Saturday, January 4, 2020

Ozarks at New Year’s


My muse this morning perched upon my shoulder
Just to jabber at me about getting older.

Now I sit here in the daylight at the Matye’s Lake House
Mostly trying out here to be quiet as a mouse.

We’ve come to observe the arrival of the year 2020.
If I’ve heard it right I think we’ll see chocolate aplenty.

What else, if you please, would you find in a “chocolate martini”
Chocolate Bailey’s, liqueur and syrup in a glass not so teeny.

Me, I prefer the contemplative moments, 
Soberly looking at the parting year’s remnants.

Who and what lives on, what is frowned upon,
Lake d’Ozark’s a fine place to gaze down on.

 My conclusion—we should all stick around another year 
While we breathe there’s nary a thing to fear.


Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Waiting For Those Gingerbread Men



Days before Christmas are still in double digits
As he sits sadly around the house and fidgets.

He’s the anxious cookie maker. 
Not willing to be such a premature baker
Of his most-favored cookie treats
That his gems get stale and no one eats.

Monday, December 9, 2019

The Emperor in Action

This Emperor of Ours 

He’s the only one who could possibly know
The Ukrainians were given no quid pro quo
What the Democrats say about holding back aid
Was just one of those deals that had to be made.

And there are no rooms at his grand hotels
For those who wish to blow their whist-els.
It sure seems the emperor has no clothes
Or so one who hears all this might suppose.


Wednesday, October 16, 2019

I Wonder Where That Blogger Went

If you wonder where that blogger went
If his absence leaves you discontent

There’s a path I know 
Where you just might go

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To some light verse will just annoy
To others it brings some simple joy

There’s a pocketful of dreadful rhymes
That don’t rise to the level of crimes

Stay If they cheer you on your way
But if you dislike them, just go away.

Its location’s at one of those “blogspot.com’s”
Idontknowson3rd.blogspot.com

Go ahead, type it in, it is no sin
The workings of a silly mind you’ll find therein.

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Who's on 1st, What's on 2nd, I Don't Know's on 3rd

Somewhere in the past fifteen years I discovered Blogger, and things have never really been the same.  I took a look at life through the lens of the famous Laurel and Hardy bit referred to in the title of this piece.  Recently, it occurred to me that I am approaching a transition in my life.  Peering at life through the lens of "Who's on 1st, etc.," I can see my life in these three phases--Who's on 1st, What's on 2nd and I Don't Know's on 3rd.

Who's on 1st--my younger adult years were lived in a sort of whirlwind.  We married, had two children and I pursued the ups and downs and caroming around that was my life.  We caromed from South Bend to St. Louis, to Chicago, to Atlanta, to Savannah, finally coming to rest in Hilton Head.  Careerwise, I moved from liquor store clerk to Personnel Trainee to Assistant Director of HR and to Director of HR (the latter in a company that ceased to exist some six or seven years after I moved on).  I ended up as a Senior Labor Relations Consultant in a Fortune 100 Company (Big Deal!).  It was a career I enjoyed and one that took care of me and my family as well as we needed.  Throughout this period, I did little reflection, and never sat down to write about it unless I was preparing a resume.  ]

Somewhere in my 50's I began to think about what was coming next.  This has taken shape as the period of What's on 2nd, or what else does life have in store for me.  I thought about what was on 2nd and some of those musings found their way here as entries in my Whatison2nd.blog post.  Tonight, as sleep eluded me once again, I thought about an article I saw but skimmed very lightly in my email today.  All I get in my email these days are publications, magazines, newspapers, commentaries, ads, and more ads from every organization I've had the pleasure of doing even the smallest transaction with...  Is that the same for you? or do you actually receive a personal email on occasion?  Anyway, the topic of the article I'll be searching for after I finish this piece had to do with ending well.  Hence, "I Don't Know's on 3rd" comes to mind.

Now, let me be clear about this--it's not about where we will go next.  I have a strong Faith that answers that question for me to a great degree (although I do wonder sometimes about what this afterlife I'm hoping to head for if I live the way I should actually looks like?  Is it a single unified center of being that we are all returning to?  Is it a replica of all that is/was good on Earth--and does that include my Golden Retriever Walter?

OH, but back to the subject at hand--ending well.  I don't know how to do this, but I want to try.  Let me be clear on another point--the author of the piece I skimmed earlier today suggests that regular doses of LSD would be a good approach.  While that is a novel approach, I really don't think it is any good for me.  I am, after all, working hard to stay in my right mind through the end of my life.  

I just created my newest blog, entitled "I Dom't Know's on 3rd."  I have barely begun a layout, etc., but it's there--and this entry will appear in both What Is on 2nd (this blog) and "I Don't Know's on 3rd.  If you'll excuse me, I need to go look for that article I skimmed before I forget.  I'll probably return after I have read it through....

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

The White Man Label

Yes, it took me a lifetime really understand the resentment that people bear when they are labeled by their race, gender, religion or former national heritage (here in the U.S. it is "former," but I suppose this phenomenon exists in their nation of origin as well).  Anyway, it took the label of "white man" to really drive it all home.  Yes, I am a "white man."  Nowadays, that seems to mean racist, ignorant, blindly loyal to certain personalities, and more.  Even now, I hear it being extended to favoring gun rights and putting jobs and economic growth over the very environment in which all of us as humans must live.  White men, it appears, are thought to be of one mind on all of these topics.

I grew up in a home and with a family whose members at time have wildly divergent views on a host of subjects.  We were taught, sometimes by the example of our parents or, in my case, older siblings,
that having a different opinion doesn't make  you an immutable object of scorn.  Instead, you are to be treated with respect and, the occasional effort to soften or change your position.  I won't tell you we lived up to that idea all of the time, but we learned some things by making mistakes.  We did so in the warmth and safety of a family home,  not shouting in the streets somewhere.

So, guess what?  I don't share the opinions of this newly minted political mass called "white men," and, do you know what else?  I don't vote that way.  Politicians don't win my support by calling their opponents (and others who share their opponent's views) liars.  They earn it by walking their talk much more than their ability to twist the other guy's talk.  Where I live, I am represented by people of diverging views and of differing race and national origin.  While I don't always share their opinions, I respect the fact that they do as they say they will, and are respectful of people who may disagree with them.  In the case of one of these politicians, I disagree with many of his positions, but I also notice that he is respectful of others whose actions earn his respect.  You don't earn his respect by calling him a liar, or by never compromising, but by listening and looking for common ground.

I do accept the label of conservative, though I would point out as my Congressman has, that being fiscally conservative doesn't mean conservative in all ways.  One can be fiscally conservative, yet in favor of protecting the environment.  One can also be fiscally conservative and be socially liberal, or at least moderately so.   I don't mind having to demonstrate those distinctions when I find it necessary.  I also think that people have removed the veil from that "conservative" tag often enough to avoid having it work as a label.

But please don't try out that label "white man."  What does that even mean?  I happen to favor doing something about gun violence in our society, regardless of what group or another the victim has been designated as.  I don't think that is going to fit the label "white man" for very long.  Nor will the moderate or even liberal views expressed above about the label of "conservative."

In my working career, I ran across many who would pin others with labels by race and gender, and I saw the resentment those so labeled talked about.  I thought I understood, but not as well as I do now that I'm being labelled.  

Let me put this strongly--labelling me as a "white man" is just "Baloney!" (or, perhaps some other word that starts with a "B"....)

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

The Next Message You See Might Just Be A Letter

Lately, I have been giving this some thought.  How long has it been since I wrote a letter?  I thought back to the last time I wrote to my Congressman.  I wrote to both Representative Jim Clyburn and Senator Lindsay Graham   But alas, I sent those via email.  I know it has been some time since either of them have written personally to a constituent.  Each time I have received a reply that starts out something like this--"Thank you for your message to (Congressman or Senator) _______We are sure you understand that he does not have the to personally respond to each and every letter he receive...."

I have decided to actually send a letter next time.  It occurs to me that it won't be as easy to send an email reply, since the person responding won't be able to simply hit the reply button and send their reply (notice I have begun to go along with the now conventional use of the plural pronoun--in this case the possessive plural-- rather than using the old "his or her" when referring to the person responding to my message so as to avoid the insult of any previous stereotypical assumption as to the gender of the person (him), or even the awkward and perhaps condescending use of "him or her."

I am hoping that the onward march of the LBGTQ movement will still allow us to use the plural instead of the singular pronoun.   Even though we know that use of the singular of the third person pronoun would be more grammatically correct, that is, unless we have begun to share responsibility for sending the automated reply between two respondents which would be inefficient to say the least.  Conveniently enough, the plural pronoun is neither gender-specific nor expressive of one's sexual preference, so it is a single "tent" under which all can stand regardless of said gender or sexual preference--as if that matters when corresponding with someone you have never met, nor one you expect to meet.  Frankly, I don't need to know the gender or sexual preference of someone I meet in person.  A simple handshake and "pleased to meet you" will do nicely.

But, returning to the subject of a personal handwritten or typed (which should be OK if your handwriting is as awful as mine has become), I think it will come as a shock to that person, unless I have to call them to obtain their physical address.  (I'm really getting the hang if this plural pronoun thing, aren't I?).  I realize now that I will have to think long and hard about choosing to whom I send the first edition of my renewed method of communication--the letter.  From where I sit at the moment, I'm pretty sure it won't be my Congressman (I meant to say Congress-person, I really did!).