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Good grief. This 100 words thing is relentless. Coming up with 100 words every day isn't easy. Plus, I wonder to myself, "Self, shouldn't I have a theme for to-day?" And I just end up writing whatever it is I'm thinking about at the moment when I'm online and suddenly I think, "Oh yeah, I gotta do that 100 words thing." So, I stop for a moment and think about what today was like (if I'm writing in the afternoon or evening) or I take a moment (if writing in the early morning) and wonder what the day holds.
Theme for to-day is love. On days that I feel the love, those are the days that life is good. I forget just how easily I can control my own mood and the mood those around me. Today, I was the positive force in my own life. I was shining bright. I am declaring my desire to let my light shine from this day forth. I am the creator of my destiny. Today is a good day to die. But I am going to live for a lot longer, and every day is going to be a happy one!
On Friday, March 4, after 1300, President Obama will be attending a reception at the Fontainebleau Hotel, at 4441 Collins Avenue, followed by a reception at a home on Pine Tree Drive. There will street closures as the motorcade travels on 41 Street, Collins Avenue, and Pine Tree Drive. All streets will reopen as soon as the motorcade arrives at its destination. Expect more congestion than normal. Use Alton Road as an alternate. Large vehicles will not be permitted to stop in front of the Fontainebleau or on Pine Tree Drive during the Presidentís visit. There goes the neighborhood!
Another TGIF. I spent most of the day at work running around so much that by the end of the day, I just wanted to escape. So I left an hour early to rush home trying to avoid the inevitable traffic jams that would occur because the President was in town and would be coming to MY neighborhood. So, I came home after a truly grueling day and ate a cursory dinner with Isora of leftover chili and then proceeded to hit the bed and turn on the snoring machine. It was not the best of days, but good anyway.
A Saturday much like any other. I'm winning on my boycott of Costco, except for gasoline purposes. Hard to believe it was cheap today at $3.50 a gallon! Had a really bad visit with Helly and a side trip over to NW 7th Avenue to get some pills for the kitties. Back home for the usual Saturday afternoon nap, followed by a brief dinner of pizza and salad. Took Raoul and Isora to Miami Heart to visit Ruth who is still recuperating from her surgery. Now, I'll try to stay awake until Raoul calls to bring them back home.
Sunday = lazy day. Started as any other Sunday, with coffee and the Sunday paper. Soon we were at the ghetto farmer's market and on our way to breakfast and then Publix. I had the bright idea to combine the two by eating at the Publix bistro. We ended up getting it for free and had a quick shop before coming home and spending most of the day lounging about. I made turkey meatballs for dinner and Raoul went to visit Ruth in the hospital. It was truly a lazy Sunday and a really great way to begin the new week.
Have you ever seen the video of "Instant Karma?" Yoko is blindfolded and crocheting during the entire time John is singing, "And we all shine on, etc." It's a good time. But the point is, I like the concept of instant karma. It's a good phrase because if you believe in karma, it's all instantaneous, isn't it. Be here now, babe. Well, it was a typical Monday. I spent a good part of it daydreaming about a better life and the rest of the time, I was doing factory work. Then I came home and pounded down a few beers.
Isn't life strange? Yes. Things happen in waves. As I get older, I see the wave coming, feel when it's washing over me and wonder when it will end. This wave of uncertainty has been inundating me for a couple of decades. I miss the good old days. The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades. That's a weird thought - how many more years do I have here? And how presumptuous of me to write "years" rather than seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months. I hope to be here many more years because I have much to do.
Wednesday, humpty. Another day, another fifty cents. I wish. I dream. I wanna have better. I know what I want, maybe. I'm trying to get what I want, possibly. I'm going with the flow but swimming against the under toad. I know which way Timmy would go. I just wonder if I should follow Tim. What the hell am I on about? I know that I'm at a point in my life that I'm dissatisfied and all I can think is how to improve my lot in life which is already the best it can be, but could be better!
The weather report this morning predicted stormy weather followed by a drop in temperatures. The storm arrived around 10 in the morning. I was stuck in the library, so I just sat in a comfy chair and witnessed nature's marvelous beauty. The rain was rather dramatic and I could actually see the waves as they crossed the grass and puddles began to form. The winds were whipped up. Luckily, this wasn't a thunder and lightning event. But after the rain had fallen, the temperature dropped a good 10 degrees and just kept falling for the rest of the day. Cool.
Today, the news is reporting that the earthquake the hit Japan was 700 times stronger than the earthquake that hit Haiti last year. It's a good thing that the earthquake that hit Haiti wasn't that strong because if it was, we would have experienced a tsunami. The weather can be frightening. And here comes hurricane season. People always ask me what I have planned for the weekend and I always give them a blank look because I never make special plans for the weekend. I have the same weekend routine just like I have the same weekday routine. I'm predictable.
Saturday is a a good day. Good Shabbat! The day went exactly as I predicted. It's purely routine. Got up. Drank coffee. Watched a little TV. Played on the Internet for awhile. Drank another cup of coffee. Showered and dressed and drove to visit Helly, who was in a horrid mood. Then, off to Costco for a tank full of gasoline for the SUV. Grocery shopping inside the Devil's Warehouse with a sampling bonanza, and I was on my way back home arriving at the predicted time of 1330. Soon thereafter I napped and now we head to Melinda's house.
My coworker gave me this recipe which I made for a Super Bowl party a couple of years ago. I saw it in today's coupon section of the newspaper and I felt a need to write it here. It's called Buffalo Chicken Dip and it's crazy good. Of course, you can improvise since it's a dip! 8 oz. cream cheese, 1/2 cup hot sauce, 1/2 cup blue cheese salad dressing, 2 cans chicken breast. Mix in a glass bowl and bake for 20 minutes. Serve with raw vegetables. People can't get enough and it's so easy to make!
It was a beautiful day. Got up this morning and was lolling about thinking it didn't matter if I showed up to the factory late when I suddenly remembered (too late) that we were having a love fest at 0800 this morning. I got up and got ready in record time and drove to work pedal to the metal. I was only 10 minutes late! It was a fucking miracle. The rest of the day was pretty routine, working at my desk. I came home, went to the community garden, ate dinner and watched TV until I went to sleep.
Beware the Ides of March and I always think of my old friend Charles on his birthday. Whenever I'm reminded of one of my friends who has passed, I begin to remember all the others - gone too soon.
Today was a boring day. Nothing much happened. I sat at my desk and worked hard all day. Then, after work I went to a meeting. Came home and ate dinner with His Royal Smallness. Now, I'm watching "Glee" and writing 100 words. Do I have a good life or what? Just another day. And the routine? Same old. Same old. Routine.
The house is filled with the aroma of corned beef. Tomorrow, everyone's Irish and we'll celebrate ye olde Saint Patrick with the typical corned beef cabbage and boiled potato dinner. Since Raoul will be out most of the afternoon, we started cooking tonight while we watched "The Book of Eli." Today was an ordinary day. I toiled at work for eight hours, drove home, ate dinner and watched a movie. Now, I'm typing my 100 words and soon I'll go to sleep. Another routine day. At least there were no earthquakes or tsunamis in this part of the world. Pray.
Today was a beautiful day! It was the kind of day that, once you went outside for a break, you didn't want to go back to work. Real Chamber of Commerce type weather. Went to Shorty's for lunch with my work old lady. Booked tickets for a friend and me to go to New Orleans the weekend of June 17. On the way home, I picked up Ruth who came over for dinner. She and Raoul drank two bottles of wine and he's passed out while I watch folk singers on PBS. The smell of Ben-Gay is so overwhelming.
Just another day. I worked (hardly), ate (heartily) and not much else! Really, I've become so dull and boring lately. I get up in the morning, get ready for work, go do my thing for about eight hours, come home, wolf down some food, schmy around the Internets and watch TV and then go to sleep. Dude, what a great big yawn! I stopped by the decobike office to pick up my membership card and found out that it wouldn't be ready for 48 hours, so I made a comment on Facebook and the card is ready. Tomorrow, I ride!
What started out as a routine Saturday turned into something completely different. I began the day late after being from 0200 until 0500 looking at ridiculous things on the Internet like bad paid for tattoos. I woke up around 0900, drank my coffee, got up and showered and went to Midtown Target to buy some necessities, including cookies for the visit with Helen. After visiting Helen, I put gas into the SUV at Costco, stopped at Publix for sushi and then at BK for Isora's lunch. I came home and Raoul drove me to get my decobike registration card. Biking!
I'm whipped, but in a good way. I spent the day shooting pictures for fotomission. It was a fun time, especially since I was able to bike around Miami Beach on decobike. A couple of times, I forgot to return the bikes within a half hour so I was charged $8. Oh well, worth it! It was such a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly and the breezes were cool. Ocean Drive was slammed, as usual. And Lincoln Road was pretty packed too. We started and ended the day at the Miami Beach Botanical Garden. What a great day.
Monday, so good to me? The big deal today was starting off at the dentist getting scraped and x-rayed. Of course, the dentist wants to start a course of treatment. I'm watching the dollar signs rack up. Then off to a day at the factory where I had little inspiration and just wanted the day to end. A leisurely drive back to the island and a 2-1/2 hour board meeting that was about 2 hours too long! The cherry on top of this turd sundae was a stop for a Whopper and a beer. Ugh. Shoot me.
Spring has sprung. I'm bouncing all over the place. I'm not focused, filled with anxiety and just plain at odds with the world. I need a day away from it all. I am excited to have booked a weekend in New Orleans in June, but that's three months from now. What else do I have to look forward to that can keep me going? Not much, unfortunately. I'm in a funk and having really odd dreams lately. Last night, I didn't get to sleep at all, and even though that's a Fifth Dimension song, it's been happening too much lately.
I realized how sad I was at the passing of Elizabeth Taylor when I saw a tribute to her on the evening news and the tears began to flow. Her work for those with AIDS was admirable and the fact that she founded AmFAR is a testament to her work.
"All you can do in this world is help others to be who they are and better themselves and those around them . . . Every breath you take today should be with someone else in mind."
I don't think I understood just how much I admired her. She will truly be missed.
Today was a boring day. Nothing much happened. I woke up and went to work. I worked for eight hours and drove home. We went to Melinda's house for a little get together. I ducked out early. Raoul called about an hour later and I drove back to get him (and his sister) and bring them home. Now, I'm watching Jews and Baseball and PBS. What more? Not much. Tomorrow, I'm looking forward to a luxurious lunch with the gals at Grove Isle. I like going out to fancy places when someone else is paying. The weekend should be routine.
It was a fun-filled day from morning to evening! Besides only working half a day (and it being a fun-packed morning at the factory) and lunch with the ladies and a visit with an old buddy and a sunset drive home, it was a day much like any other.
Writing about it now, I realize just how soothing a routine can be, but how days with variety just make life a little more exciting. Looking back on yesterday's 24 hours, I'm reminded what makes life so good. Friends. It's good to have 'em. I like mines.
Routine Saturday morning and then a visit with Ricki, her sister and mother and then lunch with Ricki. A very quick trip to Costco. Home to barbecue and smoke 100 chicken wings and then a party at Melinda's for Ruth's 86th birthday. All was going well until Isora fainted and we called 911 and they came and she didn't have to go to the ER even though at first she wanted to but we talked her out of it and Raoul was a hysterical mess and stayed up most of the night watching her. I slept through the night unaware.
I learned not to lie because the inability to remember which lie was told to what person means it's always better to tell the truth and then one never will be embarrassed caught in a lie. But we've lost the ability to take responsibility for doing anything wrong. The ability to have a response to our actions. It's one that seems to have gone the way of answering "thank you" with "you're welcome." Who wants to admit anyone is welcome to anything? That's part of the general selfishness. I don't think it's hopeless but I think things have to change.
Just another manic Monday and I don't like Mondays although it's oh so good to me. It was all I hoped it would be. Really, just making it through the day seems like a big deal. What does that mean? I'm drudging. Awfulizing. Just not liking anything about anything. Blah, yuck, ick and plain ole whack. I'm fixin' to get over it but right now I'm deep down stuck. And sometimes you get so low that you just wanna see how much lower you could possibly go and you keep going lower and lower and one day you hit bottom.
Letting the days go by. I don't like Mondays, I dread Tuesdays and on Wednesday I wake up thinking about humpback whales. I'm actually getting into the concept of Pre-Friday and Fridays have become such wonderful days. Of course, that doesn't mean that my weekends are all sunshine and light. These, too, have become drudgery routines. For the last couple of months, Helen has been in a horrible mood every Saturday, going to Costco is a hideous experience I keep repeating and then on Sunday, Raoul tells me what to do. No wonder I'm no happy much these days.
Tomorrow is March 31 yet the calendar for 100 words dot com doesn't show that date! I hope it appears tomorrow, because April Fool's Day doesn't come until Friday. I work in a place that is ruled by political correctness and is an unabashed minefield of mixed messages, so I don't even dare contemplate the idea of pranking folks on April Fool's Day.
My favorite April Fool's Day joke was to leave a pink "while you were out" message for someone to call Jane Baer and give them the phone number of the zoo. Those were the good old days!
March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. Today was a lamby day. Nothing much happened. It was a beautiful day actually but I spent eight hours inside a building tippy tapping at a computer creating beautiful things with wonderful programs. And printing pretty paper on a color copier. My life is filled with beauty and joy and love. What the? My life is a mystery to me. I stand alone. I hear myself asking the same questions, but I fear the answers. Be not afraid! Fear is false evidence appearing real. I prevail over fear.
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