retake the house after the mid-terms.

In my mind, they are weasels and should be ashamed of themselves. We the American people are the victims, as we have to foot the bill for this tomfoolery.  We have suffered through two years of a Russian Collusion probe, which has proven nothing, as there is nothing to prove.

The goal is to cheat the American people from the desired outcome of having a conservative in the Supreme Court.  They cannot do it through legal, moral channels so they are cheating.

Here is the real question that I would like for you all to consider.

 

If we believe that Judges are to use the US Constitution as the basis for their opinions on legal matters, what difference does their party affiliation make? This is my rub with the current system.  Frequently, the Supreme Court is divided on party lines.  How is that? Does each side use a different version of the constitution on which to base his or her opinions?

If they are all using the same Constitution, they should all come up with the same conclusion. It would be like ten people going out of the same building, looking up at a clear blue sky, and then reporting on what they saw. Our current bench of Judiciaries could not even all agree that it was a clear blue sky.

How many of them would enter into their opinion that “due to global warming the sky was not as blue as it could have been.  Perhaps they might write the sky was more cerulean blue than phalo blue.

One might even write that the sky was devoid of clouds, rather than saying it was blue.

What we see on the news before us makes me fear what tomorrow will bring.  If the Democrats retake the house, it will be by sheer prevarications. I am sure that if a politician tells you something that you do not want to hear, that they might be more honest than those that tell you everything that you do want to hear.

The left’s tactic is to buy votes by taking money from the middle class. They then use the different judges to get their ways, as they cannot win in a true public court.  The rest of the world is screwed up by greedy people like this, and now they want to tear apart the greatest country on earth, for their own personal gains or….they have someone else pulling their strings.

My novel Presidential Assassins is selling well.  I might have to write a sequel to it.  The news today is rife with fodder for a sequel.  I could include rape chains, witnessed by adults that never spoke of it for 35 years.  Now we have a presidential want to be, a young Perry Mason finds some desperate woman to create a work of fiction, which would stir the emotions of many real victims, of the Me 2 movement.

We cannot win on the facts, so we win in the court of public opinion or emotions.

The Judge is certainly innocent of the claims, but the Democrats need to buy time.  They need to buy time and make the Republicans appear as bad as they possibly can.

For the left to turn the laws of this country around by calling an innocent man a profligate, to further their agenda is absurd.  For the mainstream media to aid and abed the deep state, erodes our constitution, and shows the world just how stupid or greedy that some Americans are.

I have noticed that several of the liberal media, allow their guest to espouse the necessary propaganda while they sit back and just ask the right questions, to make the point. They do this because polls show that they are losing credibility.  “You think?”

I feel for the judge’s family having to go through this.

There are many things that you can fix with Duct Tape; stupidity is not one of them.

Check out my novels.  Let me know what you think of Presidential Assassins.

Much Love -TW

 

 

 

Hello new followers!

I want to give a quick shout out to the newest followers of this blog. Yes, it is a lot of work, but I feel that you are worth it.

People from all over the globe are represented here, and that is what I hoped for.

We all may not agree on everything, and our cultural differences might be seen as roadblocks, but I disagree with that assumption.

There is a common denominator with each and every one of us and once we establish that, we can progress forward with some dialogue.

Yes, this blog is a way to communicate with the readers of my novels, and that too is part of the process as we artist and writers are starving for a reason.  We are passionate about what we do, and we will sacrifice much, to bring our projects to fruition.

This blog and meeting you is not a sacrifice, however, and it is one of the few paybacks I as an author obtain because I get to know you as well through your comments and your blogs.

Thanks for the recent follows and if you are a long time reader, thanks so much for hanging in there!

There are some exciting things happening in the future so follow me on twitter and of course here on the blog.

 

Much Love! -TW

 

 

Pro-Life— Pro-Choice?

Pro-Life— Pro-Choice?

Someone posted a picture on social media just last night that would cause the most leftist in the world to think twice about their stance on abortion.

Some man dug through a dumpster behind a Planned Parenthood, removing dozens of aborted fetuses displaying them all in such a way as to create an emotional riptide.  Either you would be swayed for or against with no room in the middle.  In fact, you would have to be pretty depraved to not see this as an act against humanity.

I won’t post the picture, but many of those babies looked very late term.  Working in Neo-Natal, I have seen preemies smaller than them who are alive today!

He even went so far as to put opened juice boxes in some of the trays which contained the babies.

Why?

He humanized the fetuses to drive once again the point home that these are babies and not lumps of tissue like a cancerous tumor.

The end of the story is he is going to give them all a decent burial instead of them being tossed in the dumpster with the empty pizza boxes, plastic straws, and Styrofoam cups.

Decent human being, or provocateur?

I would argue both.

This is the world we live in today.  This is why we cannot have an intelligent conversation on any topic.  From guns to an invasion on our borders, the community organizers of the world have made it to where we are close to civil war as we can no longer see eye to eye on anything.

When I was young, there were two issues you did not talk about.  Women’s lib and religion.

Why?  Both are fraught with emotion, and few can debate the topics without “feelings.”

The travel ban was recently upheld by the supreme court on the narrowest of margins, why?

The constitution clearly states the president has that right.

A judge in Hawaii strikes it down because of what?

The judge took the then “candidate Trumps rhetoric” and put an emotional spin on it, and became an activist himself causing more consternation and civil discourse tearing at the fabric of this country.

The judge on the ninth circuit was wrong, his logic was skewed, and I think his ex-boss and college roommate provoked his decision to act as a way to community organize.  We know for a fact that he was visited by him right before he interjected his stupid argument.

Community organizing is in short tapping into our tribal instinct through the manipulations of your emotions. Pro-life shows a bunch of aborted babies in a dumpster, pro-choice shows some disenfranchised women who now must resort to a coat hanger in an alley.

OF course, there is no middle ground because you must be corralled into one camp or the other.  Which community are you part of?

When one becomes a judge no matter what the issue, the judge is to interpret the laws and that is what the magistrate makes a ruling on.  Emotions or feelings are not part of the decision process.

That, however, is not the case as we see time after time.  It is all about emotions and screws the constitution of at least half the country.  Either I get it my way or you all are bigots, racists, deplorable and I could go on.  When the conversation turns into name calling the person calling the names knows they don’t have any ammunition, they are wrong so the megaphone and name calling is their tactic.

How many times have murderers been let free because of some technicality in the law or some juror was swayed by some lawyer who knew how to push his or her emotional buttons to create that ever so handy “beyond the shadow of a doubt.”

 

Yes, it took over a year for the supreme court to come up with a 5 to 4 decision on something that is apparently in the president’s bailiwick to do.  The fact that four of the supreme court justices weighed in against the president tells you the state of our country.  The law is clear period.  They should not be judges.

If Judges were to do their job without feelings, without being an activist, it would make no difference if a liberal or conservative picked them, hence the flaw in our judiciary system. Feelings are irrelevant.

Supreme court Justices should be held accountable and should be able to be fired.  I think they can be impeached, but I do not pretend to know the mechanism of that or what would constitute the reason for that action.  They, in fact, need a boss that can keep them to a higher standard then what they hold themselves to.

Without this you have a non-elected branch of the government making laws that you must follow and they are there like so many other third world countries, for life!

That is true of any judge, who steps outside of his or her boundaries.

“Here is the case, here is the case law, This is how the constitution regards it, what say you?”

I want to put a different spin on abortion that might upset some of you but that is what we do isn’t it.  We talk about controversial subjects, and we try to do it without injecting our personal beliefs.  Once you are locked in on your own opinions or feelings, you are closed to the possibility that you are wrong.

Full disclosure, I lean pro-life.   I lean that way rather hard because someone needs to stand up for the child.  Someone needs to stand up for those who cannot speak for themselves. Having said that, is abortion always a bad idea?

I will not (NOT) allow the argument that it is a woman’s body and therefore it is her right to choose.  If you get aids or some other STD from unwise sexual conduct can you just “decide” not to have a terminal illness?  Nobody has a right to kill another or take another’s life.  Where would it stop if they did?  We have seen many mothers or parents kill their children, was it her choice and right?  She brought them into the world is it her right to take them out?   I could easily make the argument it was.  “She stayed out late past curfew too many times, so I killed her.  Her actions were giving my family a bad name; she had to die.  She was defective. End of story.”

Here is the twist.

There was a video on social media of a mother tossing her half-naked daughter off the couch.  When the child started to cry she viscously beat the child.  As the child continued to cry, she kicked her and then stood on her so she could not get air into her lungs to cry.

The video was hard to watch, and yes, I would have had no problems with locking the woman up right there and then. I would argue the death penalty, and I would volunteer to push the plunger or pull the trigger. Defective people like that need to be out of society and, if not rehabilitatable, sent back to the manufacturer, GOD, to see what went wrong.

This was my emotional response.  It made me sick and angry.  At that moment, I was enraged.

What should justice look like for her?

In the case of a sick person such as this who are so selfish that they opt to abort, would it not be kinder for the child not to be given to such a person?

This issue has caused me many sleepless nights as I can see a case to allow seriously stuffed up women to abort their babies.

There are so many ways to keep from having an “unplanned” pregnancy but, we have people who will flirt with aids, flirt with death at the end of a needle, and of course, do drugs and smoke while carrying a baby.

I have not interviewed anyone at planned parenthood, but just maybe they are pragmatic about this like I am trying to be in this “twist” on the issue.

Is that why the dumpster is full of dead babies?

Are they not babies?

They look like babies, you can clearly see that they were humans, how can you disassociate yourself from the baby aspect of what this is?  How can you as a doctor who is not to harm, kill babies still in the womb?

Should the babies in that dumpster belong in that dumpster?  How many women have carried full term and then tossed the baby into a trash?  Too many to count.  How cheap is life?

Often I find that those that kill, find that life is pretty cheap until it is theirs on the wrong end of a needle.

If a woman wants an abortion, the chances are good that she is not going to be a great mother so just maybe it is kinder to the child.

I realize this is emotional dynamite and that is why we have the rhetoric today by the leftist regarding this SCOTUS pick.

Roe V Wade will not be overturned.  On the off chance that it is then the states will be forced to deal with it like they are dealing with legalized pot.  Maybe that is the right answer.

The bottom line is elections have consequences and the leftist in this country lost.

Until you strip all of the layers of the onion back, you cannot know what you are dealing with.  Decisions, where laws are concerned, must be made without fear mongering or empathy.  I can be sympathetic to your cause, but if I am empathetic,, I put myself in your shoes and not the shoes of the collective or the masses.

This is why a pick for a Supreme Court Justice must be made in a very practical matter.

 

I hope you enjoy the fourth of July and for those of you in other countries thanks for reading my take on things.

As always feel free to comment.

I spend hours on these blogs as I want them to be thought-provoking and open up a dialogue on just about any subject.  No subject should be off the table.

My novels are selling nicely, but I still have a day job… If you haven’t read my work, why not?

 

Seriously I am 50 K words into my latest thriller, and it is coming along great!

Much Love -TW

 

The Ghost Within

When do we just give up?

Strolling the halls of a nursing home always seems to rattle my soul a little.  You see the body, the machine of what was once a vivacious individual, sitting in a wheelchair parked in the shadows of society.

The Sunday visitors come and go with the children tugging at their mother skirt, “can we go eat now?”

How awful that must feel to the person relegated to such a place.

In many of my novels, I bring up the simple act of hugging someone.  When we embrace another individual do we do it to be polite or because it is expected?  There is, of course, the polite hug and the real hug.

When we visit a relative in the “home,” do we do it because it is expected or because we care about that person? Why are you going there?

Have you written anything down about your end of life expectations?

Do you envision living out your days in your home?

When we come into the world, we come in with nothing.  We pee and poop ourselves and depend upon the benevolence of others to care for us until we can do for ourselves. We depend upon them for food, protection from the elements and some semblance of life.

During our years as adults, we pay it forward.  We do for others and hope that those that witness our efforts understand that is what we expect.  Do they? Is that why we do it?

Visiting a friend not terribly long ago she pointed out a man who was visibly upset.  She told me the story of how his family invited him out to lunch, drove him to this place and put him there against his will.  His house, cars, and finances were now in the care of his kids.

I visited with him to try and calm him.  He told me of the deceit, the obfuscation of facts disclosed to the administrators of this place.  Perfectly lucid and aware of his surroundings and the predicament was upsetting to him. It was distressing to me as well.

The last few years I have been involved with the care of an aging friend.  In and out of hospitals and rehab facilities I had plenty of opportunities to see what we do with misfits. I don’t use that word in a pejorative manner I am trying to make a point.

When do we lose control of our rights and become a misfit?

There is this horrible story which is true where the state assigns a guardian to older folks.  Usually, this is a friend of the judge or court who becomes tasks with taking care of older people.

It works something like this.  Somehow, some way you are discovered and show up on someone’s radar.

I feel like these places that are sold to “mature adults” with activities and such are probably good hunting grounds for these predators.

Some judge signs some paperwork, and there is a knock at your door.

The Guardian appears, introduces themselves and then shows you the paperwork.  He or she then gives you thirty minutes to pack some clothes and so forth where they then whisk you away to one of these facilities where you are locked up.  They will call it a new residence, but it is a cell without bars.

The Guardian then returns to forage through your home looking for paperwork to take over your life.  He or she then turns all of your stuff into liquid assets through estate sales and so on.  Once your entire life’s collection or residual is in the bank, this guardian then writes themselves checks against your trust every time that they do anything on your behalf.  That could be arguing with your relatives or talking with your caregivers at the facility.  The Guardian acquires a few of these cases and might visit ten or fifteen of them in one day writing him or herself a check for $500 for each person visited all in the same facility.

The families are hamstrung as undoing this appointment of a guardian is a long and protracted legal mess which will cost the family tons of money.  The Guardian pays for his or her legal expenses out of your parents or whoever’s estate.

In some cases, it is the very children who do it to their parents.  As it was with this man I spoke with.  How awful that must have been for him.

It is one thing to be kidnapped by the judicial system but quite another to be hoodwinked by your own kids.

Some of those that you see in the halls are apparently not there.  The brain is gone.  The hollow eyes and vapid stares are only a ghost of what once was.

Dementia is a cruel thing as it can remove the filters that we once had which made us the person who the world knew.  Suddenly we can become nasty using our words to hurt those that are trying to make our final days tolerable.

Walking the halls week after week the names on the doors change, as another ghost now occupies the rooms of the “home.”

You see them, laying there with the TV blaring either some talk show, game show or Joy Behar spewing out her hateful Anti-Trump venom.  What must go through their minds as the poison from the idiot box continues to insult their intelligence!

I watched one man curse the TV as George Stephanopoulos tried to tell a story out of context to sway the emotions of his audience.  The old guy knew he was not telling the whole story as he seldom does and called him on it.

Why was that man in there I thought?

Clearly, his intelligence and awareness were there.  Have you ever gone in and sat and talked with them?

I have.  The invectives against those that put them there are on the surface with many of them.

Apparently, they know that this is their last stop.  They know the next time their body leaves that place will be a one-way ride to the funeral home or the crematorium.  Is that all we are?

When would you invite the sting of death into your life?

What would it take to just lie down and give up?

Have you ever looked closely into that mirror and seen your ghost?

Are you satisfied with your life?  Have you run a good race?

What does your race look like?  When will it be done? Is there a finish line?

Do you have a bucket list?

Are you living your life or are you drifting along with the currents without a rudder?

There are times that I feel like Don Quixote.  Are there windmills that need tilting at or do we just sit down and shut up?

I feel for this generation growing up today as they have been cheated in their education. I have hired many who were only good on paper and not in practice.  I knew it when I hired them, but their work ethic is why I hired them.  Not for their pedigree. Anyone who would vote for a socialist clearly did not pay attention in school.

There are lies out there being perpetrated on the youth today, and they are working.  White men are all of the sudden feeling guilty for being white and a male.  This is an idea pushed by vile racists bigots.  It is wrong on so many levels of wrong, but some of our youth are too dense to see it.

The blank stares looking back at you as you walk by them, the spark is there in some of them.  I know because I tell them each hello and ask them how they are doing… Some look at you with a blank stare and some are somewhat lugubrious about their predicament, but they are there and able to carry on a conversation.  They are in the here and now.  Some have accepted it and make the best of it. Some smile and genuinely appreciate not being treated like the walking dead.

I wonder about the people that work in those places.  They live their days around those that are affected in some way, and of course, those that are mentally dead but their bodies are still living.

There is an old axiom I will share with you, and it is germane for this blog.

Once a man twice a child.

Man of course in the generic sense.  One an adult twice a child might be more salient.

Where are you right now in your life?

Have you set goals and are you reaching them?

Are you preparing for your retirement?

Do you have plans for those “golden years?”

A tip from me to you, live every day like it is the last.  Don’t waste a minute of life on things that you cannot change.  Laugh often! Keep toxicity out of your life.  That includes toxic people.

Spend time with your parents or grandparents.  If they have passed, go and spend some time with those in a nursing home. The administrators can point you to those that would appreciate your visit. Pay it forward.

If you are an author like me you never know where your next story idea might come from.  This is not my motivation to visit with them but I do listen just the same.

Much love my friends! Thanks for the follows, and comments.

-TW

 

 

Are You Blind?

Time is our stock in trade, use it wisely.

This topic has never been lost on me.  As we age and we bury more and more of our friends and family life takes on a new meaning.

I watch social media accounts and am consistently amazed at people.  “Damn, tomorrow is Monday!”  “Yipee, Tomorrow is Friday!”

I used to think like that.  I had a job that I liked most of the time, but it had its moments.  Carrying a product sample kit into a large medical facility in the Texas Medical Center during the summer is a task all to itself.  Add a tropical “disturbance” into the mix along with the August heat, and it is like being in a steam room only with hot water hitting you as well.

Walking into a clinic for cancer patients puddles off rainwater were around me as I closed the umbrella trying to make myself look as if I had not just been in the torrential rain when an older black man caught my attention.  There he was in a suit, tie, and hat looking as if he were headed to meet with some group of investors.

No, that man was a patient, and he just wanted to look his best.  He was jovial, and I was trying my best to understand him as we got on the overloaded elevator. We were in fact headed to the same place so as we walked together down the hall I asked him, “How about this Houston weather?”

I was expecting him to complain like most New Yorkers do, or to grumble as most would who just walked several blocks in the rain from the parking lot but no, he amazed me.

He said, “It is a beautiful day!” Ok, maybe the guy was blind.  “Beautiful?”

“Any day the good lord lets me suck in air in the morning, it is a beautiful day.”

It was me that was blind.  I never forgot that.  I look at life differently as I make my way through each and every day.  Did I use my time here in a productive way?  Did I assist someone else on this journey we call life?

Yesterday I was at another funeral of a family member.  The drive was long, and the traffic was brutal.  The church was out in the middle of nowhere, but I got there early.  As family members came through the doors, it was a mixture of tears and laughter.

The funeral is not for the deceased it is for you, and the rest of us “still sucking air.”

Indeed this was a celebration of this man’s life.

After a lengthy service, we ate a meal together provided by the church.  We visited with family that I had not seen in years and made a promise to keep in touch.  One last thing to do before the sunset was to drive another fifty miles to this small cemetery out in the country and say our final farewells to this man who brought so much happiness to so many.

The wind was out of the north blowing, howling actually, bringing the windshield down to the teens.  For Texans that is cold!

I was dressed for it, but many were not.  As the final words were said, the first spade of soil was tossed into the hole by his last remaining brother.  There was not a dry eye there as turns were taken to throw some dirt in the grave.

We departed the cemetery as the last rays of sunlight were casting auburn fingers across the sky as if to reach in and grab the soul of our family member, and take him home.

Driving the several hours back to Dallas the day played through my mind.  Each and every conversation with family members, each hug, handshake and the warmth of the members of that small country church played through my thoughts.

Late last night as I checked my e-mail I read of yet another friend who passed away and soon I will making my way to East Texas.

As I write this tonight, I wonder if I made the best use of my day today. I was tired and did not do too much of anything.  I played with the cats, wrote on my latest book, tried to teach myself another song on the guitar and admired Mary Chapin Carpenter for her talents.  I am ending this day thinking of you who take the time to read my blogs and novels and of course tweets.

Don’t let today slip away my friends, it will never repeat itself! Did you make good use of your time here sucking in air?

Much love!  -TW