Random Thoughts...(04/03/15)

So it's been a while since I last hunted and pecked. I guess I didn't have much to say. LOL. Surprisingly! I can be quite voluble at times and I know there have been tons of times that I said to myself that I have to put down another blog. Yes I do talk to myself. Whatever! I amuse myself and talking to myself allows me to hear it outside of my head. My head is complicated enough as it is!

So what prompted me to start typing on this beautiful day? First I have to say that this day has been absolutely gorgeous. Sunny and a warm sun. Temps hitting 80F which is almost 27C. Awesome day! Okay I meander I know. It is what I do! I worked outside tending to my grass (the legal kind) on my front lawn and making sure that my newly planted iris buds are getting water. Oh my BBG talking about gardening! LOL.

So my plan is to start each paragraph with the word so. Chuckles to himself. So not only do I talk to myself I even chuckle to myself. Okay I need to get this down before I meander some more a la Adam Duritz of Counting Crows performing live.

So there is that word again. LOL. Yesterday I donated a pint of my O+ blood at Fluor Field and besides getting some Greenville Drive swag (tickets, ballcap and some ballpark food), I got the added benefit of feeling pretty pumped about doing a good deed. My original plan after donating was to drop into Mac's Speed Shop and partake in their awesome selection of beers on tap and grab a bite to eat. But alas I read the dang paperwork that they gave me when I answered the million questions of questionable behavior that I did not partake in my earlier days and I guess what I thought was questionable behavior way back when was pretty lame.

So anyways one of things aka effing rules that you are expected to follow after donating blood is waiting to have alcohol at least an hour later and after a hearty meal. Well ixnay my opportunity to embark on a high gravity beer adventure as all I had eaten yesterday (Thursday) was a healthy salad and that was five hours earlier. There are times that common sense actually prevails in my life. I hate those times. LOL. Yesterday was one of those times. Dang!

So having had one of those sensible BBG moments I figured I should go home and feed BooBoo Dammit. I did have to stop and get some veggies and more importantly good beer on my way home as at some point I was going to have a hearty meal on April 2nd. LOL.

So besides the cool ballcap and the ticket vouchers which I can use singly or dare I say on a date, they gave me some ballpark food which consisted of a large bag of roasted peanuts (yum), a bag of doritos (less yum) and a 20 oz Pepsi (semi yum as it isn't beer). I don't think that food freebies were considered hearty given that I did want to have a beer or seven on a night before a day off so off I went to my car to head back home.

So on my way to my car I passed by a gentleman sitting on a bench in front of the church and it was plain to see that he was having a tough time. I was there once in mid 20s when I spent a couple months homeless and being on the fringes of society. Fortunately in my case that happened in a place where social agencies were in place to help people like I was. Not sure if we have that here. Having been there in mind and reality I try to make eye contact with those less fortunate. It isn't all altruistic. Sometimes it is a purely a self-defense mechanism to be prepared just in case.

So anyways the gentleman says hey and asks how I am doing. I look at him and say things are good. He looked at the stuff in my hands (the peanuts, doritos and soft drink) and then told me that he was hungry. I was there once I was never able to panhandle or beg. I just couldn't do that though as to me it meant I would have to look at someone in the eye; at someone who was higher on the totem pole of life in my mind and ask for help. I have noticed when being asked to give something that those asking look at people straight in the eye. When I was there I couldn't do that. It's an amazing gutsy move. I know I have been there. He was grateful for my "gift".

So bumping into the gentleman on the bench in front of the church in front of Fluor Field was a great remember when of where I once was and where I am now. Things are not perfect but things are good!

So in the words of the members of the band Fun as well as their producer....Carry On ....