Sooooooooooooooooooooo peaceful. Awakening this morning (OH CRAP, here we go, ME, ME, ME).......
Ahem, sooooo peaceful awakening this morning to the 'roar' of thunder... at a level that was maybe 5 to 6 if it were on a soundboard. Not the frantic run to the basement level of, say, Wipe Out, or In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida... but peaceful.....
This too shall pass peaceful.
Sunny beach....... VICTOR, enuff with the profanity, tain't no place for it here. NO, I meant, Sunny Beach... like you know, you work, you toil, you save up an arm here, a leg there.... you scream (without intent to) NO, NO MCDONALDS TONIGHT....... PB&J samwiches... we're saving up, to rent us a high rise on the beach....so we can sit on the balcony... hear the peaceful wake.... (funny they call it that, because the rhythm of it actually puts us to sleep, not aWake'n us.
Weather, is like life, kinda. Constant change, but crap we've been thru before. It don't change in San Diego, but whothehell can afford to live there? And, we're all different (notice?), some, might not enjoy 'never changing.'
I have weirdo friends living right here in Misery (play on a word, you know I love it here) that actually WANT TO BE IN MICHIGAN twelve months a year. Now THAT is double stressy, like, shrinkage not only in Winter, but Summer, Fall, Spring too. No. Thank. You.
Victor, is there a point to all this, or, is it like mosta your blogs, simply another #2 leaded pencil with no sharpener, DULL. devoid of clever lines, yet, contains the regular smudge crap on the page from being lefthanded?
Bite me, and yes, yes there is.
The thunder that's presently rolling along at a 5 or a 6? One day, I, you, we, know it's coming - it'll be raging! I live in a rental, as in oh sh*t i ain't gotta basement - so, it will happen and I will either go sit on the bathroom floor (it's got the most walls around me)... or, hop in my 2002 Buick Century, say a prayer, YES! YES it started... and try to outrun potential tornado, tsunami, Mother of all storms (MISOGYNIST.. AM NOT!)... and I have done that on more than one occasion.
The point is, weather is like life. This too shall pass.
The Royals presently suck. It's snowing, raining, icy, blowing sideways, flooding, all kindsa crappy weather... They'll be alright. Scapegoats might, will probably happen, but they'll sort it out. It ain't gonna thunder forever.
Whatever life's present thorn is in your side, it may find you sitting on that nifty beach balcony, deathly afeared the ANGRY WAVES are gonna huff and puff and BLOW YOUR CHEAPY CONDO OVER. Nah, it'll be fine. Jump up, go inside, close the sliding door... put on some Pink Floyd, mebbe Fleetwood Mac, this too shall pass.
Thunder, at the 5-6 level, is a gentle reminder --- kinda like talking like a pirate groaning, getting outta bed... beating feet to pee before ya soil ur undies... that your hope of the rent payment arriving timely to the holding company, and shortly after Uncle Sam drops your coin in your account. This too (worry) shall pass.. .and soon, a trip to Dairy Queen for a Peanut Buster Parfait can and will happen.
70 degrees, partly sunny, small breeze - that's the part in life like a hound (or a cat) on your lap... a phone call (to, or) from a loved one.. lasagna, perfectly cooked. Hearing a compliment... winging one. Seein' a little kid having fun.
Short blog today (You're welcome, they're normally reserved, coordinated with Winter Solstice)... but... seems the thunder ain't thundering (this too has passed).....
Time, Mother Nature, shake and bake (and the weather, the music, the hound, cat, loved one, whatever) helped.
Worry.
THUNDER THUNDER THUNDERATION.........
Even tides even out.
Life's a float trip with occasional rapids. An unexpected weather change where ya ain't got enough layers on. Rain, when the tops down. In my case, a dayum walnut that lands directly on the corner of the windshield next to the metal, uh huh, crack. Sometimes this too shall pass. Sometimes life ain't all it's cracked up to be, or, at least the windshield is, I guess.
Us and Them is one'a my favs for when it's thunderin' like all get out. Not sure whether it was God, Noah, or NOAA that created the saxaphone, but man that dude can wail. And remind, this too shall pass.
Love, Victurd
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