This is my 50!

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Toss this piece of written nonsense.  If it is a piece of paper…use it to wipe.  Disregard it and hit the like button…As though you have read all of the blog, but indeed, did not!

Do with it as you please.

You, being, the fellow; blogger, reader, writer, artist…etc!

If I were in your shoes.   To which, I have been…course, a younger version of my now ‘self’…I would have smiled, nodded and walked away saying,

‘Fuck that fruitcake!’

Course, none of what I would have just read, as youthful version of myself: Wouldn’t have been on something called,  tablet, PC, laptop, multi media device.  Every written item, by another creative writer, older but not as cute as I, would have been written, on a royal typewriter!

I held on this little shard of memorabilia.  For obvious reasoning…  witnessing the acme that now sits perfectly in the Bruce Willis jowls.  Pretending that I am not only…post menstrual, but menopausal.  Etc., etc., seems irrelevant to anyone under…49!

Yet, writing is cathartic!

What other up’s and down’s?

You gain weight.  You cannot lose it in a nanosecond.  The aches keep you up and the pills to take care of them…put you to sleep.  You hope you see the moment where pot is legalized…before, the pills take your liver.  You remember people who have gone on to greener pastures…with a song.

You get pissed with your spouse for jokingly saying that your feet…

‘Look like your grandmothers!’

Your spouse, also, recommends that you…

‘take it easy.’

After two hours of shoveling!

The list goes on and on…when This Is Your 50!

Therefore, for those who have gathered around my words…the two remaining followers who find this interesting…

I have developed a list.

A list I wrote on the way to the orthopedist…to schedule my fifth surgery in 1.5 years.

 

I will attempt to rate the following, as if addressing, my younger self.  Because no one else should follow the examples of an old Hippie with an attitude problem.

  • When feeling edged out, attempt to not say things…you do not mean.  Particularly when someone will call you out on…not keeping your side of the street clean.
  • Remember, every word counts.!  Other than, can’t, won’t, shouldn’t.
  • Do one thing everyday that makes you feel uncomfortable.
  • Do not own it.  If you did not buy into it.
  • Treasure who you choose to spoon with.
  • When adopting a four-legged friend…Do not pick them.  Let them pick you!
  • Download,

‘I am Woman!’

The original version by Helen Reddy.

I have taken the liberty of providing it for you…

Sing it til your heart’s content.  At least, once a month.  Whether you need a feminist pick me up or not!

  • Buy a copy of Thelma and Louise and do not be afraid to cry at the end.  I have also taken the liberty of providing a link of sage advice from the characters!

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  • No matter your finances, save for that one item you have always wanted.  Even if you can never afford it.  The fun is in the joy of possibility!
  • Speaking of personal treasures.  I finally bought my first moped about 12 years ago.  I have graduated from .50 cc to 150 cc.  I need a motorcycle licence so I can drive the big rig.  8 years ago…I blew a flat.  The tire became stuck in the rear fender…And, ass over tea kettle I went.  At about 40 miles per hour.  I received a lot of physical damage and basically, shook when getting back on the bike, again, after the accident.  No matter how frightening…if you fall off the moped…get back on!
  • Believe that there is a Higher Power for you…And, YOU, ain’t it!
  • Dogs really do smile.
  • Cats are some king of strange god…To which we will never fully understand.
  • Do not mask your truth with perfumes, dyes, make-up and unnatural colors.  Wear you with dignity!
  • Hold your soul mate’s hand when they feel great.  Have their back…when they feel small.
  • Always forgive those who have harmed you.  No matter how long it takes.  However, do not forget the hurt.

The hurt is part and parcel of who you are!

  • Make your own art.  I had a friend who made decorations out of used soap.  She sold the remnants online and boasted about cutting down on the ‘waste’…,cleaning up the environment! (no pun intended)  I never understood the ‘meaning’ of her art.  But appreciated the beauty of her dedication and imagination.
  • The hardest person to please is you.
  • The first person you should love…is you.
  • No matter how strange and unique you feel.  No matter how alone your…particularly peculiar you is…  After having lived 50 years and meeting many great freaky people…have great courage.  There are more just as different as you are.
  • Never eat cheap Chinese take out and go on a carnival ride with an operator who weighs 500 pounds and has a t-shirt that says,

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  • Avoid using the word ‘hate’!
  • Better than purchased beauty?  Free charisma!
  • Reach Out!
  • Everyone has a story.  Everybody has a badge of courage!  Wear it with Pride!

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In ending,  or at least, until I hit 60!  I have had to disconnect with a perpetually dysfunctional family.  I have had to redefine what kindred spirits…I want in my life.  For various reasons, a decision, with the help of my wife, to distance myself from karma that had bogged me down…most of my life.  Physically, after all the surgeries, walking is not only a joy…it is a gift.  Getting away with a day not blanketed in pain…is highly unusual.  Yet, my writing, my photographs are inspired by the beauty outside my door…so as Gloria Gaynor puts it…

I will survive.

Enjoy the day, as if it will never come again…because it will not!

Post Script?

‘There is no rest for the wicked.  But on occasion, it is okay to give yourself a break.

P.S.S.?

The sex?  It isn’t always on a picnic table on top of New Hampshire’s tallest mountain.

However, the write-off is the gift.  A gift that words cannot describe.  A remembrance, a present, that there is a mutual acknowledgment between two people.  An acknowledgment that nothing can replace what you have together!  And, that nothing never will.

“Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.” =Browning
“Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.” =Browning

 

Radical ’89

 

As she sat  banging away at the keyboard.  Sitting in front of the forever writing device…always allowed her to think of the ‘days’.  The flashes of time that were many; dangerous and stringy with a writer’s thoughts.  College days!  Four years of higher minds and the banging out of ‘Baby Dyke’  autobiography.

RandomwordbyRuth wasn’t even a zit on liberal’s ass…in those times.
Course, the autobiography would not be entitled, Baby Dyke!  It was to be given the simple listing as…the Cancer part I and the Cancer part II.  But when you are fresh out of a cluttered closet…the two are one in the same.
Twenty some odd years ago, the times they were a changing.  The college had decided that being single sexed…was not a profitable idea.  The student body of 1/4 feminist in training…felt that having a college president who’s morals were filled with corporate ideas…had been a selection poorly made.
Current day, the times were still a changing.  The keyboard had gone from a Royal Fleetwood ’72 to a, still in training, Chromebook  ’14.
The world had grown, immensely, and that had been, a most significant…revolution!
Our ancient times, college grad., was tallying polls, volunteers and/or anything else that moved and voted.
“How different?  How unique to see these persons…these albeit strangers…come together from homes, that were villages apart, and stand for a common cause.”
Children of preteen years, holding hands with both Mom and Dad…while heading out the doors of the staging location.  Inter-racial couples, two women who had married not days before, elderly men and blue collar workers!  All uniquely qualified to stand for a REVOLUTION!
Bernie Sanders had not only been the honoree to this vestige of canvassers.  He had also brought about something that many had never witnessed.
However, Mr. Sanders, stood for something, that a few, had sensed before.
She, the ancient college grad., started her own coo, back at that typewriter. Many years before.  Banging out the lyrics to, I Am Woman!  Preparing to take matters to the next level, if need be, the moment her school choose to go co-ed.
None of that went over well with her parents.  Particularly when a picture of her in torn up jeans…smoking a cigarette, vowing to sit out classes, showed up on the front page of the one and only state wide newspaper.
Today, yesterday and all the pages in between, didn’t really matter in the grander scheme of things.  Change was change was making a difference meant getting off the fence and standing up for things you believed in.
 There had years of volunteering to help combat the A.I.D.S., misconception.  Years spent helping recovering addicts.  Glimpses into times and tribulations of the abuse of animals.  All relative forms of service to the community.
Sitting back, now, I listen to 3 or 4 avid constituents of unconventional political party discussing… radical change.
Friendly arguments, civil humorous spats over the state of the state and the perishing world; the atmosphere is none different than twenty years ago.
 Most likely, other than decor and clothing style…no much has changed from those progressives sitting around a wood-stove.  Liberals that traveled for days to a little shack way north of the Mason Dixon line.  A tiny little cabin that would house the ideals of a hopeful few.  A hopeful organic cluster of people wanting to do away with slavery.
Course, being several years beyond my term at college, the ancient graduate that I am.
I just watch the prophets and the forward thinkers and wonder…
“If we all sat back.  There would be nothing in front of us that would be worth getting radical about.  Nothing should remain the same but change!”

 

Ripple Monday

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Ripple Monday…

Today, something borrowed, something New England ice blue and

a little something for a harried world to hold onto!

Don’t get too lost in all I say…

BUT…

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine. And, my tunes were played on the harp

unstrung. Would you hear my voice come through the music?

Would you hold it dear as if it were your own?

It’s a hand-me down, the thoughts are broken. Perhaps, they’re better

left unsung.

I don’t know. Don’t really care.

Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water. When there is no pebble tossed. Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty. If your cup is full may it be again.

Let it be known there is a fountain; that was not made

by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway. Between the dawn and

the dark of night.

And, if you go

no one may follow. That path is for your steps alone.


You who choose to lead…must follow. But if you fall…you fall alone.

If you should stand then who is to guide you?

If I knew the way I would take you home!

Have a very fruitful day!

-RandomwordbyRuth

WE love you Jerry…Wish you were here to steer!

*lyrics by Jerry Garcia, Ripple