https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wV7UXp1Yqlw&feature=share

Listen, I’m no Penn fan but at least he tells it like it is. The world of television is a fake, the Hindus call it Maya. How people can even think of voting for a reality show host is beyond me. You don’t need to listen to all six minutes. After just a few minutes you’ll get the idea, Trump isn’t what he says he is. You might not like Hillary but this man is totally not qualified to be president. This too will pass

A Cat Morning…

Toonce was up at his early 3am hour and as usual I got up and opened a can of yums and plopped it in his bowl. I knew it wouldn’t be another three hours before it would be light out, so I told Toonce, “You do your business then get back in here. You don’t want to be someone’s early morning snack.  He meowed that he’d make it quick…

Just as I was getting comfortable, Toonce began to scratch at the door. I called out, “Okay Boo, I’m getting up! Hold your claws.” He quickly came in and jumped up on the bed. Soon we both drifted off into a deep sleep only to be awoken by a cawing crow. I turned to Toonce and said, “Can’t you do something about that loud crow. You’re a bird specialist.” He meowed, “He’s my buddy, he’s just happy being a crow.”

As I was getting ready to take off this morning I reminded Toonce to watch the place while I’m gone. Far in the distance a lone dog barked out his existence. That’s when Toonce meowed out, “You drive safe. Don’t forget we’re low on my food.” I told him I’d get some on the way home. Toonce actually has a good life! This too will pass

My Therapist, The Referee…

Part of my weekly routine is to drive to Alameda on Tuesdays and share my life with Paul. I’ve been seeing him now for going on ten years. Quite frankly, I’ve lost count of how many years we’ve been doing this. I’ll show up at 11am and talk about how my children are doing and then sometimes it’s about me being sodomized by older men as a child/teenager. At exactly 11:45am, I’ll look at the clock and say, “How about eleven next Tuesday?” He’ll reply, “If it works for you then great.” I’ll get up and head to work and think to myself, “I guess you are destined to be like this till the end.”

In a song by Harry Chapin, there’s a great verse, “It’s better sometimes when we don’t get to touch our dreams.” That one lyric  sticks in my mind everyday lately. The truth will finally come out and all I can say it is what it is. The only reason I had ever contacted Paul was because of J. In 1997, we had gotten together for a few days and I simply couldn’t let it go, foolish me. The truth is, she had moved on with her life and it really doesn’t matter anymore. The final two encounters turned out to be interesting to say the least, for she was also fighting her own demons and needed a safe corner between prize fight rounds. 

A few months ago and for 54 days, I tried to help her get her to a safe place and a year prior to that, I did the same thing. When it was all said and done, she went back into the ring because it felt familiar. I don’t wish her bad and it is what it is. Looking back, we only communicated when she wanted to, otherwise it was dead silence. I don’t hold it against her, sometimes a drowning woman will grab at the blade of a sword to save herself. I’ve run out of things to say about her to Paul and he senses it and I’ll let the cards lie where they may. Paul says she only liked the echo I gave her. I don’t want to believe it but just maybe my ego doesn’t want to let me believe it. Once again the silence is deafening. This too will pass.

Not Gene Wilder!

I just heard that comedian/actor Gene Wilder has moved onto his next encarnation. I don’t know about you but he’s one guy I really thought would never die. Yes,  everyone dies but not him. He was so good in Blazing Saddles as the drinking gunfighter that hung up his guns after he was shot by a little kid… I swear, just the way he described how it all happened, was beyond classic… Cleavon Little, Harvey Korman, Madeline Kahn and Gene Wilder were outstanding and that’s why Blazing Saddles will never go stale. 

Then there was Young Frankenstein with Marty Feldman, Madeline Kahn and Teri Garr, another masterpiece of a movie. The humor was so subtle and some of the lines seemed so impromptu. I think the best scene was where Marty Feldman and Wilder were on the wagon heading to the castle and Feldman says “A wolf!” Wilder responds, “Where wolf?” Feldman, “There wolf! There castle!” I’m easily amused…

He was in many good movies and some real stinkers but he always seemed to be a nice guy in interviews… Thanks for the light you added to the world. This too will pass

Stacking Liggos…

The South Africans pronounce Legos Liggos and this morning I build a Liggo masterpiece. Stacking firewood is like playing with Liggos of my childhood except way more splintery. Gloves are required and just don’t drop a block on your foot. Ouchies! I wonder how many moms have told their children, “Pick up every Liggo so the vacuum doesn’t get one or else!”

Of all my toys, I loved my Liggos and I plan to get Hunter totally addicted to them when he’s old enough. How times have changed,  my metal box of Liggos contained a few pieces such as the block reading store and crude windows. Today Rob’s son has a set of Liggos that you can build a skyscraper  with a working elevator… 

Back to firewood stacking, I guess this is a grown up version of playing with Liggos… I wish I had a banana milkshake and a peanut butter sandwich waiting for me upon finishing this creation. I’m not stacking the wood in my underwear and playing with my Tonka tractor either but I can say I can now drive a real bulldozer… This too will pass

Prejudging…

In exactly 85 days, I’ll be playing peek-a-boo with my grandson! Some lucky souls get to see their grandchildren everyday if they choose. Three cheers to them but right now, I must make plans long in advance to hold my Hunter. Oh I’m not complaining, it is what it is. Right now I must do this, later who really knows?

I called Delta the other day and waited a few minutes until it was my turn. After hearing the voice say, “Hello Mr. Juan. Thank you for being an elite member of Delta. How may I help you” I figured Delta’s CEO had shipped the reservations department offshore. I had to ask, “What city are you in? I was expecting to hear Mumbai or Bangalore.” She replied, “Dallas Texas and I love it here! It’s like India when it comes to heat.”

The agent and I talked for a few minutes as she made the reservations and I told her how, as a teenager, my mother and I journeyed to Amarnath in the mid-70’s. She said she too had gone to that holy site in the Himalayas. I confessed to her that I had prejudged she was in a boiler room call center in Mumbai and she replied, “Funny thing, I got my start in one of them and now here I am. Thanks for flying Delta.” This too will pass

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTtD-2_VgTQ&feature=share

I love it! Trump is toast when a far right leaning man like Paul Wolfowitz says he’ll vote for Hillary, all is lost. I think George W. Bush said it best, “I might be the last Republican President to be elected.” I laughed out loud upon hearing this. Someone recently sent me some of The Right’s typical low brow political cartoon humor. It was the usual drival they put out, nothing of substance. 

 By the way, did you know Hillary has Scurvy, Rabies, Malaria, Gout, Rickets, Leprosy, Autism besides ALS, MS and COPD..? I’m sorry but anyone who believes their stuff is a true moron of epic proportion… Rudy Guillani recently said, “Hillary is sick! Just go to the internet and type in ‘Is Hillary sick.” What comes up you ask?  I again almost died laughing, “Rudy Guillani spreads rumors about Hillary’s health again and again.” This too will pass

I’m Sorry Matt…

You might think a father shouldn’t talk like this to his son but I just don’t know what to say anymore. I got a call from a blocked number and foolishly I answered it, “Hey dad it’s me. I got jacked last night. Can you put 40 in my account?” I said, “Where’s your phone? Don’t tell me a story and remember what your mom and I said about keeping your stuff safe.” He went on to tell me how he had lent the phone to some guy who ran off with it. 

He had had a couple of beers last night and this morning his few possessions were gone. I know this sounds terrible but I said, “I’m sorry Matt but drunks get rolled. You need to stop drinking and get to a safe place. You think I like saying this to you? I don’t and it pains me deeply knowing you got robbed but that’s what happens to drunks like yourself.” Remember, a few months ago I went down there to help him and it was a total waste of time and effort. 

Of course, he promised me he’d wise up but it’s always just another hollow promise. It’s always next time or it’s an excuse of, “I drink because…” The truth is, they like to drink, it’s that simple. I can’t even imagine what his bottom of the barrel moment will be in the future. If you think I like saying this stuff, well you’re wrong…

 I called his mom and she will not answer his calls. She and I can only hope the police take him into custody, there he might get some sort of help. Maybe they might see he needs to be on psychotropic meds. One thing that bothers me is hearing from my adult children that Matt is dead to them… Right now I wish I could give you a joyous ending but as of now, there isn’t one. This too will pass

Tools Lost and Found…

This afternoon, I tore apart my truck trying to find this little tool. I won’t even go into what it does but no other tool can take it’s place. It was designed to do only one thing and I rarely have to do that one thing except for today. A fire had turned a wooden pallet warehouse into a heap of charcoal. My job was to cut out the cable feeding the pile of rubble thus  clearing trouble farther down the line. 

The Oakland Fire Department was wrapping up their hoses and equipment when I showed up. I knew the job would require me to boom up to the splice point and free the melted entrance cable from the good cable on the strand. Thankfully our 600 pair cable on the strand wasn’t also melted as was the burnt cable. 

I thought I had left this butterfly cutter in my bucket but after tearing it apart it wasn’t there. I boomed down and carefully opened every bin and shelf. Frustrated, I called my supervisor to see if he could find me one and all I heard was, “Hey Big Guy, you need to take better care of your tools. That tool costs 50 dollars.” I replied, “John, if they are charging us 5 dollars for that tool, we’re getting ripped off.” He agreed and brought me out a couple of them, just in case. This too will pass

Sunday Morning…

It looks as if there’s a lot of disorder at Firewood Temple Base Camp but actually it’s quite organized. The shipping containers are almost completely painted and ready for the upcoming rainy winter. The mornings now have a chill in the air and the nights are starting to get cold, well cold enough for Toonce not to want to stay out all night… 

Rob wants to get the 140 cubic yards of septic field soil trucked in using his dump trailer but I think it’s too late in the summer to start. My unofficial job is to clear out the upper pad area so that dirt can be mounded there…

This morning as Toonce and I walked up to the firewood staging area, we both stopped and stood completely still. He turned to me and meowed, “Don’t start that machine. It’s peaceful out and even the birds aren’t making noise!” I replied, “I hear you Boo, you smart cat! I’ll sharpen the saw chains and you can sit on my lap.” Toonce meowed as if to say, “Lap sounds good!” This too will pass