Remember those ads in which a lady was singing until a wine glass
would be broken by the sound waves… and then the above question would be asked?
Of course… we knew the answer to that one!!! (by the way… if you do remember… you are giving away your TV age…)
Sometimes evidence and circumstances tell us very
clearly “who done it” and what’s what. But it isn’t always so clearly
established and defined. In fact, circumstances and soft evidence can be
managed to make it appear other than what is, or was. Especially, was.
There are junctions in life when decisions are
made. When these do come about, usually they are due to expediency as well as the
reality and need of the moment. Yet, the decision maker I believe tries to take
a road which is favorable and will bring about a desired outcome. All within
the realm of the moment’s possibilities as well as of the capacity of the
person to make and carry out such a defined course of action.
Here we go again!! The best laid plans and all that!!
The above two forlorn and almost forgotten paragraphs have been sitting,
waiting for some sort of published redemption for almost three weeks now… to
the point where whatever it was I was headed with this piece … well… just got
lost in the mists of my mind. Quiet!!! … Don’t even think it!!!
So now, I have to re-read it, hoping to get an idea
of the direction I thought I had back then, while encasing my head in earphones
blasting away with a jazz/blues concert with Winston Marsalis and Eric Clapton,
among other great ones…
And again, time has gone on… and nothing happens
with this piece of … well, writing. So we sit again and try to restart a
somewhat worn out engine in order to get a handful of thoughts organized and
put into a fit pattern for publishing, a mishmash of ideas disguised as a blog
entry.
In the meantime, I watch with much despair and
sorrow the “cubanizing” of Venezuela, down to the thugs who are let loose on
those who dare speak up against the tyranny. This is a government which is in
place through total and absolute fraud and wants to remian in place through intimidation and violence.
Their mouthpieces insist that it is the
other side which is organizing the violence, while it is obvious to anyone
watching events unfold that “the other side” has adopted a Gandhi like stance…
turn the other cheek and rebel quietly and peacefully. The thugs don’t really
know how to deal with this, so accustomed to violence are they.
I am not a seer or a predictor. Those
quasi-mystical qualities are themselves often the object of ridicule and fraud,
fame which has been bestowed upon them by the charlatans who profess to have
them for profit… Yet, all of them say that this government will not last out
the current year, that inside fighting is already sealing its fate… we will
see… said the blind man…
The mind stays young but the body every so often reminds
us that years have passed since it may have been considered to be in “prime
time”. The latest reminder is a hurting left hip. I guess it realized its
partner, the right one, had been the recipient of a surgical “face-lift” by way
of a titanium implant… So it seems that it became jealous and is letting me
know of this fancy. Painfully. Back to the MRI and the possibility of an
additional implant. Not a complaint, mind you. That metal baby on the right
side is totally painless and, hopefully, if the other one follows the same
road, it will also behave as well as its sister once it is touched up.
Well, enough for now… promise I will be back with a
more coherent entry very soon. In fact… I know I will be talking to my friend
Cheito soon, he actually sent me an email!! ... Coming of age into cyberspace… God
have mercy on us!!!
C U Soon
Be
Well … Be Back!!!
Final Notes:
- Pray for those who are fighting an illness
which may take them away from their loved ones… Every request is heard,
and counts!!
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