A patsy to his own delusions - Originally posted to BMGS 1.0 Thursday, October 18, 2007

I was hesitant to “put myself out there” as I did yesterday with the Blues that have been playing as my soundtrack lately. I’m probably like a lot of guys in that whatever pain I feel when I am feeling pain never seems as bad as the pain that I imagine I will feel if I tell anyone I am feeling pain. Hope you kept up with me there.

Anyway, yeah, it wasn’t easy to fess up to that, but it brought me blessings:

· people I care about reaching back over to care about me. Anyone who thinks he doesn’t need some of that sometimes is just a patsy to his own delusions.

· me getting mindful enough, because I wrote a little bit about it, to figure out things I needed to do to improve my day, my week, my life. I took a nice long walk, had dinner with a friend, talked to my younger daughter on the phone, sent flowers and a teddy bear to my older daughter, ate right, applied myself a little better to my work, and went to bed at a decent hour.

Something else: I said in yesterday’s post that I might show up at my daughter’s cross-country meet (she coaches). A few minutes later I learned she had just had an appendicitis attack while on a mini-vacation on Amelia Island and is in the hospital in Jacksonville. She’s in the second trimester of her first pregnancy, so it’s nothing routine. But she’s okay, and baby, my first grandchild, is fine. So it is no accident that I was feeling blue yesterday morning and Sunday.

In the Port Huron Statement, they said “Everything is connected.” I don’t know if I buy that. I guess my version would be the tautology: “When we are connected, we are connected.”

Going to work out late afternoon, then drive down to Plainville for GA.



Thursday's Soundtrack

Singin, pickin, & politickin....

I don't apply a political litmus test to baseball players like Curt Schilling or singers like Kid Rock. But that doesn't mean that I can't be a little bit happy to hear my NPR station toutin a program this mornin by talkin about how Merle Haggard has become a Democrat. Used to be that the only things Merle really knew enough to sing about were lovin, fightin, prizzin and drinkin. Can't be a bad thing if he is addin to the list.