“Everything you can imagine is real.” ~ Pablo Picasso
Wow, I’ve been imagining things again. It always really pisses me off when my perceptions don’t resonate with the predominant power flow. And after the petty anger comes reflection, and then analysis, and then the moment where I choose either compliance or alignment with my own heart and soul. It’s a tough call. I’m not very good at it. Am I sincere throughout the process? Uh huh.
The snow is fairly profound. I may not be able to get out of the driveway but I am going to try, because cats. My third cup of coffee is brewing as we speak, the coffee maker gurgles, the cat maintains dignity, and the man that I am is still wondering about the man’s man I spent some time with a few days ago. Why do they always have to squeeze so hard in a handshake? My grip, from 10,000 miles of bicycling, could really hurt them, thus my application of restraint. It’s like dude I got yer message dude and we have similar if not identical primate tendencies dude, chill, k?
I’ll have some significant shoveling just to get out to the car to see if the car can get out of the driveway. I’ll do it iffin I can. The real trick will be to keep my mind on the task. It will be easy to put my attention there and to keep it there. The hard part will be to feel okay about that. The tailgater at my rear bumper says ‘ya gotta get gone’. Nope, can’t do that. Our perceptions may not be the same dude but we are . . . . . . I don’t reckon I rightly know what we all got in common. If my prudence doth offend thee m’lord I must offer condolence.
What that bit of sarcasm has to do with my daily life off of the road I cannot say. I haven’t a clue. Maybe I was a troubadour in a past life. I may not be highly virtuous but I know how to do it and I am not afraid to use it. Oh, oh, oh, I must also offer an apology to the person who finds such fury as a result of my obsession with empirical actuality. Chill, sis, there is also love in the world, which makes copious room for the silly little details. As for the rest of you . . . . . . I love that you read my blog. Can you hear me smile. Nice. Thanks, yer a pal.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.