This is me and Homer going over a floating Bridge in Vermont. I had wandered about and gotten lost... really? ... map said this was a highway ... hah! it was a state highway --- 67 comes to mind... can't remember and guess I could look it up but too lazy.

Anyway! I came UPON this bridge that said it was a floating bridge and sure enough it was. I reeeeally didn't want to go back the way I came! it was winding and a dirt road and it was getting late and I don't see all that well at night especially where there isn't ANY light...

So. Was standing by Homer saying very undainty bad words when a car across the bridge from the other side. I had my hands on my face like the Home Alone kid ... they stopped... nice middle aged couple... and I said... You just came across that bridge...

He said yes we did and my wife is going to go back across it ... it's fun. Well? they convinced me I needed to go across the bridge because there was a lovely little village there. And... really didn't want to go back the way I came. She went across and came back while he and I were talking... and she was smiling and wheeeeeeing...

I said.. ok. They said they would go across and take pictures of me coming across. And so they did and I did.

I'm about to start looking for a Roadtrek or Pleasureway or something small. I'll miss Homer but I want to be a gypsy until I die.

Went over to a group I belong to... I don't do individual emails except for one group the WGS group... and blast and dammit... two members are on their last legs. They have absolutely stellar attitudes.

This is a senior group and the members are from all over. It was started in the UK. Been a member for 5 years now. Like a family. Two have died. that's the freaking trouble with getting older... you die sooner.

I'm a gypsy dammit... I don't like to cook, clean or be responsible... and I don't like being an adult and so there!

ceiling cat

Sometimes I see beautiful lingerie ... and gossamer curtains covering an arch...

The weather has really been getting so much better. The east coast is miserable and Texas is still so hot ...  We're still hot but nothing compared to what it was. Nice morning and evening breezes with the highs in the lows 90s! nothing quite like standing on the porch and being surprised by a nice breeze... even taking the garbage bin out to the front feels better with a breeze.

Hopefully, after Labor Day, I can take a trip. At least them's my plans. Going to get in Homer and flip a coin. I would leave as early as Thursday but don't want the hassle of Labor Day celebrations... too damn old.

At least one good thing has come from this being sick for almost two weeks is a loss of appetite! If I don't want to eat? .... It's Katy bar the door time... scares me BUT I do believe it's the Universe's way of telling me ... to grow up. DAMN I hate being an adult... I sure as hell look like an adult... all gravity reversed...

I swear all my stuff didn't use to point down .. chin - arms - boobs- tummy - legs - there is nothing that is pointing upward... only when I look

By the way... I really like Lady Gaga....

I have to stand on my tail...

Always made/makes me tired to see an animal chase its own tail. I don't like it. I don't like to teach animals to beg.  Well, that would be a dog... hah! a cat would rather go kill something than beg... and a house cat doesn't have too much of an inclination to hunt...

A hundred years ago, I decided to live in a mobile home beside the owner's home in a most beautiful setting in the woods. Going to get decitified ... it's a word it's a word.. each and every time I tried to uncitify myself I broke into hives... but I tried.

I mean this was back when I had to work, comb my hair and bathe regularly.... the commute! the commute! and no staying downtown to play at happy hour...gonna even go to the little church in the dell type mindset.... hah and sigh

Had two cats... Puddin and Yorkshire - ;) ... saw them pouncing and chasing and rolling over and about doing what cats do until I saw them pouncing on something that was moving .... the paws were batting ... I went over to see what they were batting about ... poor little tiny mouse! They don't like their toy to not move .... so they bat it to death... can't stand it...

I rescued the mouse... but the point is ... eat it?

--to the tune of sitting on the Dock of the Bay...

Sittin on my tail... watching the lawn roll out to the sidewalk...

well? as I thought of that ditty ... it's time for YouTube... love love LOVE Otis.... and I have spent many a time sittin on the dock ... watching the ships roll in and some pretty amazing other stuff.... lots of fun stuff rolls in with the tide... driftwood especially and some gifted souls made some pretty amazing art of washed up stuff...

I picked up a few pieces for candle holders... that's creative, right?

I never stopped to think what life was all about...

"I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all."

Can't remember when I first heard this song...  could have even been on Hee Haw ;) .... living my plastic life ... it was one of the shows that just cracked me up --- Laugh In... gooood shows.

I saw/heard Roy Clark sing this and wondered how he knew my name.... hit home and hits home now. I'm really really really low.... I'll be all right... it's just being this age - 68 - and trying to figure out what the living breathing hell do I want to do with myself until I die... I get ideas and plans and ..... just get tired. Unless I just hop in Homer and leave and not think of any consequences.... I can't leave... can not.

No energy... been there done that attitude ... what do I think is important?... my mojo is shot and has been for some time... it gets worse trying to 'fix' it... insecure and silly.... thinking of my life --- absolutely nothing I have done right.... can't think of a damn thing.

This isn't to solicit sympathy... don't deserve it.... just wanted to see this explanation of me in black and white in a public forum.... why? beats the hell outta me. I've tried everything else.

Haaaaa... another song on Hee Haw... Doom, Despair, Misery on me... If it weren't for bad luck... I'd have no luck atall... woe... Haaaaa... poor pitiful ol thing...

Here's Roy...



Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I'd always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
And only now I see how the years ran away.

Yesterday when I was young
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.

--- Instrumental ---

Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do.
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play.

There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
The time has come for me to pay for
Yesterday when I was young..

Two months old! and a definition

Happy Birthday to you.....
Happy Birthday to you....
Happy BIRTHday dear bl..og....
Happy Birthday to you ...
and many moooore

Two months ago yesterday.... I bore my blog. Forgot it yesterday... too busy with it being whatta day!

Very interesting... I just looked up BORE ... as always in the English language ... there are multiple definitions for one little ol word... I think this is interesting. Perhaps when I get to travel more... I might expand my horizons to other than reading the dictionary... maybe not.

Anyway... for anyone's edification and amazement as well as possible amusement...

Here's an edited my version....

bore --

• make a hole in something
• hollow out (a tube or tunnel) : try to bore the tunnel at the correct angle.
• bore into - figurative (of a person's eyes) stare harshly at : your terrible blue eyes bore into me.
• short for borehole .

• a person whose talk or behavior is dull and uninteresting : a crashing bore who tells the same old jokes over and over.

• a tedious situation or thing : it's such a bore cooking when one's alone.
• a steep-fronted wave caused by the meeting of two tides or by the constriction of a tide rushing up a narrow estuary.
• endure (an ordeal or difficulty) : she bore the pain stoically.
• manage to tolerate (a situation or experience) : she could hardly bear his sarcasm
• give birth to (a child) : she bore six daughters - his wife had borne him a son.

• the past of bear

Well? there you have it...