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Ninety days. This is the longest I’ve kept this up. It’s almost a daily blog. I haven’t done something like this since a while ago… perhaps around the start of Link of the Day.
What better way to post, but as a commentary about this blog. It’s always the last resort for a topic. It’s also always the first resort! When in doubt talk about yourself. I’m hoping your not bored yet.
As my mom tells it, the room in which my dad died smelled of flowers about the time he passed. It was a hospital room so the bleach like smell disappeared replaced with flowers. Amazing.
My father died on this date twenty years ago. I still miss him dearly.
What would life had been like with him around for these past twenty years? What would we have been? What would we have done? Would life be the same, but with him around to add even more enjoyment? It has been so many years without his presence that I can’t imagine it.
The man was jolly. I try to be as jolly as he was. His laugh was great and comforting. When we were just toddlers he was our Santa. There was no need to believe in the bearded fellow from the North Pole, because he was always living in our house. That’s how jolly he was.
Twenty years ago, I was there by his hospital bed on his last night. It haunts me now as the next day he was gone. I wish I could’ve had more time with him. I would’ve loved to have someone to confide in more as I got older. Someone to seek advice from. My dad was very right in a lot of things he asked of me. That is until his last…
If your dad is still around, hug him for me. Cherish the time now. We only have a finite time with our loved ones. Let’s live it with gusto.
Maybe I’m really out of shape or maybe it was really hot, but I had some troubles on my walk this afternoon. It’s the thing that I made me sort of stop cycling: that little bit of fluttering of the pulse. I don’t know. Is it real or is it all in my mind? Am I good or will I drop dead all of a sudden? I guess I should just live my life in the best and happiest way possible, because I could be gone in an instant.
News is broken isn’t it? I haven’t watched any news on television in decades. I haven’t read any newspapers in decades as well. I get my news from Twitter and blogs. It’s because I can’t really read anything anymore. Three sentences and I am done, and I throw it back to the computer or phone to read dumb tweets and blog posts.
I think it’s me. I have to seek out good sources of news. I don’t know any at the moment. All I know is the internet, blogs and such. I don’t feel like paying for subscriptions. I guess in order to get something good I should pay.
Yet, the news doesn’t seem to be doing great work at the national level. Maybe locally they’re doing good work. I guess we need to find out.
We’re really going to open this thing up. Now that most things are we’re gonna forget about this virus. I think we’ll see a spike in the rona coming up. In July, we’ll have a bigger problem than what we had back in April. I think we don’t care anymore.
Closing out the days of my nephew’s graduation. He’s off to Senior Week, but we had another cookout today to celebrate his graduation.
Yup. These days are slowly winding down. We’ll be going back to normal in a few months. Will this blog go back to being silent? Can’t believe it, because there ain’t no movies to watch and review!
Went to my nephew’s “graduation.” Yes the quotes there are to signify that he didn’t walk down the aisle and picked up his diploma from the headmaster. He stepped to the headmaster, received the diploma, and that was it. We did get pictures taken, but there was no audience. We did try to invite everyone via a Zoom live cast, but that wasn’t as successful — our “ceremony” started much, much earlier than scheduled so many people missed it.
So that’s it. I’m proud of the dude from graduating. He really hated it early on, but seems to finally liked it at the end. Stuck with it and I think he’s better for it.
Missed one. Skip it. Just continue on with today.
I don’t understand what the end game of the police brutality going on this week with the protesters. What happens when we all go back home? Do you expect us to be silent again? Can the police look their families and friends in the eye and know they have their respect?
In the end, when you think about the protests during President Obama’s years and compare them to the protests of Donald Trump, you see that leadership matters. A leader tries to be the best and calm things down. Donald Trump just provokes. His is a tyrant and not a president.
We know now that the police and the military is a stone throw from being the gestapo and SS. They have put lie to the fact that they protect and serve the community. They have put lie to the fact that it is just a few “bad apples.” The entire orchard is rotten to the core.
America is broken.
1989. 2020. 1987. 1991 is missing. Those are the guys who have been Gilman graduates in my family. My nephew today received his tie. Just one of the things you get when your family spends some money on an education. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll be a good man. I don’t know, but I hope so.
We are in martial law. Who knew?
It was all about hippy punching to the max.
Truly has made America the worst.
