From my notebook…

A new word for my vocabulary, “smokeshow.” I heard it used in a Saturday Night Live skit on YouTube. Smokeshow is an attractive or hot woman.

I would classify myself as an “intellectual omnivore.”

I also strive to be an “autodidact Polymath.”

Looking for a Lebenskunsler: Master in the art of living…

marks: wrestling = trumpsters: politics

There are two checklists at or near retirement age. The first is what is also commonly known as a “bucket list.” These are things one wants to try, do or accomplish before they die. The second checklist writes itself, maybe appropriately termed a fuck-it list. These are things that one cannot do or try for physical, mental, emotional, or financial reasons. This list expands exponentially and generally is beyond our control.

The Affair
I was told of the affair
Which I was not aware
So I was not there
Given that I do not care

Excerpt from The True Meaning of Life by Pat Fleming
But how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.
And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my heart,
Would ultimately be,
What set me apart.

And what’s really important,
Is my opinion of me,
And whether or not,
I’m the best I can be.
And how much more kindness,
And love I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
It’s my time to go.

Requiem

Sifting through old memories like a camper brushing aside dying embers seeking a spark

Where once there was warmth and comfort, has now grown cold and dark

Had the fire died from neglect, unattended? Had I failed to keep the fire’s glow?

Or had you simply moved on—and decided it was time to go?

A fire once blazed warmly fueled by logs of talk, laughter and caring

Pleasant memories of company, fun, concern and sharing

Now the flames are extinguished, a mist of thin smoke rising faintly from the ash

Mournful reminder of the flame that burned in the past.