Ever had a song that simply speaks to you, a song you feel was written especially for you? I’m sure you have and today, I’m sharing mine.
“Wasted On The Way” by Crosby, Stills and Nash is beautiful—especially the words of the song. That’s all I’ve really got to say. I’ll let the song speak for itself.
We’ll be back Sunday with another post.
I don’t think I’ve ever written a post about footwear before. I’m about to do it now.
Yesterday was a sad day for me as I had to throw away my favorite pair of hippie shoes. I’d worn them down to the ground—wore them almost every day for the past three years. They were beginning to look pretty bad—a reality that was hard to face.
I almost said a prayer as I threw them in the trash. Well, not really. Let’s not get too carried away, but it was close to the low point of the day.
When I say hippie shoes, I really mean Earth Shoes. I wore them back in the early 70’s, then lost track of them, then rediscovered them about ten years ago. I thought they were no longer around. They are.
The photo being used in this post shows how those Earth Shoes looked back in the 70’s. I had a pair exactly like them and also a black pair. They lasted for years.
With the Earth Shoes now, the tops look more modern, but the sole of the shoe looks exactly the same. These type of shoes are good for diabetics as they take the weight off the ball of the foot. My foot doctor likes the fact I wear them.
Earth Shoes are kind of expensive but you get what you pay for and I usually look for bargains on line. I’ve got at least six pair of them left.
Who says guys don’t care about shoes. I’m almost as bad as my ex-wife.
(Photo found on Google)
I was in Walgreens on Madison Avenue last week buying a can of Ajax to help clean my bathroom. Something a little more exciting than Ajax was want I discovered in the beverage section.
Walgreens now has hard liquor for sale—vodka, whiskey, gin, you name it. Of course the prices are kind of high, keep in mind this is Walgreens, but in case you can’t get to a regular liquor store, well there you go. I was tempted to buy a bottle of vodka to go along with the Ajax, but I decided not to.
When paying for the Ajax, I asked the clerk about the liquor.
“We used to sell it years ago,” she said, “but stopped. Now we’re selling it again along with beer.”
I thought to myself that the hell, they’ve been selling beer along with wine for a long time. That’s nothing new. Maybe I should have told the clerk that but decided against it.
I can’t help but wonder if these hard liquor sales will have an impact on those bus benches in front of Walgreens. You see a little bit of everything on those benches, including drunks.
Will people buy bottles of hard liquor and open them up while sitting in front of Walgreens waiting for the bus? Will these bus passengers be willing to share their beverage? Will drunken people have problems crossing the street or getting on and off the bus?
This will be interesting for me to see in the coming weeks. The cops might be interested in it too.
(Graphic found on Google)
There’s no focus with this post today. Sometimes it’s fun to be out of focus, don’t you think? Just a few things I want to get at here.
I’ll start with shameless self-promotion.
I’ve been talking for months about that new alternative newspaper here in the area, Article 25. I know I’ve created a lot of confusion as to what’s going on mainly because I didn’t really know, but now I do. No, the LOL column will not be moving to that publication. With the first issue in April, I’ll be writing a new column for Article 25 entitled “The Human Condition” I’ll give you more details on this a little later.
The Living Out Loud column will remain in CityBeat the first issue of every month. The one scheduled for April is damn funny if I do say so myself.
That’s the end of shameless self-promotion. For now.
I want to talk about the blogroll for a minute.
All of them listed over there to the right I look at. I wouldn’t have them there if I didn’t read them, but there are three I view on a daily basis—“Cincinnati Nation,” “Huffington Post,” and now another one that I’m liking a lot—Kate Christensen’s “Don’t Let it Bring You Down.” I’m curious as to the ones you like reading.
And to end this for today, tomorrow morning is cataract surgery on my left eye, so there will be no post tomorrow. The plan is to be back sometime on Tuesday, probably in the afternoon.
Now get on over to the blogroll and check out those other blogs. While you’re at it, have a great Sunday.
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With those warm days earlier in the week, a lot of people were out dressed like it was summer. Hell, it was with those temperatures in the 80’s.
Most of us wear fewer clothes in warm weather and a lot of guys out and about go shirtless. I’m not one of them. I can’t help but notice that there are some guys not wearing shirts who should be more like me.
There’s a guy in my neighborhood who doesn’t like to wear a shirt even when it’s cool outside. I wish the hell he would.
I’m sorry—don’t mean to be mean, but the guy is fat. Sorry, he’s just too fat to go without a shirt.
Sometimes I’ll go outside my apartment building to smoke a cigarette, will go out to the sidewalk and relax against the fence. If he’s out, he’ll want to stop and talk for a bit.
I can’t focus in on what he’s talking about. I’m focused in on his stomach, on his fat. I feel like telling him to put a damn shirt on.
Currently, he’s the only reason I have to look forward to winter.
(Photo found on Google)
Once upon a time, I used to take pride in the fact that I didn’t need to take any kind of pill for any kind of health problem. Back in my younger days, sure, I took a pill sometimes, but not one I really needed—if you get my drift.
Over the past few months since I’ve made a commitment to seeing doctors on a regular basis again, my no pill days are over. Now a shelf in my bathroom looks like a small pharmacy.
There’s that water pill in the morning for blood pressure, then another damn pill for the blood pressure too. I take that second pill in the evening also.
Being a diabetic, for years I was on insulin. No more. Now I’m taking some kind of diabetic pills—one in the morning before I eat and one at night before dinner.
In the evening after I eat, I take a cholesterol pill. I’ve never struggled with cholesterol in my life. What the hell suddenly is this about?
Sometimes I struggle opening those damn pill bottles. I can feel my blood pressure rise trying to open the bottle to take the pill for that blood pressure. It’s maddening.
Back before starting this cataract surgery stuff, it was hard, no make that impossible, to read the labels on the pill bottles. Despite being legally blind, at least my mind wasn’t legally dead. I had a number of Sharpie Markers and I color-coded the caps on the pill bottles. Red was for blood pressure (seemed like the right color choice), blue for cholesterol—I think you get the idea.
I’m a person of routine and I have worked my “pill popping” into it. I hate having to take all those pills but if they allow me to keep on doing what I’m doing, I’m not going to complain about it. Oh, wait a minute. I’ve probably just done that here.
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