Still looking for something clever to blog about. I'm just not feeling it. Actually, I'm feeling kind of stupid. Most of that - my own problem, but some folks have been kind enough to point out just how stupid I can be. Oh, well, who am I to argue with the truth. (or my trust issues)
I'm still wrestling with my handy dandy Christmas present. That little video camera. Let me tell you what happened the day of the parade. The camera was up for grabs and everybody I was with got a turn. There were so many people at the parade that you had to constantly shuffle around for a hole in the crowd to take pictures. Anyway...the video clips are a total of 40 short (some less than30 seconds)shots depicting the parade. My computer says I have a program to combine these into one MOVEE- yeah right. It's probably easy if you are not technologically challenged. See more stupid.
I'll keep at it and post that MOVEE someday. Maybe, I'll cheat and get some help.
It's cold here. 68 degrees. Those of you in the states, who live in the snow belt are probably groaning, but for the Tropics that's cold. Hell may be freezing over. I know I am. I don't think I'll be working out in the pool today.
I try to work out in the pool five days a week. Helps me keep my tan, keeps me moving, I write a lot of scenes in my head and during the winter I get my daily dose of annoyance. YES, more stupid.
For 8 months of the year I have that pool at the condo complex to myself. From January to April the OWNERS (the snow birds who own these condos) come on down. They are a royal pain. They act like they own the place. (actually, they do, but come on I live here year round. I stay when 'da hurricane come', they don't). They all know I'm a tenant, which makes me a kind of second class citizen.
Anyway...yesterday, when I'm finishing up my workout at the side of the pool, this guy comes over and decides to make conversation with me. Are you kidding me? His 'pick-up' lines were from the dark ages. It took me a couple of minutes to figure out what was going on. (yeah, more stupid). On top of everything else I realized I need a new workout suit. Daily trips to the pool, lots of sun and extreme amounts of chlorine, add in a weekly trip to the beach and all that sand and salt water, it takes a toll. So, as this creepy guy is standing on the deck, looking down at me in the water, making the most inane comments, I look down and notice (much to my horror) that my suit is so stretched out you can you see right down into it (and all of me). Oh, please shoot me. I got out of there pretty quickly.
A big APOLOGY for not commenting back to all of you who commented on last week's post. I was too busy rolling around the floor laughing. It seems I went from being in my late twenties, to receiving condolences that you would give to your granny on her eightieth birthday. Don't worry no offense taken. I DO believe that age is only a number. On the subject of aging, I tell people to consider the alternative. I have. Not just considered it, I was forced to face it. It ain't pretty no matter how young or old you rare. I've been thinking I need to blog about that. Maybe it would help someone else, but you know me TRUST ISSUES. I'll have to think on that one a little longer. It is intensely personal.
I will tell you I wrecked a car about four years ago, in a roll over accident that I should not have walked away from. Always wear your seat belt. I was driving a Ford Explorer (imagine that) on an icy road, lost control, car spun around gaining velocity, left the road and rolled end over end three times. Fortunately, it happens so fast, you don't really know what's going on. Vehicle ended up on it's side, I'm hanging in the seat belt, but the radio was still blaring rock music. This was out in the middle of nowhere, someone saw my truck off in the field and came to rescue me. When I was trying to get out of it, they told me to stand on the rear view mirror. I told this guy I was afraid I would break it. That's when he informed me, the truck was already totaled. Oh well.Always consider the alternative and always wear your seat belt(especially if I'm driving). That's not really my 'let's face death' story, but close enough for now.
When I said I was a DJ, someone suggested I post an audio clip of my voice. More rolling around on the floor laughing. Someone once told me that I like nothing better than the sound of my own voice. I use that today as a euphemism, for the fact that I can't shut up, but the truth is I never met a DJ, myself included, who really did. Sorry to disappoint you, but no audio clips of me. Consider yourself spared.
FINALLY, someone else asked why I wasn't posting music anymore. My fav's. I don't know probably, I got self-conscious (imagine that) about my eclectic tastes. Anyway, in my blog wandering this morning, I ended up a blog that asked the question 'what would Jim Morrison be like today, if he had lived?' Interesting thought. I would like to see that myself. Anyway...here's a Doors favorite of mine that is appropriate for this cold rainy day in Paradise.
Remember 'thinking is optional' as this post, I'm sure proves.