I woke up in the middle of the night. I just didn't sorta drift in and out of a deep sleep...I almost lurched bolt upright. Thankfully I was covered with five (out of six) dogs that were sleeping in my room...the fan was whirling, the window open and all was well. I felt immediately happier, just the presence of my dog friends does that for me. I love dogs and I love human beings too (mostly, but reserve right of refusal) but I get VERY tired of the nonsense I encounter from some walking around REAL people who seem to have lost all touch with reality/sanity. Reality and its companion of common sense. Grumble, grumble. Grumbling is what older people do? I don't want to end up with a terminal case of the Grumpy Disease! I think it is cureable, vamos a ver.
I think common sense must be a dying personal quality/trait or you get more or less of it as you get older. It is either that or I have been running into much in the way of out-of-control sociopaths, cutestriving opportunists, dodge and bobbers plus a few greedsters, a handfull (or more) grown ups whose Mommies must have told them they could have whatever it is they wanted (instead of accepting a more humbling ¨no¨ means ¨no¨ or live with ¨maybe¨). Or, maybe their Mommies slapped ém around too mucho...and always said NO...who knows, not me! My Mommie was sweet, pretty and wholesome as emotionally wholesome people can be. Ask anyone in my family, I lucked out!
|Throwback Thursday, Me and my Mom!|
Anyway, after a short English/Spanish conversation with my dogs I decided to ¨let go¨ with the annoyance I felt for selective-humanity. I think I am fine as long as I keep to my longstanding rule to behave myself, keep an keen eye on the sometimes overly-clever-in-me, and accept the often screwy behavior of others (as long as it doesn't HARM others or me - no playing pretend that IT doesn't or won't if it does/will)...it wasn't a bad dream afterall. I just had a middle-of-the-night spiritualike wake up spot-check-call that almost immediately turned into gratitude just for ¨being¨ alive, now and before now, and of gladness for having such a full-run-full-up-mostly-good in my life. You see, I am just now 71 years old (it came upon me suddenly). I have had a colorful/action/creative-packed life and I come from a loving family (who ate Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding every Sunday afternoon - proof if ever there was!). I have been loved deeply by friends and lovers who are/were dear to me/forever and I am loved still (in spite of creeping grumpiness disease). I LOVE, I love, I love those around me both living and not anymore (friends far away and some whom I have never met but thanks to the internet know quite well).
Thanks be to God (who I visualize to be a powerful force way beyond infinity)
I am one very fortunate olderdude who is very blessed and I know it!
Now, it's time to go down to my studio and paint!
Have a great day (be nice, and I will try and be nice too),
(at the foot of the volcan de Fuego, Guatemala)