Frustratedly Working to Gain Access to My Own Blog!!!

 Well, for some reason - I can't access my blog - well - I can access it - but I can't edit it - how I was able to get on this page - I don't know - because when I've tried before - I ended up on a page telling me to create a blog - but I had one - then I read somewhere that if I went ahead and created a new blog with the old name (this blog's name) - it would miraculously gain me access to my old blog - but that didn't happen - it just created a new blog - and the worst of it is - when I go from my old blog (this one) to my profile - it takes me to a new profile page - ARGH!!!!

THE WRITER’S PATH: CHAPTER SIX; Story, ex. – What Just Happened to You

This is now how this is supposed to work, is it!?!

I need this to work!!

If this is working - show up on my blog!!!

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By George, I think I’ve got it!!!

 

Countdown to Cali

So! 

 I’ve got the laundry done but the bags aren’t packed.

I’ve one more workout and a half a half night’s sleep after tonight.

We’re leaving early Tuesday morning and it ought to be great.

And it will be.

It’s just that I always spend the last couple of days before a trip feeling like I’m completely out of control (though, I’m not at all); wondering to myself:

What do I pack? How much should I take? Will it all fit in the bag I’m taking? Will they allow the bag on the plane? 

I don’t want to check luggage. 

Should I be taking vials of cologne? Will they be deemed ‘suspect’ and be removed? 

Must I endure yet another ‘frisking’ after I’ve told them a million times I have an artificial hip on the left side? 

Why do they treat me (and so many others) as criminals; guilty until proven innocent? 

I understand the need for security but when you actually have some sort of impediment to travel, like an artificial hip - or any other bionic element, why must they drag you out of the line to endure, at times, the most humiliating treatment. 

And, hey! 

Before you go all crazy on me - I’m not that sensitive when it comes to these things. It’s just that, there is reasonable and then - there is unreasonable. 

And the way many of these guys behave makes one just a little bit testy - but you can’t be. 

Because they have the ability to completely ruin your trip by either making you miss your plane or detain you for some sort of insubordination. 

It’s crazy. 

So, those of us with artificial limbs, etc, must keep our silence; allow ourselves to be prodded and poked, searched repeatedly by greedy little hands and not say a word - in other words, we must resign ourselves to the state of the state. 

But I digress…

I’m going to a family reunion.

I’m excited about seeing people I haven’t seen in years.

I know it will be strange.

But I am up for the strangeness.

And my partner is coming too - and will participate - at least for one night.

This is a huge, huge thing.

It’s going to be great.

And I can’t wait.

Though I could do without the hands in my waistband and in my crotch - that’s just icky.

Try not to imagine it now.

Thank you.

And.

Good night.

Two Pounds!? Where'd They Come From!?

Perhaps I’m being slightly dramatic - but over the last few days, I’ve gained a couple of pounds - unintentionally.

I’d like to believe it to be muscle - but that ‘rubbery-ring’ around my middle tells me it’s not.

And yet - I’m working out quite hard; lifting more weight than I ever have in my entire life; my diet remains the same so - how could that be?

I have no easy answer. Is it stress? But from what?

I think I’m just ‘transitioning’.

And perhaps I’m not noticing that there is actually muscle developing - somewhere - below that - rubbery ring.

I know, I know - I exaggerate.

I’ve never been fitter or looked finer; I’ve nothing to complain about.

But I don’t see how striving to be one’s best should ever be construed as being negative - working towards a goal requires discipline and a critical eye - simply observing the fluctuations along the way does not constitute a desire to fail but rather, the ability to see clearly what further needs to be done.

Or something like that…

This is what I know: Unless it’s muscle - the two pounds are going…

And with that -

Good night!

Let the Games Begin!

Okay, so I’m not a huge sports fan (or maybe I’m lying to myself) but I do love the pageantry of the Olympics and other such grand gatherings. I mean - how could you not?

Their youthful exuberance and the desire to strive for excellence on the international stage is contagious.

Not that I have any desire to compete, mind you - but the sense of potential brought forth through the gathering of such power and energy in these youthful athletes, inspires one, no matter what age, to strive to be the best that you can be - no matter how corny that sounds.

And I must say - London, or rather, the United Kingdom, has done it right; combining the solemnity of the historic aspects of the games and the country, with a certain amount of ‘English humour’, that made the entire event quite entertaining for a change.

Usually, you get these ‘symbolic’ large group numbers that you can’t really tell what the heck is going on - but somehow - they made it work.

Perhaps the trick was to get a movie director (Danny Boyle) to create the opening ceremonies, for directors, such as himself, are the ones who can truly visualize a ‘new’ take on what had become routine and expected.

I mean, having Mr. Bean become a part of the ceremony was priceless and added a bit of levity to the usual three hour extravaganza(which the opening ceremony has become) from which you are likely to being to drift away - brilliant, truly!

And don’t get me started on the Queen and James Bond.

You see, only the English could have pulled this off - because they own them. And Peter Pan too - and a whole slew of other characters that we may forget had British origins.

No, we owe a great deal to these people and it was a gentle reminder for them to include what ‘they’ are about and who ‘they’ are, to awaken, at least in me, a slumbering appreciation for what the United Kingdom has given the world - we can so easily forget…

But back to the Olympics!

We’re definitely getting a PVR because we missed much of what happened in the opening ceremonies because we had people for dinner and could not watch.

Besides - how can you live without a PVR these days!?

I don’t know - but we’ve been doing it. I know - hard to believe, huh!?

I’m getting one tomorrow…

We're Back to the 'Briefs'!

I was thinking about doing this later but then realized that I’d probably be too tired.

I was in the gym for about 2 1/2 hours this afternoon and for some reason, it just knocked it out of me;

Could it have been the length of time, I wonder…

Anyway, I figured I’d better do this now - but I’m so tired I have nothing to say!

Except this:

I’m quite looking forward to the trip to California and it’s coming soon - like, next Tuesday.

I’m going to hit the gym every day till then - but I won’t overdo it - at least - not too much.

I was rather stunned to note the weight I read on the scale this morning - it wasn’t right.

But it will be.

That’s it! That’s all I’ve got!

Pip-pip!

Cheerio!

And all that rot!

;-)

And Down Came Thor's Mighty Hammer!

I won’t mention gaits tonight - except to say that I’ve seen quite a few ‘interesting’ ones - but that will be made clear after tonight’s ‘story’…

I hadn’t intended it - but after dinner when it came time to decide what we would do this evening, it occurred to me to suggest the movie I saw last night, as I thought I wouldn’t mind seeing it again.

The movie? Thor. That’ right - like the God.

My partner is not into this ‘sort of thing’ at all but I convinced him that it might be well worth it since he’d recently become interested in (by way of the opera) the Gotterdammerung, and I thought it might hold some small interest - and in this case, very small - and perhaps a bit of information about the Norse mythology - okay, so I was pretty much wrong on that front - but I wanted to see it again.

About three quarters of the way through the movie when the action was really heating up (not that it was dull before that point) and Thor was in pursuit of his hammer (don’t ask), the skies outside began to flash and rumble - no kidding.

The clash and din of the movie ended - but outside, the storm was just beginning.

We both thought it an interesting coincidence that, here we are, watching a movie about Thor, and suddenly outside out windows, the entire sky is lit by great bolts of lightning.

As we turned our attention outside and gazed down upon the street below, it was clear that this was not just thunder but a rainstorm (dearly needed in these dry times) of epic proportions with all the necessary accoutrements; lightning, thunder, etc.

What made it seem even more diluvial were the people walking, uber-quickly, or running like mad things down the street - it truly seemed as if some great mythic beast had been loosed upon the world.

All of this ‘atmosphere’ caused me to notice, yet again, the gait of my fellow creatures and how said gait is affected by circumstance - in this case, a huge, soaking rain.

Some seemed resigned to the fact that they were going to be wet and plodded on, shoulders hunched against the inevitable soaking, while others darted about on the balls of their feet, hoping for some gravity-defying force to prevent their shoes, feet, or both from getting wet - but alas, in such a downpour, a certain outcome was inevitable; drenched, drenched, drenched! (In glancing out the window yet again, I just now caught sight of a man on a unicycle pedalling furiously up the street! Now, that’s unusual!)

Anyway, the evening has been quite entertaining - did I mention I need to lose about 5 pounds!?

Ha-ha!

Good-night!