Saturday, April 29, 2017

Rollin' is not my middle name, but......

I was just pouring my 3rd cup of coffee and thought, wow, I plan on rolling along the highways of America in a couple of years for the Twighlight of my life. Twighlight and morning light. I like the mornings the best and on Sat. Like today, they are awesome. I imagine spending the twilight evening hours drinking some hot tea, watching the glow of the setting sun. My memory recollects some of thos past times in the quiet evenings of my past.

Today, I don't have to wake up at o'dark anything and it is usually light when I get up. I am at work week days by about 6:10 am. What a bit of relief from that but fairly non productive reflective and writing.

It would not be in my best interest not to note the passing of Gato the cat who lived where I live yesterday. He was such a wild and beautiful cat, Tuxedo cat as they seem to be known. Of course he was part feral and not an indoor cat. I have fond memories of him. He helped me get over my loss of my other pets as pets often do for us. Our companions of unconditional love!

I do have to get moving along though because I will be going over to NoPo and getting my truck to work on it, purchase some more 2x4's etc. Spring is here and the weather is dry and I can now work on it more steadily since school will be letting out on 15th of June, just a month and a half away. I am signing up for summer work though and have taken on a job tomorrow at 12:45 pm taking a band from Ceasar Chavez School in NoPo to Snitzer Theater for show.

A lot of my decisions are now based on feeling. I feel coming to the end of my working career I must still keep my hand it, to earn that extra, Not money to subsidize my lack of working steady. I have been having trouble with some kids that I drive and the VP doesn't seem to understand how difficult and dangerous the behavior of these kids is when driving a 40 foot bus. Hopefully these kids will mature and understand how dangerous it is their behavior and find other areas to amuse themselves because it is not ok. I have had to really focus on not giving them fuel to have me fired which is thier stated objective, not understanding what kind of impact that would have on me or anyone else. I have started citing the Administrative Directive from the school board as one of the violations. AD 4.30.060-P on anti- harrassment. I want the record to show that the administrators at the schools know what we know, that they are in violation of not thoroughly investigating or nipping at the beginning of the abuse we suffer. It is not ok. I have asked the kids before what they thought of if their parents went to a job and a co-worker was harassing them? They side step because they don't want to face that they are committing abusive behavior towards a person who just wants to do his job safely, get paid and go home and do the things that make us happy.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Nothing says home from work like..........

I forget to take off my boots, but when I do wow! My feet are free again from the confines of my boots. I can freely wiggle my toes, twist my foot around at the ankle, back and forth. Feel the air as it penetrates my socks, yes still wearing my socks.

Home, boots off, Freedom!

Sunday, April 16, 2017

The Cyclical Wondering Life

March 10, 2016

Old Men spitting. Yes, we are on our way to being droolers. When we spit some of us just can't,  that simple. Getting old is like when you are younger but in reverse, a lot skills we had to learn, we are unlearning or having to learn again too. You know you are an old guy when you think back to when you first learned how to spit as an awakening to adolescence. You remember spending time with your friends letting the thick drool and letting it slowly escape from your mouth with gravity and trying to stretch it out all the way to the toilet bowl  and then sucking it back into your mouth before it touches anything there

So, you know you are getting old and pull out the nearly week old  bread from the storage and there is some mold on it. You remember the story of how penicillin was discovered, scrape off some of the light mold and slice the bread for toast thinking it will not harm me, I have survived much worse and it could have a beneficial result.

You know you are becoming an old guy when you go to spit and you then find it later on your collar or your sleeve. It could be embarrassing in social situations. You know you are getting old when your already undersized junk is shrinking even further and trying to get hold of it becomes a real challenge and you got to pee like mad, yet can't seem to extract it from your pants. Depends! Maybe it is time for Depends. I don't want to go back to diapers yet!


March 6, 2016

It should be no surprise to me  that persons I admire who came before me are passing back to dust, just as I must when my abused body gives up. The ultimate and final surrender when we exhale our last breath. Death comes to us all, I have worked through many regrets, yet a few still linger reminding me that I could have done better. I don't need to be to curious because my time will come and I will then not know forever more, reduced to dust as from which I came.(posted to Facebook this day. We will see, we will see who comments and what they say)

Today, Feb. 28, 2016

I have drunk two cups of coffee and it is great for getting me going but better even for me to procrastinate. It is a balancing act and I did some clean up after breakfast, Sunday I am going to do my OHP paperwork, I think it is about due and need it done. Then to the Hollywood Theater to see a movie that is hosted by Chris Rock and meet another school bus driver there, a guy who tries to find as many free events to attend. Younger than me of course.

I am de-revolutionizing,  moving towards a nomadic life style.  I just thought of what I am doing and why. it is all starting to make sense to me, all the going back to my past to reclaim or assimilate it into my current life, revisiting friends, reclaiming friends or just perpetuating friendships has come full circle for me now including me in the chain of events. Where I used to be looking at it from outside, I am now looking at my life from within.

I am working towards a nomadic life stye. I may have experienced one in my past lives. I just heard on the radio the Mississippi River and it's flooding. then I thought about tornado alley in the midwest and the cold winters in the Northern territories. Then I am thinking about great civilizations and how they have fallen under setting down roots. I think about the season, our planet and it's orbit, I think about the natural cycle of life and determined I can find my happiness on a wandering path. It all ties together and I am working on moving towards it with my idea of mobile home where I can visit people and places and choose the weather I want to experience.

I am coming to a better understanding of my place in the world. One of the links in my personal evolution has been revealed to me. I am an important link in my own destiny! The cyclic nature of our world, our environment. I need to be more nomadic and that is what I am working towards.



 My reading comprehension is good in the moment, but recollecting what I read is something wholly different. I got that typo you made because of the context and the sentence structure. My little brain works well in most cases. I went to the web because I needed a little back ground on Expressive Arts Practice. I had little inkling of a name for this practice. Makes sense. Many of us know healing the human is about a total experience and communicating through music, art and humor are important aspects of regaining mental and physical health or just communicating if regaining is not possible. We can elevate those who are down, including ourselves through experiences.

It is a bigger world out there and  we are so small.  As far as age goes, besides the physical, I have learned to nurture my inner child, adolescent and older guy. I have been learning to honor most of myself. This means I have continued to learn and be teachable, to not loose sight of the big and small picture. I do get easily distracted, but am working on a goal of a nomadic life style and am pretty focused on that, yet I am taking a more circular route to get there.



Dec. 12, 2014

Posted to my facebook page this short writing:

I have always thought of myself as someone who missed or travelled from one time to another. I am not sure whether it is truth or fiction, yet it is my life and what I have made of it. As I am getting older, I am again traveling through my own memories back in time to when I only skirted along the surface off my more youthful times and now I am inspecting those times with more attention than I seemed to have possessed then!

For me, this is a new understanding of incorporating my past with my present, finding the depth that I so carelessly misplaced in my immature thinking. However, it is that very thinking that made who I am today, the kind, warm mature person who is living the dream that I have always wanted. I always wanted to know who I am and I have a  better understanding of who I am today. Barriers have always been placed in my path, yet I have adapted, adjusted and navigated around them. I have had help from that positive energy that continues to go unnamed except as magic, the connection that we all share. Sifting through and finding the good purposes is often a challenge that distracts us from that goodness. I have had my share of distractions. My life has not been boring, even when I am wiling away time idly. My focus has been building over years and as long as a decade of independence without owning property, seeking that nomadic lifestyle. I even sought that lifestyle as early as 18 years old but didn't know that was what I was searching for. The clues were unclear to me. My intensity has always distracted me from what it is I truly believe in.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

starting over has been the main theme in my life and I didn't plan it

I first started this blog apparently right around 12/21/08!  That is a long time ago. I had lots to write about and still do. I have been distracted and recently, I have somehow been reconnected with this blog. Although Facebook is a good place to connect with friends, it is not a good place to write meaningfuI deep searching my soul writing. I  first started writing this entry in 2013, got distracted, now I am back and it is 2017, Yikes!

 Maybe I just need to write a little here, a little there and leave it at that. I have finally put Blogger onto my favorites page. How long did it take me to figure that out to remind me to come and write? I love to write and now it is the time of my live to throw myself back into writing. Not only that, I will soon enough be working on a book. I have been gathering experiences in my life, so many that someone may be interested in the life of a blue collar working person.

 The writing I have been doing on face book has to leave that place and perhaps come here, perhaps get refined and edited by me and go somewhere else. I have to move these words around, to satisfy my needs. Now it is July, 30, 2014 Now it is August 6, 2014. Now it is April 9, 2017!

This is the way it is, my life is a constant restart process.

At first I didn't have much say in the blog, but over time as with any writing bits and pieces come and then I find a way to put it together. I have had to reinvent myself from an early age. At first the reinvention was forced upon me. I didn't understand that it is in our nature to adapt and adjust to our environment, but that is what I have learned. This is my place, to adapt and adjust, make changes that I once thought were not possible, to start and restart again and again.

The fuel that keeps me moving forward is sometimes slow acting like molasses on a cold day. It drips on my inner time piece adding up over time to make the gears make a movement. It is like increasing gravity the closer we get to the center of our planet. My process though, is a contradiction. It has always been confusing and chaotic. I have learned to function and flourish in the chaos in my mind and survive and thrive.

I am the odd ball Clyde, but not the first one. I am grateful that my relatives before me were quirky, that I am from a line of quirky people who have looked hard into what their lives were all about, what their path should be. It has been a continuing journey of introspection. For a time when I was younger, about 10 years old I started to escape into books of science fiction and fantasy. I kept that up for about 3-6 years. Then I got lost again and I have been in and out of losing track for most of my life. It is the way I am and I am a survivor. I don't know why, but I accept the graces that have been bestowed upon me. I accept and am grateful I am still here to tell about it. I am working towards that end, but always starting again and again.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Time might be moving to fast, slow down!

Last post was over a year and a quarter ago. Not a good sign. Just got home from work, still drving a school bus. It is just not a good job, toxic would get a good description. The kids on my middle school route want me gone. I have a new strategy with them, keep my bill hat on and only glance at them once in awhile, because when they can't see my face in the mirror that is mounted above my head, they can't tell if they are annoying me and have mostly quiet. Of course, we have a new seating arrangement and it is a process to complete.

Of course it took a lot of time to get two students removed from my bus, but finally they really hung themselves by leading chants about S E X ! What's that spell most of the back of the bus screaming out SEX! Then they did the R A P E one and that was over the top. When I wrote the referral, the Vice Principal. Chuckled about the SEX part, but when he got to the RAPE part he was completely shocked! This is what I had been telling him and his advice had been pick your battles, build relationships and they are just being normal middle schoolers.

Those two are gone, now it is I Fucked your mother. I got the VP's attention again and he said he would talk to the parents and fhe kids. One of the kids apparently snitched off the other kid. I couldn't get them to do it. The one kid said he had a new system for riding the bus. I take that to mean an agreement to not use profane language. However today, I threatened him with a referral before we even left the school! I later retracted that because I am picking my battles! This is the worst job I have ever had, but the money is the best I can get.

I am planning on retiring after my truck is finished next year. That is what I am working towards. I still haven't decided if I will keep my car. I should find some VW bus guy who wants the engine and traby perhaps. Or just seen the whole thing and get they block head Harley clone or whatever V-Twin winds my watch.

One last thing.  A short. Bus driver today hit and knocked down a pedestrian on a street today. I don't know the details nor do I know if I will ever find out, but the pedestrian was not getting up and the driver couldn't even call it in, another driver did it. I could tell the driver was devastated. If I hurt someone while driving, I would be lost for awhile. It is heart wrenching to have known someone who died by the wheels of a truck. To think I could driver after that, would just suck! I will find out more details as I investigate. One thing for sure the driver will lose his job. That's just the way it is.



Sunday, November 29, 2015

Where we landed in the future

We are in the future having traveled here from the past. We have lived or survived to be here now. Often being in the present is so sought after by others, but I am here now having attatined my position since the last entry. Why do I care? Why does it bother some that they want to hurry up so they can relax. Get out of my way, I am in a hurry to relax!

Just sit down and breath. It is November 29, 2015 and distant from the last entry. I have been writing elsewhere, here, but not on this blog. Here as in this iPad, on pages. I have also decided to stop reading periodicals because they interfer with my writing. I intend to publish and will be sending out copies soon so that I can receive polite or not so polite rejections of my writing until I find an outlet for my musings. Mostly about injustices of the school bus driver and how we are treated and encouraged to engage ourselves in a toxic environment and given lip service about how important our  service is and denegrated when we consider withholding our service. How is it my fault the employers can not attract enough qualified people to do the job that I do? Try the pay is low and the stress is high. If it isn't the children, it is the other drivers on the road.

This job now that I am back to work has consumed my life. This job takes a lot more energy than we are told it will take. Only now for some of us has it sunk in. I have done this job  since 2007 with an extended break from May 2014 to Feb. 2015 from a misunderstanding with my location manager about my actions and how he thought it wise to terminate my employment. Through negotiations and implied threats from government agencies I got my job back with some retroactive pay. I had to sign a return to work agreement and it has some unreasonable requirements that I have been told to violate without the termination promised in the document. It is just part of the most rediculous con traditions of this job. I have been willfully violating my return to work agreement with the express understanding that deviation from route or rerouting is expected of a driver if there are issues with the route. In other words we must drive in a safe manner that most effectively delivers our charges to their designated pick up and drop off locations avoiding traffic stalls and blocked passages. We must not call these deviations/rerouting in but I document them in a notebook just incase I am questioned about them. I will try and make more entries here in the coming year having missed so much time in the last one. Of course, I keep a journal and the essay I am working on takes up  much of my energy that is left over after my job sucks up all of it.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

To many too's

too many distractions.... too many papers.... too many lists....too much clutter.... too many action items.... to many minutes waking up.... too many thoughts.... too much disorganization.... too few days left in summer.... too many stories to tell.....too many expectations.... too much stress.... too many feelings....too few storage spaces.... too many unfinished projects.... too much lethargy..... too many gaps in memory.... too many days that passed I don't recollect.... too many pennies piling up in stores....too many pennies ending up in the landfill....too much inflation....too many low wage jobs.... too many angry people.... too many people being bad....too many deniers.... too little change.... too many people killing.... too much government gridlock....too many dead beat elected representatives.... too many people wasting.... too much wasted food.... too much water wasted....too much wasted fuel.... too much ignorance....too much war for oil....too much war for greed....too much war for lies.... too much war for peace....too many dead from war....too many dead from "peace".... too much too much.... too much infinity.... too much expanding universe....too many stars....too much rain.... too much sun.... too much wind....too much cold....too many cigarette smokers....too few exercising.... too many complaining.... too many situations we lack influence.... too many unanswered questions....too many patterns....too many fossil fuel users.... to many pit mines too many strip mines....too many dead miners.... too many oil wells....too many dead oil workers.... too many people starving, too many people sick, too many people unevenly distributed on this planet.... too many leaky faucets....too many dollar stores....too few decent wages.... too many liars....too many too's to list!