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Rev. Joe’s Random Thought #7,799
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Surely I am not the only male to look over at his woman’s side of the bathroom and be totally mystified.
Some of the devices, for all the world, look like they were dreamed up by a Catholic priest during the Spanish Inquisition. And then there are the lotions and potions… most of which appear to have come directly from the laboratory of a medieval alchemist.
It always seems to me that it is a lot of work being a woman.
Just saying.
Bottle of Tequila – Revisited
I generally do not recycle articles. I also do not write a lot of fiction, but once a decade or so a story pops into my mind. When I do write fiction it is generally triggered by some story I have heard or something that has happened to me. Then my “imagination” runs wild extrapolating on of the former. Or sometimes – according to Señora about stories of her – I just make s*** up. Generally, I am stringing all those founts together.
The broken toe from a dropped bottle of tequila actually happened to a friend of my ex when we lived in Oklahoma City. A friend of Señora recently dropped a bottle of wine on her toe, breaking it, bringing this story back to mind. The rest of the story’s derivation is best left to the war time motto of “Loose lips, sinks ships.”
I enjoyed writing the story 12 years ago. Hopefully, you will enjoy reading it.
Now to the story…
Bottle of Tequila
He saw me limping down the hallway and asked,”looks like you had a wonderful time, what happened?” When he said that I was instantly back to her bedroom and recalling the events of the previous evening…
We had placed a few pillows behind our backs up against the headboard. The lights were still low. The Coltrane CD had started back around. Man, is he ever timeless. With the warm glow that can only be felt from energy well spent, we were both smoking cigarettes and idly chit chatting about absolutely nothing of consequence. I noticed that we had both pulled our knees toward our chests. The result was two well formed tents, side by side in the sheets. Mine was a good bit taller than hers. My mind flitted back to childhood days when my parents would take me to the circus. I wondered which tent was more interesting. Was it the larger one with the 3 rings of non-stop entertainment, or the smaller one with all the made up freaks and hucksters trying to separate you and your money? Laughing to myself I wondered where the “tunnel of love” was.
It was at that point I slapped myself softly and she looked at me funny.
“Just a weird thought,” I explained.
My vision drifted down to my left arm. I realized that I had left my Rolex knock-off on. It surprised me that she had not complained, Continue reading “Bottle of Tequila – Revisited”
Word of the Day – Cyberchondria
Word of the Day… not actually daily, but whenever I encounter one I think worth sharing and there are not too many on my landing page. Words have always fascinated me, and I am a fan of all types of word play, especially puns. I have a hard time not looking up a word that I am unfamiliar with or not sure of the definition. I like those authors that stretch me by throwing in unexpected terms.
- Noun: Cyberchondria
- unfounded anxiety concerning the state of one’s health brought on by visiting health and medical websites
- Synonyms:
- hypochondriac
- valetudinarian
- valetudinary
- hypochondriast
- hypochrondriast
- melancholico
- neurotic
- malade imaginaire
- obsessive person
- morbid person
- Usage:
- “Working with our mortality in a meaningful way can be challenging. For one, we live in a death-averse culture in which comforting and life-affirming ways of thinking and talking about illness and death are rare. Further, the unprecedented nature of Covid-19, as well as an increase in self-diagnosis via the internet (“cyberchondria”), has been associated with an overall rise in health anxiety..”
- Encountered:
- While reading the Guardian piece: Illness and death are facts of life – Buddhism teaches us to be mindful but not fearful of it
To see more Words of the Day, visit this link: Words of the Day
Rev. Joe’s Random Thought #2,921
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
There are folks whose mission in life is to travel, experiencing as many different roller-coasters in the various amusement parks across the nation and for that matter, around the world, as they can. I found several names for them, but coaster geeks was my favorite.
I bring this up as the other day I was texting back and forth with a friend. In a wise-ass response to one of her texts I remarked, “Marriage: The Ultimate Roller-Coaster.”
These enthusiasts could save a lot of travel expense and time with a couple gold rings and a bag or two of rice.
Just saying.
Chopping wood, folding t-shirts…
Recently I experienced my 26,298 rotation of this planet we call home. This triggered the lever that counts the number of orbits around the star we refer to as The Sun, setting it at 48 (in hexadecimal) total revolutions, beginning the 49th.
All these largish numbers put me in a reflective mood, a pensive frame of mind, going over what has transpired in all those rotations and orbits. All I could come up with is that it all has been rather pointless.
I then remembered a well known Zen koan:
“The novice says to the master, ‘What does one do before enlightenment?’
‘Chop wood. Carry water,’ replies the master.
The novice asks, ‘What, then, does one do after enlightenment?’
‘Chop wood. Carry water.”
Except in my case, having never chopped wood or carried water in the pioneer sense of the word, or even in the woodchuck sense…if a woodchuck could chuck wood, I say fold t-shirts, wash the dishes.
Enlightenment will, in all likelihood, have to wait until all the counters have been reset to zero, and I might get another shot at it… or not.
In the meantime, I am folding t-shirts and washing dishes.
Om mani padme hum
National Siblings Day – April 10, 2024
For the sake of truth in advertising, I kept looking for an image of brothers going at each other, fighting tooth and nail. All I could find were horribly saccharine, the one above being the less mawkish of the bunch.
My take… the greeting card industry is at it, again.
However, it does have a touching back story. Read about it here: National Siblings Day
And so it goes.
National Beer Day – April 7th
Quote of the Day – L. P. Hartley
Quote of the Day… not actually daily, but whenever I encounter one I think worth sharing and there are not too many in sequence. I like quotes as they frequently distill a piece of wisdom into a brief passage, or make other points very succinctly – such as the witticisms of Oscar Wilde.
“The past is a foreign country. They do things differently there.” ~~ L. P. Hartley: The Go-Between
To see more Quotes for Day, visit this link: Quotes for the Day
Vanity Plate for the Day – WLKABT
Vanity Plate of the Day… not actually daily, but whenever I encounter one in the wild that I think worth sharing and there are not too many in sequence. When I was commuting from my home to downtown St. Louis and back, I was spending anywhere from an hour and half to two hours daily in rush hour traffic. I used the exercise of deciphering vanity plates to help pass the time… plus sometimes they are very clever and worth sharing.
WLKABT
This was on the back of yet another Subaru Outback, this one an army green Outback in our neighborhood. The Outback name is inspiring all sorts of Australian themed vanity plates. I read this as the Australian aborigine custom of taking a walk-about, on the off chance you have not figured it out.
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Hopefully my Spanish sounds better
The other day while speaking with one of my long term Spanish tutors via Skype I made the comment that my Spanish was too poor to have been studying the language for as long as I have.
A few days later he sent me his video. The comment basically translates as “imagine you have been studying English for 5 years and you ended up speaking like this guy.”
Of course he sounds like every other good old boy I have ever known in Oklahoma, Arkansas, Tennessee, Mississippi, Texas or Missouri. One of my self-deprecating jokes is that I speak Spanish with a Southern accent, and it is not from the south of Spain.
Years ago I wrote a blog posting My Chinese Nightmare that was a take on this theme.
And so it goes.