He’s Gonna Come A Wantin’

Right now I would be very frightened if I were a Republican legislator. It looks like Tinkles is on your side and playing on your team. He’s getting rid of the Affordable Care Act, he’s making safe abortions more difficult, the LGBTQ community is in the cross hairs, and that oil pipe line from Canada to the Gulf of Mexico looks like it
could be a go, too. Surely he is a fine Republican!

But, you are forgetting who and what you are dealing with. You are dealing with a narcissist. You think he’s doing all of this because he thinks the same way you do. You think he’s doing this because he’s cut from the same moral cloth you were raised from. You think he’s doing this To Make America Great Again.

You could not be more wrong. He’s doing this because he going to want something from you.

And if you don’t give it to him, there will be repercussions. Big repercussions. And they’re going to be rueful. You will rue the day you did not give it to him. You will hate yourself for not appeasing him. That’s the truth. You really will. It’s true.

Good luck with that.

Why is this going so slowly?

It seems like it is taking forever to learn what I need to learn in order to change careers.  I’ve been at it for around six months or so and I want it to have all happened already.  I want an office job (in air conditioning), with fun people to work with, and exciting challenging projects that make me want to get up in the morning.

Yes.  I’m getting antsy.  But the truth is, I’m light-years ahead of where I started.  My confidence is up.  If I can’t figure something out, I can usually find the answer somewhere.

I’m getting there.

document.getElementById(“patience”).innerHTML=”Stop being so hard on yourself.”

It’s the journey. Right?

Last summer was hard on me and I decided I didn’t want to clean homes and offices for much longer.  I am feeling the pinch like everyone else when it comes to wages, but the insurance thing (I can no longer afford it) has really made me take pause.  So I had this great idea to give computer programming a try.  And I am enjoying it.

I really like the web.  So, as much as I do someday hope to learn Java and maybe Python, I’m going to stick to the internet for now.  I’m learning tons about client-side.  HTML and CSS are my friends.  I find myself often thinking in JavaScript syntax.  (It’s weird.  I know.)  I hope to advance to server-side soon.  

It’s a lot.  There is so much to know, or to at least know where to find the answers.  Somedays I wonder if I’ll ever be ready for an INTERVIEW.   But I’ll get there.  I always do.  Meanwhile, journey on.

function   journeyOn () {

get a job = (“Yippee!  I have insurance!”)


jouneyOn($45 – 55K);

No. Not Prince.

It’s selfish.  I don’t want Prince to be gone because he was a connection that I had with an old friend who passed away years ago, Curt.

Curt was f*ing wild.  Stupid wild.  Dangerous wild. And I loved him.  He introduced me to Prince in 1979 or 1980, I don’t know which.  It might have even been 1981.  Curt had a huge crush on Prince.  I didn’t think that much about it, because Curt idolized so many musicians.  Music- was another thing that linked Curt and I.  He had a plethura of stringed instruments that we played.  We sounded really good together.

But I’ll never forget the poster in Curt’s bedroom.  It was Prince, holding a white electric guitar, wearing a blousy shirt open all the way to his navel.  He was beautiful.

I fell for him watching Purple Rain.  Purple Rain was hard and warm and lovely and poignant, and unlike anything anyone had ever made into a movie at that time.  It was the first time I ever saw a guy say it’s not alright to beat a woman.  It was a totally new concept.  The skinny little dude standing up and saying, “No!”

Curt said no a lot, too.  Unfortunately, he said yes to all the wrong things.  He was found at the bottom of a basement stairway with a broken neck.  His neck was as thick as a tree.  I can’t believe it was an accident, but I’m no coroner. Right?

Be careless, Curt.  Be careless, Prince.  Tune up those strings.

Freakishly Sad

We haven’t gone yet.  In an hour or so, my wife and I take our kitty, Indira, to the vet – for the final visit.  I am thankful that it has been a mild winter and the ground was not frozen.  That’s very strange for February in Indiana.  But oddly, digging the hole, gave me some comfort.  Mother Earth will envelope her expired little body while her glorious little spirit goes on to its next phase.  2014-03-21 Camera Phone 005

There are a million things to say and there is nothing to say.  I do know that I am Freakishly Sad.

Some glad morning when this life is over, I’ll fly away.  To a place on God’s celestial shore; I’ll fly away.  I’ll fly away, oh glory.  I’ll fly away.  When I die, hallelujah bye and bye,  I’ll fly away.”