Here it comes, the flood of words, coming and going, in and out, back and forth, read and write it is all here and there.
I'm just now getting a chance to catch up with the rest of the country.
I think that I worked 45 hours this week. It seems like much more because of the split shift nature of my work. I get up at 0400 to walk and feed my dog, pet my kitty, take a shower, drink coffee and have a minimal breakfast so that I can drive the 7 miles to work and start work by 0600. My route ended at 0835 and then for 4 days this week I had field trips that started at 0831 and lasted until 0945. Then I would have an hour or so break, unpaid and sign back on at 1100 until about 1230 at which time I would drive the 7 miles back to my apartment, walk the dog, eat lunch and then drive back to work to sign on at 1440 to complete my route by 1715 at which time I would sign on as a bus fueler to work another hour and a 1/4 or so. On Fridays it is more like 2.25 hours and I got home last night about 2030 so that I could walk my dog, feed him, pet the kitty and eat dinner, watch a little TV which is not something I have been able to do all week.
All the news has been abuzz with all the news of the coming inauguration, the US Airways flight that did an emergency water landing where all the crew and passengers survived.
I'm glad I have some knowledge of aviation. It seems the general public has either some knowledge or just stays away from knowledge about aviation until there is a mishap, an accident or catastrophic failure of a major component such as an engine or a double bird strike causing both engines to fail. Those of us who have an aviation passion or once had one which is my case have had enough training to understand what took place with the crew of that aircraft.
I'm grateful that I didn't have to deal with the added tragedy of an airline crash before the huge occasion of the inauguration of 44 President of the United States.
Of course, there are many tragedies occurring throughout the world right now and the new President has already been getting the briefings about them for some time. Everything will unfold and hopefully we will continue on a path of HOPE!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The first 59 years.....
That's right, on the 31st I will celebrate my 59th birthday. When I look back at my life it is hard to pin down much of anything other than chaos and confusion. There has been a storm of cataclysmic proportions raging inside of me for a long time. On occasion I would get glimpses of clarity and calm but they would not last, my howling senses or non senses would always come back and overwhelm that small sense of sanity that I would feel. This is part of the reason I named this new blog Moments, drip, drip drip....Moments are all I have. Only bits and pieces have I been able to string together of coherent thought. Most of my driving force the last 50 years has been about anger and frustration which have consumed me, thrown me into the Abyss of chaos and confusion. After last Friday the 9th of Jan. I finally feel like I am emerging from the storm and what has happened is hope. Hope has been creeping back into my life after being ripped away from me as a child. Since the 9th I have had long moments of clarity because the trigger mechanism of my survival has been disabled.
It has to be the HOPE of a better future, the one I had 40 + years ago that was dashed by a series of events that devastated the country and my personal beliefs beyond my ability to step out and feel true peace. I'm still trying to organize my thoughts and feelings about what has taken place with myself. I am working on all of it and am pursuing my dreams in the 3 dimensional world. I will post pictures soon. If this seems cryptic and hard to understand, it is okay. My whole life has been hard to understand, it has been a bad dream that seems like I am slowly coming out of. I am slow and am finally accepting some of my limitations and moving ahead with what I can accomplish. My focus has been relatively constant, which is a contradiction.
Feast or the alternatives.....
I know I am inconsistent. I have opened this blog and get to it when I can, but am not bending over backwards in my "schedule" to get here to write. I have been working a lot this week. I'm not sure exactly how much, except it is likely over 40 hours. At my school bus driving job, I have not turned down work and that reputation is solidifying with my dispatchers. They seem amazed by my attitude. I think possibly they might have thought I was in semi-retirement, but of course, I am not!
Since Sept. 2008 when school started we have not had any additional trips and the whine around the dispatch office by others has been, when are you going to give me some field trips, where are they? Imagine a bunch of older 50 year older plus children all singing the same tune? And they call our passengers children! Another newer driver and I came to the conclusion that these senior drivers complain about the most trivial slights.
The other day I came back to work after my break in the morning and there were 3 parking spaces in our whole yard. The company was having the monthly safety meetings and even drivers from other yards come. So I parked my van in the spot that was closet to my bus and went out for the afternoon run and when I got back there was a note on my windshield. You have parked your van to close to my car. Next time find another space that parking space. I don't want door marks on my shiny car. I was shocked. A supposedly professional driver in lot full of professional drivers is worried that I don't have respect for their property and would bang my car door into their car. Of course, I immediately wrote a searing 4 page note back and stuck it along with my name and route number into their cubby hole in dispatch. Later, coming back from fueling buses after about an hour and a half, after calming down I decided to not leave the note. I went back to dispatch and I had placed it in the wrong cubby. I took it out and just put that persons note into the right cubby with no attachments.
There is no reason for me to buy into their petty little world.
I am having the day off, Saturday and will be working once again, Sunday, shuttle bus for the dog show, dogs allowed to ride the bus. Not the normal position of the rules.
Since Sept. 2008 when school started we have not had any additional trips and the whine around the dispatch office by others has been, when are you going to give me some field trips, where are they? Imagine a bunch of older 50 year older plus children all singing the same tune? And they call our passengers children! Another newer driver and I came to the conclusion that these senior drivers complain about the most trivial slights.
The other day I came back to work after my break in the morning and there were 3 parking spaces in our whole yard. The company was having the monthly safety meetings and even drivers from other yards come. So I parked my van in the spot that was closet to my bus and went out for the afternoon run and when I got back there was a note on my windshield. You have parked your van to close to my car. Next time find another space that parking space. I don't want door marks on my shiny car. I was shocked. A supposedly professional driver in lot full of professional drivers is worried that I don't have respect for their property and would bang my car door into their car. Of course, I immediately wrote a searing 4 page note back and stuck it along with my name and route number into their cubby hole in dispatch. Later, coming back from fueling buses after about an hour and a half, after calming down I decided to not leave the note. I went back to dispatch and I had placed it in the wrong cubby. I took it out and just put that persons note into the right cubby with no attachments.
There is no reason for me to buy into their petty little world.
I am having the day off, Saturday and will be working once again, Sunday, shuttle bus for the dog show, dogs allowed to ride the bus. Not the normal position of the rules.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
still TMI
There is still TMI to learn to dress up my blogger page. I remember some of how I learned to do things before at js. I used to go to some forums and see how others did things and then just start doing those some things, unless of course, it was TMI.
It's not that it is TMI, but that I can't organize. My brain, the wiring is messed up. I did just make my posting adult content, meaning that I am an adult and just might slip out of popular context and use some four letter word or post something equally distasteful without thinking first. I might just have a typo that looks like something rude or obscene and I need to CYA.
It's not that it is TMI, but that I can't organize. My brain, the wiring is messed up. I did just make my posting adult content, meaning that I am an adult and just might slip out of popular context and use some four letter word or post something equally distasteful without thinking first. I might just have a typo that looks like something rude or obscene and I need to CYA.
The Stuggles
My life is a constant struggle. I put that in an ad I posted on a free dating service and a woman responded, what do you struggle with?
Of course, I never heard from her again. I quit that dating site because I am not ready to date. I'm still struggling along trying to make ends meet.
That doesn't mean I am not going to color my grey beard this week because I don't have the money. It means I am not going to do it even though I want to because I have to spread $100 for two weeks of food and fuel, don't even consider an emergency!
I am really starting to feel my age, 59 at the end of the month, that's the 31st of Jan. not the 29th or the 30th, the 31st is the day.
I'm going to have my weekly socialization with my neighbor. We are going shopping. He & I do it every week, sometimes twice.
We talked on the phone and talked about money and I said I had little, he said he hasn't been paid and I said, but you have a wife who you share with. Look at me, I have a dog and a cat, they don't share anything with me except love, which is very important, but it doesn't pay for their food.
Don't get me wrong here. I continue to be very grateful for my life and continue to put my best foot forward. I continue to survive and considering what I put myself through as a young man it is a miracle that I have lived this long and will continue as long as I can. :-)
Of course, I never heard from her again. I quit that dating site because I am not ready to date. I'm still struggling along trying to make ends meet.
That doesn't mean I am not going to color my grey beard this week because I don't have the money. It means I am not going to do it even though I want to because I have to spread $100 for two weeks of food and fuel, don't even consider an emergency!
I am really starting to feel my age, 59 at the end of the month, that's the 31st of Jan. not the 29th or the 30th, the 31st is the day.
I'm going to have my weekly socialization with my neighbor. We are going shopping. He & I do it every week, sometimes twice.
We talked on the phone and talked about money and I said I had little, he said he hasn't been paid and I said, but you have a wife who you share with. Look at me, I have a dog and a cat, they don't share anything with me except love, which is very important, but it doesn't pay for their food.
Don't get me wrong here. I continue to be very grateful for my life and continue to put my best foot forward. I continue to survive and considering what I put myself through as a young man it is a miracle that I have lived this long and will continue as long as I can. :-)
Friday, January 9, 2009
If You Are Not Completely Outraged, Your Not Paying Attention!
This is completely documented shooting of a young man at Fruitvale Bart Station. I used to frequent this station to ride the trains to SF and other areas.
The video is uncut and quite shocking pretty clearly showing a Bart Police Officer helping to search the man with other officers drawing his gun and shooting the man who is laying face down in the back.
The man died. There is OUTRAGE in the community. This is not the City of Oakland Police, but the Bart Police who seem to have no one to call them to the carpet since they operate on all Bart property in many cities. I've written about them before since they seem to be accountable to no one.
Oh, this is f'd Up. Google or Blogger won't let me link the murder that you will have to find on your own at you tube under the name of Oscar Grant Murder By a Bart Cop.
They are not letting me link to it. My html is all ok. I tried it with CBS copyrighted material and got error messages, hence you tube where you can get and share everything.
I guess Blogger doesn't want to let people show murder on their websites. Thank goodness they don't own You Tube! Of course, I could be absolutely wrong and my html could be off, except I have tried it several times to make sure I didn't error, but it won't let me apparently.
The video is uncut and quite shocking pretty clearly showing a Bart Police Officer helping to search the man with other officers drawing his gun and shooting the man who is laying face down in the back.
The man died. There is OUTRAGE in the community. This is not the City of Oakland Police, but the Bart Police who seem to have no one to call them to the carpet since they operate on all Bart property in many cities. I've written about them before since they seem to be accountable to no one.
Oh, this is f'd Up. Google or Blogger won't let me link the murder that you will have to find on your own at you tube under the name of Oscar Grant Murder By a Bart Cop.
They are not letting me link to it. My html is all ok. I tried it with CBS copyrighted material and got error messages, hence you tube where you can get and share everything.
I guess Blogger doesn't want to let people show murder on their websites. Thank goodness they don't own You Tube! Of course, I could be absolutely wrong and my html could be off, except I have tried it several times to make sure I didn't error, but it won't let me apparently.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
OH, it was a good idea earlier......
the hot cocoa, different than hot chocolate. Often the two are confused, but I got my head around it the when I was looking for some Mexican hot chocolate with Jalapeno Peppers.
So, cocoa is that powder, something like Herseys that used to come in a brown paper can with metal bottom and metal top with an oval opening replaceable metal lid that one would pry open with a spoon.
I buy my cocoa bulk at an herb/vegetable store. A lot cheaper that way and I think the quality is probably better.
So I mix my cocoa with milk and a sweetener such as evaporated cane juice or honey. Heat it all up on the stove and pour it intomy big mug. mmmm. I did that today about lunch time. To much. Now I don't feel like sleeping, but will use self hypnosis to go to another level.
I read that hot chocolate is the cocoa powder, milk, sweetener and whole chocolate that is melted in the pan along with the other ingredients. That sounds yummy. Maybe I will experiment with it once on a weekend and then save it for a special occasion.
The thing about the hot cocoa is that I know it gives me a kick, caffeine kick and I have some very uncomfortable pain.
It is an old habit to medicate pain with caffeine especially when the acetametaphen is not working well.
I took a flying tumble inthe kitchen the other day, slipped on some water that my dog lapped up out of his bowl and ended up on the flow, even though I have made great efforts to keep it from getting there. I walked into the kitchen, stepped bare foot into the water and found myself flopping like a hooked fish onto the kitchen floor onto my already inflamed left rotator cup, the one that never healed back there in 2000.
That's it, why I am still wired up from that delicious hot cocoa.
So, cocoa is that powder, something like Herseys that used to come in a brown paper can with metal bottom and metal top with an oval opening replaceable metal lid that one would pry open with a spoon.
I buy my cocoa bulk at an herb/vegetable store. A lot cheaper that way and I think the quality is probably better.
So I mix my cocoa with milk and a sweetener such as evaporated cane juice or honey. Heat it all up on the stove and pour it intomy big mug. mmmm. I did that today about lunch time. To much. Now I don't feel like sleeping, but will use self hypnosis to go to another level.
I read that hot chocolate is the cocoa powder, milk, sweetener and whole chocolate that is melted in the pan along with the other ingredients. That sounds yummy. Maybe I will experiment with it once on a weekend and then save it for a special occasion.
The thing about the hot cocoa is that I know it gives me a kick, caffeine kick and I have some very uncomfortable pain.
It is an old habit to medicate pain with caffeine especially when the acetametaphen is not working well.
I took a flying tumble inthe kitchen the other day, slipped on some water that my dog lapped up out of his bowl and ended up on the flow, even though I have made great efforts to keep it from getting there. I walked into the kitchen, stepped bare foot into the water and found myself flopping like a hooked fish onto the kitchen floor onto my already inflamed left rotator cup, the one that never healed back there in 2000.
That's it, why I am still wired up from that delicious hot cocoa.
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