Coffee with Old People

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Went to a local fast food restaurant to enjoy a coffee and what passed as egg whites and an english muffin and do some typing on my tablet. Headphones on and leg propped up my aircast, I was typing along quietly in the most remote table i could find in the corner when several old men sat at the table with me. I turned down my headphones as i noticed them looking at me. They were offended; that I had taken up all the space with my 7 inch tablet and keyboard; they were hoping i would leave before Charlie got there: I was in his seat. I moved to another remote table, this one a small square one with only two chairs. I was hoping the move would make room for Charlie. I was still the source of attention so I turned my headphones completely off and listened as I discovered that Sam wasn’t going to like me being at his table where he did the crossword.

I had thought of moving again but was just miffed enough at the fact that these old folks had claimed the restaurant. I spent an hour and a half slow sipping a cup of coffee like a single malt and typing. Sam and Charlie never arrived. Seems they wouldn’t be in until around 1100 for lunch like normal. So here I am getting ready to leave at 0710 to make room for a couple of guys that will be here at around 1100. As I set here with an aircast on my foot hoping to mend some stress fractures before they become worse and cause enough damage that the foot is at risk of amputation or lesser surgery.

I think of the lyrics of my youthful musical heroes: “better to burn out than fade away” “hope I die before I get old”. I have always been one of those people that believes age is a state of mind. Now I am beginning to believe that death is also a state of mind. To sit in a fast food restaurant sipping coffee and discussing politics with little knowledge of what you are speaking of is certainly a sign of death. No card games, dominoes or checkers. Just sitting in assigned seats and waiting four hours for Charlie and Sam to arrive to eat lunch and work the daily crossword puzzle. As if to verify the belief is the few flies that are buzzing around their tables and landing unnoticed on their heads and coffee cups.

Indeed hope I physically die before I get so old as to wallow in an undead state of fly swarming oblivion.



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We currently sitting in a Tornado Watch. The chance of severe thunderstorms is 80-90 % percent over the next few hours. Not an oddity in spring time Kentucky. The oddity is that we had snow two days ago. Mind you it was flurries and not any accumulation but still snow. I am not educated enough as a meteorologist but as a lay man it sure seems like the reports of us changing the climate are accurate.

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Snowpocalypse 2016

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Okay, so I know that the storm is extremely difficult on people along the east coast and there are already deaths attributed to it but people act like they have never seen snow before. Everyone take a deep breath and remember that our ancestors survived a few ice ages. We can make it until Monday.




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Autumn colors fill the air and crisp breezes blow through your hair and you crunch through fallen leaves. Apple’s and pumpkins flavor everything. Baseball teams claim pendants and head to the postseason football teams begin their quests for glory.

Thoughts turn to fireplaces and warming beverages and warm companions. Brown and orange replace the green and yellows of summer in nature’s palette. Reds become darker and more foreboding on her canvas.

The abundant harvest presents itself to carry life through the coming winter. It is a joyous time before our eyes turn to winter slumber. Thus is the time of learning renewed. Youthfulness turns to wisdom and sage advice becomes reality.

The equinox marks equality before the cold nights begin to lengthen in the north. In the south the warming rays of the sun bring yellows back to colors of the world.

So as one set of souls declines and drifts to sleep another set arises and hungrily turns to feed and grow. So we find our world waxing and waning between light and dark here in the crossroads where our choice is made.


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What a great debilitating power we allow into our lives. There are those that say we evolved fear as an emotion to protect ourselves. I think it is purely the opposite. The power of fear keeps us safe. It doesn’t protect us.

The first steps into the unknown by our ancestors was the beginning to overcoming fear. Staying in comfort would have kept us safe. It would not have protected us. Oh it would have protected us from the unknown: kept us safe from knowledge.

But is there protection in lack of knowledge? Does not knowing what is over that hill or behind that tree protect us from it?

What If We Could Live Without The Subjunctive

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of, relating to, or constituting a verb form or set of verb forms that represents a denoted act or state not as fact but as contingent or possible or viewed emotionally (as with doubt or desire)

Would of, should of, could of seem to drive many of our lives. We are captured in a place of mind where we spend entirely too much emotional energy thinking in the subjunctive. What if we didn’t waste this spiritual energy? What if we lived our lives in reality: put aside the doubts and fears of the past, the doubts and fears of the future and lived simply in what we can see and feel. Would we be happier? Would our lives be dry and purposeless without hope?

To stop looking back at the decisions that have led to our lives as they are. The decisions that led to our partners. “I should’ve told them how I felt.” The decisions that led to our careers.¬†“I could’ve been¬†someone if I had just applied myself.” Would we be happier in our circumstances if the possibility of anything different was not an option, or even a thought we could entertain.

The Vietnamese language has no subjunctive. Do the refugees from South Vietnam live a better, more comfortable life not having the concept of what if? “What happened to me if I had not escaped?” Do they have less gratitude for the blessings of life because they cannot express alternatives in their native language?

What would be the results in your own life? Would you be a happier person without the thought of an alternative life. One where better decisions were made by you. One where better actions were done for and to you by others. Conversely, what would your life be if the were no hopes or thoughts of what could be? Would you be devoid of dreams? Would you live in an state of hopelessness?

What would life be without the subjunctive?

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