Totally irrelevant

Life is how it should be. Our expectations of it sometimes make this point a bit off kilter. I really enjoy the notion that “man plans and God laughs”. In our humble little home we pray. We petition by name in particular but the rest is just to let God’s will be done. Boy o Boyo He has thrown me some 90 miles per hour curve balls. I swing and I miss. Perhaps that is so I stay in the batter’s box and try again.

Politics. What an interesting thing politics are. I do not watch live TV. But I like to read. I like to read differing points of view. I like quotes taken out of context. Maybe that is because I am a writer by trade and generally I am more interested in the writer’s mindset than the possible facts. I question everything. Heck I check the heat of the water 5 times before jumping into my shower. I used to get involved but nowadays politics have me grabbing a bag of popcorn and enjoying the show.

Religion is so fascinating. I love to go to big Catholic churches and just kind of chill out and hang out. No I am not Catholic. But I just love their churches and the pomp and circumstance of the liturgy. Sermons do make you think, but for me not much feeling going on there. More an experience and study of people.

I have dispensation to take communion there being an old Episcopalian preacher. Communion is cool it is like eating and drinking in the love with others. I hung out in a Buddhist temple yesterday to hide from the rain and pray to Christ. (dispensation is a pardon from canonical laws which I helped to sympathize with Catholic and Episcopal) Like a treaty.

Weather is so cool. I do not do stuff like the weather channel. I read a simple report. But my boy and I love weather. Nothing better than playing catch in the rain. We like heat too so we can go outside and sweat like men grrrr. Cold means more blankies and hot means fans and open windows. How cool is that?

Taxes. I live is Southern California. We are taxed to death. My wife and I simply give thanks for all the good our government does with the money. It seems they are terribly wasteful. But grow up in a communist regime and this is all good. As for me I don’t think 90% of it goes into personal pockets but maybe 10%, I can live with that after spending some time living under a dictator. The life around us is real good so I think paying my taxes is pretty much working.

Needing and wanting. Sorry I can’t remember when. Even that stint in a Parisian jail, they fed, clothed and sheltered me. And heck that was back in the 70’s.

The dangdest thing I used to preach was about looking for the good. Other folks like to fight. Let them. That may be their calling. I think we grow and not unusual for 20 something to 40 something to fight. There is a valid notion of old men sending young off to fight as being wrong. Seems to a degree young men like to fight, maybe that was just me.

Over population is a very bad thing and I have added to that situation. I often have the strangest of thoughts. What if the millions and millions lost in war were around to have 4 more children? Clearly just a thought of intangibles. Clearly no morality there.

If there was a winter of discontent, I missed it, must have gotten there late or something. Maybe I bought the ticket and gave it away as I did not like that opera. Don’t know. Some folks notice I have depression but nobody notices I suffer from it as I do not. I still pinch myself a few times a week to make sure this life is really that great. I may have a genius IQ but I am not smart enough to figure the way of love. I am happy about that. Something to keep striving for and practice.

Oh my friends how much more can you delight

Every morning I wake before the light

Not exuding but including

Something there today eluding

So happy is this withered soul

How much more can God dole

One day I won the race

Yet to me I came face to face

Maybe a burden I have become

To those who love me a little some

The smile upon my face is very clear

But I’ve no Idea what holds it dear

I seem to have forgotten loss

Into a victory my hat to toss.

I often wonder what it is to lose

No matter the outcome I can choose

We listen to rain oh so sweet

But we rush out to raindrops meet

Perhaps they call this life so good

But in the rain we wear no hood

A blanket rain drapes upon us well

The rain we think is just so swell

My boy and I dance to weather’s delight

We snuggle up in heavens so right

The boy and I know no defeat

How can pure love ever take a back seat?

There is simply no way enough time

For us to talk enough of life sublime

Tomorrow may have some heady things

We care not of what tomorrow brings

Get the shampoo and get ready

A shower we take in the rain so steady

Some think we might be strange

But weeding is now to arrange

The ground is soaked so pull them all

Who knows the next rain fall

We have some serious issues in this world. Around here we get to add to the cure. “Love love the magical treat the more you give the more you meet”. I really like the term “catch your death of a cold”. My mom was a practical nurse and my dad a doctor. They would kick us out into snow, rain and sleet. I only missed school from sickness when I was contagious. Maybe ten days my whole childhood. My nine year old has missed 3 days of school for sickness ever (now in the third grade) and those were for contagions also. I claim illness so I can lay around all day and read. Probably a sin.

My boy and I have some kind of disorder. Don’t know the name or prognosis. No matter what it is we are doing we don’t want to stop and do the next indicated step. Don’t want to bathe, but when we bathe we don’t want to stop. Writing, don’t want to stop but cruising out in nature and usually makes me not want to stop and trim my roses, trimming roses and I don’t want to stop and go cooking, and on and on. The boy does not want to go to school. But at school he is bummed I come and get him. Playing outside and he does not want to come in, but once in has more stories to tell than Clemons etc. etc..

Maybe like this:

We love what we do moment to moment

Of the next we so often lament

What could be better than what do

Maybe just to be with you

I do not want to stop is great

But I know I have another date

So we trudge at the first

But then rise up and go for the purse

Love you peoples

Eric