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How to Do Better Than Good
The Mustard Tree
Normal?
There is a space where you just get by. I have passed through it from time to time. I have never hung out there. It seemed like being numb. I reckon I would rather be in pain than numb. Call me crazy but at 11 thousand feet sometimes each breath is painful, especially at sub zero. You cannot be more alive. OK that 10 thousand foot parachute jump into south of Nogales is up there along with getting married or having a child. Technicalities my friends.
I was doing good and visited a buddy to yack about silly things like a death penalty case he was handling and asking me about how to create empathy. That is an easy one. About 30% of people have empathy to some degree. So to move empathy you must feel. Do a metaphorical holding hands of some sort. Relate your pain and angst regarding the subject. Do no positive vibes.
Perhaps a game? Don’t know and do not care to cogitate on it. My job is to teach lawyers to feel. I like it. It is said that a surgeon treats the illness and a nurse treats the patient. It is said that a lawyer takes care of the client and a jury takes care of justice. Don’t look to me I have a hard enough time just taking care of life. Buy me a Cadillac and I will look great for a bit. Buy me a Corolla and I will get where I need to be for over a decade. My car is five years older than my near 9 year old son. My brother still has the truck my family bought used before I was born. That old Chevy pickup truck is doing better than good.
Four great children, a great ex-wife and a bride that competes with Helen of Troy. I heard the fish were jumping down Chula Vista way and that rain will come by Thursday. Our Winter Garden is going great and our neighbor Steve went around the big block with me today. (just two strokes and he is on the comeback at 80) I was looking for “good” today and it totally slipped from my view. I will try again tomorrow. But my hopes are not high. We do not do “good” in these here parts. We do great.
Out Of Control
Piute
Good Enough
They did something about the shut down I heard. My wife who lost her job thereby said that the funds do not pay her back as she was part time for the Navy. I slipped a hundred from my pick up on work. Not much but at least some hope. We prayed teared and smiled. The boy’s birthday party this year will be small and cheap, but he gets it. Maybe hugs will last longer and there is no price on that.
Reminds me of Tulsa. I had done a good 20 hrs. Holding one eye closed seemed to cut the double vision to a minimum. Something tired about my feet on the clutch and break as I tried to bring my 18 wheeler down from fifty five to zero. A little too much gravel but we brought her in safely to our “five and dime”. I crawled into my “cab over” and passed out. The diesel running of course. Kind of that empty feeling leading toward wanting to puke a dry puke. Eric just close those eyes up and the white lines from the freeway will end soon. Boy you know the night moves and cascading of the day will end. Breathe and concentrate on your gal Betty.
I was doing the mean Tom Cat from Ben and Jerry. Tougher than chewing up nails and spitting them up like a Tommy Gun. Yah yah boy, you are going down like a slick sewage. Stay down boy lest I blaster disaster you.
Now I heard tell about family dinners and how important they are. My mom was the queen of such matters. Miss a seven o’clock meal call and you were the toast. I do not go there. Miss fun in the kitchen and you miss out. The boy whips and slices and mixes and dices. We yack it up so much that there is repetition at a dinner. I reckon folks don’t have time to just giggle it up and read together and throw catch. I figure that dinner time is the only time they gaggle.
Dinner time for us is to sit and savor. What the stars are like and what the teacher did is already old news. We just chitchat all afternoon long. I wonder what it is like without that. I wonder about folks who only have dinner time to talk to each other. Never did it myself after I left my mom’s yolk. Aren’t you supposed to yak it up during reading and laughing? I was sitting on the toilet seat down and he was in the tub. We decided that that was weird. But we kept talking about baseball.
I have issues. Perhaps by death I will figure them out. For now lets not make a place to talk but rather a space.
Somewhere North of Paris
We Do Good But We Can Do Better
Please Do Not Have a Good Day
Time is the deal. Without enough time there is not enough time. That just might be the stupidest sentence that has ever made sense. Decades ago I realized that I could only do so much in a 24 hour period. I had to get over it. And when I did I found that I could do two things at once. We call it multi-tasking now. I love doing it but I refuse to do it to the detriment of communication. Yes that relates to driving and texting.
But here is a cool thing. “Doing stuff together.” So there is a distinction here. If I talk to you on the phone and you are cooking and I am raking that is not that cool. Now if we are both in our kitchen and talking about when to add spice now that is way cool. I do technical stuff on the phone with my buddies (you would call them clients) We are talking away and discussing the same document 500 miles from each other.
Whatever you do play; cards, board games, darts, catch, walking, reading and electronics together. Note I say “play” here. Playing, or the art of just having fun is optimum and essential to life. Do it with another and is exponentially fun. Now add in the chit chat and you have a recipe that will rise above a good life.
The boy was learning the arts of nailing and screwing while we fixed the fence. But we were discussing something fun. (two things here: “nailing” and “screwing” are used properly here hihihi. And talking about igneous and sedimentary rocks is fun for us. No laughing here, we just rock that way – get it? ;-)
“Good”. What a strange word indeed. I just love that Google search for definitions. I probably use it 3 times a day. Perhaps ¼ of the time it is just plain wrong. But looking up “good” is good. But those definitions for good strike me as wrong. Good to me is basically boring. “Good” to me is like when you are depressed and just breathing is good enough.
Last night was great! Today is going to be “more greater”. Maybe I could put it like this. Star gazing is good. Doing it with a loved one is better. Standing up and reaching for the stars together is better yet. But gazing and reaching and dancing is great. Life is a pancake. What topping you choose to put on it is your call.