Monday, April 22, 2013

Monday's Random Thoughts

Hello, fellow Vast Right-Wing Negrocon Zionist Conspirators!

Today, I am writing simply out of boredom. Or is it? Anyway, I'm sending out random thoughts in this post, so anything might come out of my head, through my fingertips, and onto the pages of this blog.

The sun is setting now, and it's been about a week since the rest of the household headed for North Carolina to check out houses and such, leaving ME with Gabby, the house cat. Now, I'm rather allergic to cats, and am not particularly fond of them. However, I have, of late, seemed to going out of my way to give her treats and make sure she's all right. I'd still rather have a dog, though; however, I have to ask myself, "are you becoming a cat lover, or are you just getting old?" Who knows? I don't even know if it is a question I should be asking.
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O.K. What's next...?

Seems that the flow of thoughts has suddenly, and inexplicably, stopped. Perhaps I'm out of thoughts to expound upon. More likely, though, is that they've all snarled in a huge multi-thought pile-up on the freeway of my mind. If that is the case, then I suppose I'd better... oh, wait. They're starting to move again; and I suppose it wasn't a pile-up, after all. Some officious thought-monitor decided to put a HUGE red light up in the middle of the road. (I did warn you all that this was going to be a rather random posting!)

Thinking back 20 years, it was a Sunday Morning in April 1993 when I opened the newspaper and, out of some strange curiosity, I turned to the Obituary pages. I saw the name of a friend of mine from school there, along with his picture. I can tell you it was an awful shock, particularly since I had been thinking, earlier that weekend, "I should call Paul up and see what he's been up to." The next few days were somewhat difficult, as I hadn't seen him or his parents in a couple of years. I attended the wake, and seeing him there, I was reminded that none of us is guaranteed a "tomorrow." I grieved with his parents, other friends from school I hadn't seen in a few years, and was quite unsure I could go through the attendance of his burial the following day. I did, though, as he was a good friend of mine, and it's only right that you see your friends off on their final journey. Since then, I've had several other friends of mine pass from here, and every time, I remember the good times, and remember how brief, how uncertain, how precious each life is for those who share in it.
Yes, it's been 20 years, Paul Loveland, but I still think about you, from time to time. Rest in Peace, always.

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Hm... it seems the thought stream has dried up for now...

That's the end of my random ramblings *or maybe not so random* posting for today. Peace, Love and Fried Chicken (NON-Halal Fried Chicken)!