Saturday, August 12, 2017

Saturday Continued

If you missed this, you should click here and if you missed this, you should click here and if you missed this, you should click here and maybe most of all, if you missed this, you should click here. Seriously, the fact is that these last four entries are must read if you are reading this blog this moment for this moment, those are the last four entries and those last four entries are as profound as it gets this week. Maybe even this month. Maybe even... seriously. I mean, just look atwhat happened in the brief daily moments ago...

This entry right here in this link thing is deemed too important not to mention again so I shall mention this entry right here in this link thing again and encourage, nay, urge you to click on the link thing and visit (or revisit) it because it is deemed too important not to mention again, or miss, ye too. Yes, but here we are already covering up that entry linked right here with this entry you are reading right now. Unless you clicked on one of the link things and are reading that entry right there in this link thing right now, in which case I'll wait for you to return.

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Are you sufficiently inundated with profundity now? Perhaps you neglected to click on the links within that entry right here in this link thing that is deemed too important not to mention again because the links within that entry right here in this link thing are part of the journey too imporant not to mention again so go ahead, I'll wait.

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Had enough yet?

Well, the fact is there are entries written this week in this blog that are keepers and if you miss them, well, you missed some important puzzle pieces. All brevity aside, it's been a revealing week for some reason and if you want to read more about it, the detailed blog has many unfinished entries waiting for you to read and learn and encourage finishing. I'll just leave these links right here.

Meanwhile, today was another fun Saturday of softball and dinner and conversation and madness. This right here is the brief daily entry you may have come here for.

Narf :)


And that wasn't even the end of it. See for yourself.

I did that just in case you don't read the brief daily entry and you wanted to see what you were missing. Everything after the Meanwhile above is a typical brief daily entry, in case it matters. Then, we come here for the dirt, drama, and details (and all that other stuff noted in the parenthetic subtitle above).

Well, there is an entry awaiting completion, in fact, there are four entries (in case you haven't heard) awaiting some form of completion or announcement or fanfare and especially your eyes and mind, but here we are already starting yet another... are we having fun yet?

I believe we left off heading out to softball. On the way o the field I stopped at a CVS for some gatorade and after ten minutes in line the cashier (who ranks with the slowest cashiers ever in the history of the world) made a mistake and had to call for the manager. After a few minutes of no manager, I put the two gatorades on the counter and said I could not wait. She said "sir, I'll be with you in a minute" in a perturbed voice. I said, "I have a game to get to and I don't have time to wait." I had fifteen minutes left to get to the field. With no convenience stores o the way, I stopped at a small Walmart and there the lines were long so I did without gatorade. I had lots of water.

The Saturday softball team played very poorly and gave away a game we should have won. The team that beat us went on to win the trophy in the championship game, 4-0. Inexperience and thick-headedness and ego got in our way. We lost to them 11-7. Two runs were earned runs and those were questionable. Too many errors to count and some really bonehead decisions at home plate by most of the batters. They just don't listen and the coach got so fed up he didn't even show up this season. The team is breaking up according to the guy coach left in charge (who broke his wrist in the first game) and they are looking to put together a new team and I told them I would pitch for them but I'd appreciate it if they would listen and learn and practice so they stop making the same fundamental mistakes like outfielders not hitting cut-offs and batters swinging at 3-1 counts and not listening to base coaches and watching the ball while running the bases and rushing plays as fielders and other fundamental mistakes that give up runs and make easy outs. He said they would. We shall see.

I watched the other playoff game and then watched the championship game. A girl fainted from the heat during the championship game (I've mentioned hot hot and dry those fields get... I drank 100 ounces of water in an hour and felt good) and I gave her a water and her friends called 911 and I knew some of the FF paramedics and the others introduced themselves to me. I apparently hold an important job in this county lol. The girl was able to walk to the stretcher but they took her to the hospital because her vitals were a bit off. Those fields are dangerously hot and dry.

As the last out of the championship game was caught the lightning siren went off (amazingly eerie timing) and rains came a few minutes later. I headed toward the place I was meeting Helen for dinner. On the way I got gas and ate a small salad because I had not eaten all day and dinner was an hour and a half away and was going to be all fried food at a fish fry place.

Bang bang Shrimp was delicious, though not very bang at all. Lobster roll was good if I forget what northern lobster rolls taste like and the crab cake was just ok. A small side of sweet potato fries and cole slaw and an extra side of onion petals. Those were very good. It is one of the best fish fry places around and unfortunately, not longer cheap. $38 bucks. What was that about cutting back on spending?

We sat and chatted outside the place (they have outdoor tables and the weather cooled after the rains) and then as the rains started returning we headed out. I wandered. I stopped at a local chicken place I wanted to try and got two pieces of chicken that I ate in a Burger King parking lot. Not bad, but I won't be back. I stopped at a KFC for four more pieces of chicken that I ate in a 7-11 parking lot. I stopped into the 7-11 for a case of water. Then, fully bloated, I headed back here.

I was startled when I walked in to this place because it was actually tidy. The couches were cleared. The dining room table was almost cleared. The kitchen counters were, well, I didn't look close. The floor was almost cleared. After praising Eb, who was sitting at his computer in his usual pose when he is not sitting in his old chair watching TV, I opened my bedroom door and stumbled over the vacuum cleaner that Eb left one foot into my room. He is a strange fellow. I moved the vacuum cleaner outside my door and will likely stumble over it when I go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I almost hope that wakes him. I wonder if he understands why.

So that was Saturday and here we are. Just like old times, the babbler is babbling, but now bored with the mundane details of the day and seeking distraction from the lack of companionship, meaningful conversation, intimate sharing, caring, and so on before it all leads to loneliness and lament and woe is me and all that jazz. I showered and I sit here nude with the fan blowing on me because the 81 degree thermostat (yes, he lowered it) was still warm for me after being out all day and taking a hot shower and eating so much food. After the time it took to write all this (and the brief entry too), I feel much cooler. Almost comfortable.

This is the first Saturday I am back here early. I look wide-eyed at the screen wondering what I am going to write next.

what did you think I would do at this moment...
what?

hello it's me
what?

maybe I think too much... maybe, maybe I'm wrong...
what?

all I ever needed was the one
and honesty
such a lonely word

is anybody out there?
hello?

I feel so shallow
I feel so empty
I feel so lonely
I feel so much
no one to share it
I grin and bear it
friends once friends are now
so out of touch

I can be happy sitting here alone writing these words
I can amuse myself in so many different ways
I can give up on love and meaningful companionship
but is that the right thing to do?
what would you say if I asked you?

I can be content watching other people acting life
I can be amused with the way the music plays
I can give everything and be happy with the giving
but is that the right thing to do?
what would you say if I asked you?

There was a time when I was in love with someone else
There was a time when someone was in love with me
There was a time when happily ever after was not just in books on the shelf
But now I wonder what's reality?

There was a time I did not live alone
There was a time I was not on my own
There was a time I could pick up the phone
in the middle of the night
now that does not seem right

Now I don't live alone yet I've never felt so alone
I feel like I'm living in some sort of twilight zone
I never thought I'd live this long to be on my own
with still so much inside to share
with still so much wanting to care

hello
hello
hello
is anybody out there
can anybody hear me call
does anybody care at all

Well there is the start of a rock opera for the ages about the human condition in these modern times. Charlie Chaplin would be proud. Dan Fogelberg and Patti Dahlstrom can speak for themselves. They are both pink with a touch of moody blues. Who? I'm free. What?

Harry Chapin Billy Joel Elton John and Bernie Taupin John Denver Led Zeppelin Melissa Etheridge and The Who Beatles Beegees Beach Boys Sedaka ad Manilow Duane and Eric Rolling Stones Moody Blues and Pink Floyd too. We didn't start the fire...

Narf :)

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