Tempus Fugit 2016

In a year I never imagined, in a month I could never foresee, I find January coming to a close faster than I could ever dream.  This strange year sixteen of the 21st century, has not only arrived, but the first month has just been burned, used up, spent.  As I type, there are only hours left to January. It does not seem possible.

What’s been done these past four weeks is done. Work performed, things accomplished, time wasted. For better or worse, all that is in the books. It can’t be undone and that time won’t be coming back.

There was a time in my life when there was no sense of time.  Life seemed endless, like I was lost in a perpetual, youthful, now.

Clearly, this was a delusion. Time keeps flying faster and faster.

The only question now seems to be, how much is left?

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A January Weekend

Rolling into work early on a January friday morning. The sign at the bank says 22 degrees. Pedestrians hurry along with breath steaming as they make their way in the cold. A jetliner rises steadily and silently from the horizon in the cloudless blue sky.
I stop at the red light. A woman on the corner is angry a bus didn’t pick her up. She is literally and figuratively steaming. I sympathize,  and even more so, when I see she’s with her bundled up child. I go to work.

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A massive storm moves up the East coast Saturday morning.  The news reports a national disaster. We go shopping and a snow squall hits. We feel bad for the poor, snow-challenged denizens of the mid-Atlantic states  but we’re happy it’s them not us. Later, in a full-fledged blizzard, we struggle through the blinding snow to the corner pub for a cozy dinner. The storm abates. We walk through the drifts on the way home under the stars. Winter is beautiful. At home my snow blower won’t start. I am no longer enchanted with the wintry evening.

Sunday morning. The world looks beautiful under its pristine white blanket. I feed the birds and go to church. Not a cloud in the sky.  We relax and watch football.

I try not to think about rolling into work on Monday.

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On the Sixth Day of Christmas…

On the Sixth Day of Christmas I visited a person in jail. Technically, it was the House of Correction (HOC).  When the HOC was built in Boston, the powers that be decided that anyone trying to visit also needed to be punished, so there is no public parking. Consequently, I always take a bus to the Boston Medical Center (BMC) and then walk on over to the jail when I need to make a visit. The BMC basically serves as the public hospital for the homeless and mentally ill of the city. The streets around the hospital teem with lost souls seeking medical care, shelter, or one of the methadone clinics in the area. I made my way through several knots of junkies and homeless engaged in street drama before I got to the forbidding  four lane highway I had to cross to get to the jail.

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The House of Correction is set in a forlorn, former industrial part of town. I hurried past old warehouses-some in use, some abandoned. All the side streets are permit parking for the guards. No parking for the public.  Everyone else can go screw because, well, the screws got all the parking spots! It was cold and threatening to sleet/snow when I got to the jail. I was in luck because a food truck- not a hip millennial food truck, an old school roach coach– was parked out front with hungry guards milling about. I bought a piece of pizza from the truck and went inside to visit. The visit was fine.

On the way back, I waited alongside the highway for the crossing-light to change. A discarded sign lay on the ground, intermittent sleet falling on it,  from one of the many panhandlers who frequent the intersection. Written with magic-marker on the soggy cardboard was something like: I’m not a jerk, I want to work but etc..etc… Not a bad pitch. The light change and I crossed the street.

Looking back I noticed a small flock of geese on a grassy area near an on ramp. Not quite six-geese-a-laying.

On the Sixth Day of Christmas I visited a person in jail.

Happy New Year!!!

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A Merry Christmas Season

It takes some doing.

Another Christmas season is upon us, and peace on earth and goodwill among men, women, seems to be in shorter supply than it has been in a long time. But that shouldn’t stop those of us who celebrate the season from taking time to find some peace and goodwill somewhere on this earth. Getting into the Christmas spirit takes effort. Considering the state of Victorian England that compelled Dickens to write the Christmas Carol, it probably has always been that way.

We attended a public sing-along of Handel’s Messiah last weekend to jump start our flagging festive spirits.  It was Friday night and we didn’t want to go after a tough week but we forced ourselves to schlep on over to he nearby school. In the interest of promoting peace on earth, I didn’t sing along myself because I now accept that I can’t sing and I didn’t want to ruin any one’s holiday spirit with my off-key warbling. A men’s a capella group sang  Stlle Nacht. It was beautiful

It was nice to get into the Christmas spirit but it did take some effort.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and Happy Holidays to all!

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Thanksgiving 2015

November is about Thanksgiving and remembrance.

Cold, leafless November. The brilliant leaves swirl down, falling on the brown, dry leaves that fell first.  After another trip around the sun, Nature is getting ready for inevitable winter and I remind myself I need to do some raking.

Inside, the Christmas cactus is in full bloom a month early. Is it global warming, or  the Christmas cactus is somehow synchronized with mass-marketing, and blooming in time for Black Friday?  The National Football Religion broadcasts a full day of services to the faithful.  Bread, turkey and circuses.

As always,  there is a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

The most important is remembering  to be thankful  all year round.  Each and every day.

A grateful heart is a happy one!

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A Real Halloween Scare

It’s nice to have my blog back. Two days ago, the blog went off-line due to some technical difficulties with the web-hosting service. Was it gremlins causing problems? Things that go bump in the night bumped me off-line? Not only was the blog down, but three years of blogging were probably gone too. Only a handful of posts were backed up as text documents. Most of my posts were toast!

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It was certainly a bit of a shock. Thirty-six months of self-absorbed ramblings lost to posterity. Gonzo. I felt bad. But, then I looked at my two cats sleeping in the sun on the back of the couch.

Oh well,  I’d rather have my two feline buddies than any ol’ blog.

At any rate, after two days, IT was able to restore the site. This time around I will be sure to back everything up.

I can’t count on the blog to have nine lives!

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A Pleasant October Surprise

October marks the third anniversary of this blog. The anniversary was in the back of my mind the other day as I looked through some old files at the office. In a dusty box under my desk I discovered a folder from over a decade ago that looked like a good candidate for shredding. Leafing through, I found several documents that told the story of a forgotten business deal from back in the day. I read the names and the details all came back. I wondered what had become of everyone involved.

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Then I came across an old, printed-out email. It didn’t look like business, and upon closer inspection I was surprised to see it was from my mother. She had passed away five years ago, so finding it –especially in an old business file–was a pleasant surprise.

It was from 2004, and my mom was taking a creative writing class. She had emailed me her latest effort which took me even further back in time than ’04. The story was about a Halloween costume she made me when I was in first grade.  Apparently, I didn’t tell her I needed the costume until the last minute, so she made it out of tin-foil and other things she quickly put together from around the house. I went as a shiny silver alien of some sort and won first prize.

I had forgotten that incident entirely, but as I read the story all the details came back. It was a nice memory.

It made me think of all we forget.

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What Life is Like Sometimes

I was thinking the other day, that life is like being at a baseball game.  It’s a beautiful day. The grass is green. The sky is blue. Your team is up by seven. You are winning. Everything’s great.

But you really don’t know it’s a baseball game. You think this is how it is suppose to be. And you think things aren’t suppose to change. If there is change, well, the change is upsetting how things are suppose to be.

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You don’t realize that where you are is culmination of a million changes. Where you are is a snapshot in time, and there’s no reason, no way, those changes aren’t going to keep happening.

Life is like that, sometimes.

Then you grow up I suppose….However belatedly that might be.

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The Last Quiet Mornings of Summer

In these final days of summer, I’ve been making a special effort to savor every last minute of the season. Year round I like to get up early and go for a run. Not surprisingly, it’s a especially nice to go for an early jog in the summer. No rushing cars. No bustling people. Cool and comfortable. Just a blessed, serene world waking up and me jogging along.

Last week I went out for a run and was treated to a remarkably beautiful sight.  A young crescent moon was rising in the early dawn along with  a brilliant Venus and nearby Mars.  I  dashed inside to grab my binoculars and do a little amateur astronomy before work and the sun came up. In the lightening sky, and using my mega-binoculars, I could just make out Venus too was a crescent, perfectly mimicking the crescent moon.  To the left was the red, glowering Mars. How many times had that conjunction occurred in my life?  Would it occur again in my lifetime? How many humans had witnessed it through history? It was a sublime sight and a great way to start a day.

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In the calm beauty of the world waking up it’s a challenge not to become cynical and think everything would be better without humans. The no-humans concept really is a waste of time to dwell upon, and has more to do with self-righteousness than concern for refugees, children, the environment, animals, etc…

I then jogged over to the Y for an early workout.  The peaceful early morning calm was destroyed by the oomph-oomph-oomph, pulsing beat of a spin class. Worse. They were spinning to an 80’s pop hit that was a piece of musical debris thirty years ago and hadn’t aged any better.  I turned around and ran out of there.

The sun was up. Venus and the crescent moon were fading. Mars was lost in the light blue sky. Cars were roaring by on the street. Drivers were honking at eachother.

It really is a challenge not to think the world would be better without people.

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Beyond the Last McDonald’s

A gorgeous summer Sunday.  We were driving back to Boston. Traffic was bad on the Mass Turnpike so we got off in Palmer and took Route 20 past the I-84 traffic jam. We had just visited an elderly uncle who wasn’t doing well. He had been going in and out of a rehabilitation facility recovering from a bout of something or other. No sooner would he get home then he’d come down with something and be back in rehab. It was tough on him and his family.

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We rode along.  Then we got talking about the Hamburger Wars. All the classic fast-food burger chains fighting against the upstart fresh-burger shacks.  We decided to go to Wendy’s for lunch because we hadn’t been there in a while.

“It’s coming up on the left,”I said.

“I thought it was beyond the last McDonald’s,” she said.

We ate lunch. The burger’s were okay. We talked a bit about my uncle and my cousins, and who was going to take care of us when we were old and sick.

Then we got back in the car and resumed our drive, beyond the last McDonald’s.

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