Thursday, March 5, 2015

The Place: Twenty-Three Days & Counting

The Place move out date, check.  New Place move in date... TBD.

Illustrated by Lillian Carilo, February 2015
Microsoft Windows 7 Paint

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Card Catalogs, Yellow Pages, Microfilm & Want Ads, OH MY!

... so don't forget to dig out your library card, pull out the white pages phone book that's replacing the bookcase caster, haul out the microfiche reader, restart delivery of newspapers... *sigh*

Oh, and landlines, answering machines, beepers, VHS/VCRS, Moviefone, blind dates, Thomas Guide maps... holy shit, eye contact!

And, mother of pearl! Students, you are screwed.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Month-End Report ~ March 2014

For starters, I shall have to grade my NaBloPoMo blogging for the month of March 2014 with a solid D.  I made an effort, but follow-through, well, fell through. I don't know how people do it. People with actual jobs and families to tend to on a daily basis. How. Do. You. Do. It?

I guess creativity has a lot to do with it.  Regretfully, my range in that area is extremely limited. I can come in in a pinch and produce an quasi-impressive effort, but everything has to be just right... you know, the stars must align.  I can't see straight.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Asleep At The Wheel

I've not posted anything in a while.  I guess I've been busy... doing nothing! Okay, I do do stuff - doo doo... ha ha! Because, yeah, I'm a 14 year-old boy. - Anyway, there's not been anything prompting me to write, or more like, want to write.

Yep.  That sums things up.


UPDATE:  I quit carpooling nieces & nephew a few weeks back; had to be done.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

I'm 60!

Okay, I'll be sixty years old in ten years... six zero! What. And, if I consider how long I've been writing up until now, yeah, I do believe I will be still be writing in 10 years. Not necessarily blogging though. I surely was not blogging 10 years ago; not even 5 years ago.. at least I don't think so.

I like blogging; the idea that somewhere on the planet, someone has taken a few minutes to read - sometimes, translate - stuff that came out from my thoughts. That's cool, right?  It is rare that I get a comment. I might have a couple of followers.

I started writing to share my family's ordeal during life-changing challenges resulting from long-term job loss and trauma of having to neglect much needed health management for my chronic illnesses.  I was distressed; life was in turmoil. I felt some needed to hear my perspective as an American forced to abandon the idea of that "dream" we all aspire to achieve.

At the moment I'm hoping to eventually go further into telling of my family's experience during our time in A Home Not Our Own. I don't know if there is any interest here, but appreciate, nonetheless, any visits and, maybe, a comment or two every once in a while

Yeah, I'll probably be blogging, or doing equivalent, in the years ahead.

'til tomorrow.

Lil .

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Blank Page

Today's March 2014 NaBloPoMo prompt asks, "What have you learned about yourself through blogging?"

I don't know how to answer the question, except to say that, although I am 50 years of age, I feel life is a blank page.  I wonder if this is how it works... someone tell me, please.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Half Hour 'til Midnight

I headed over to BlogHer tonight in search of a hint or prompt of what to write about tonight, and in keeping with this month's theme:"So what is the NaBloPoMo theme of the month? SELF" Who are you? No, really, we want to know. That's why we read your blog. Isn't that a little crazy? That there are people out there who are fascinated with... YOU....Does blogging bring out your best or worst self?"

Hmmm... best or worst self. Well, if one considers that all I can do is be honest and try my best to make my thoughts understood; I happily welcome visitors to my post and hope they read each one through. It is in that respect that I'd say blogging brings out the best in me.

The times when, if I'm to be completely honest, I feel like the worst of me is present is when I think I have to defend myself. I blog for me. I blog with the idea that perhaps, even a single sentence may be of help to someone. But, there have been a couple of instances when I've been attacked due to who knows what. I'm not responsible for a readers feelings, mood, or disposition when they choose to read my blog. And, while I do appreciate honest dialogue, I prefer not to be told what to write... you know, all that lollipops, rainbows and puppies type stuff. I'm writing about real life; my life, and I'm not going to stop.

So, I hope readers will appreciate my efforts, and find it in themselves to offer honest and constructive comments without seeming hurtful. I in return will always do my best to be genuine and my writing purposeful.

What brings out the best; worst in you when you blog?