Jan Vermeer van Delft
The Glass of Wine-1661
Jan Vermeer van Delft
The Glass of Wine-1661
First picture of the New Year 2015 as the weather in the south has gotten in on some seriously sweet polar chill. Witness my denim froze on the rail, in the sun drying.
Two men are meeting on the street
“It was very cold this morning”
“How cold was it?”
“I do not exactly, but I saw a lawyer
with his hands in his own pockets.”
I would think the above joke on cold weather is somewhat universal, or should at least be understandable, universally. Anyhow……. If its this cold in Georgia then I suppose my friends up north are feeling the chill as well. Stay warm and help someone who maybe less fortunate, its happened to me before and I thank you.
Here is a true Christmas Fairy Tale. Brian the groom thought up a plan to surprise his wife to be. This occurred last week, just before Christmas at the Mall of Georgia up the road from where I live. Take a minute to enjoy and celebrate.
Gregg Allman has a birthday today. Never met the man and most likely never will. His music, and the music of his “Brothers & Sisters’ are a large part in the fabric of my life.
A tribute by Pat Monahan performing one of his compositions this past year. Fox Theatre, Atlanta Georgia.
Queen of Hearts.
I found this on a old disc……….clueless? I have dedicated about 1-2 hours a day to preserving all the photos, mostly digital over the past month. No clue as to shelf life of these disc. Their age is suspect, but and but is the big if, seemingly hit the peak of photos from 2001 until about 2010. What happen to the balance I am clueless. Found a picture of a woman wearing a pair of Zebra boots and another of a cat and a set of the young widowed woman with two dogs. I hope she made it to Colorado.
Cool…the word I was looking for is archiving. The preservation of pictures of shit that has no meaning to none but me. Even the trunk full of 35mm photographs, the handful of properly displayed vacations and the negatives can be summed up w/a quote(s)?
” For 40+ years I set the dinner table while cooking. When its time for dinner no one has ever shown up. So I throw the shit in the garbage, put the plates, glasses and flatware up and repeat the same steps each evening. Same results. ”
Pretty much sums up the archiving…..(laughter).
Last month of the year has arrived, it is December 2014 and oh how the time has passed.
Retired from Federal Government somewhat expected but never expected to occur as it did so quickly. Twenty five years with them seems like the cross between a lifetime and a bad dream that’s over and gone.
Since August, my official retirement-out date and receipt of my first pension check the days have been filled with ‘catching-up’ on the details, minor at first but over the years the details became an agenda in need of fulfillment. Deferred health care was a major concern and problematic that the time was never available. So I suffered consequences unavoidably. Obviously the top of me list is/was get your body fixed or repaired as well as my home. So much deferred for so long.
After years of painful and life altering spinal injury, no not disc, chord injury my surgeon ‘did it’. He repaired the damage I’d carried for years, but what I thought would take a day or two and a few weeks of healing, well I underestimated the process (laugh here). I am now humble and grateful to him (my surgeon) and Emory-midtown in Atlanta GA, for what I simply call medicine. The process that combines the facility, the Doctors, nurses, tech and their philosophy. Medicine, the combination of physical, emotional and atmosphere to heal the sick. I thank you all. And the check is in the mail, its not free but worthy. Again thank you.
The few months before my surgery was spent on those items time never allowed working 10-12-14 hour days 6 days a week. Painting the house and windows, installing workable vents from laundry to exterior, repairing interior cracks in sheetrock. My home has been bounced around like a bouncing ball from a ‘massive construction’ project next door, but that is another story. And it is not pleasant at all.
Anyhow, from a year ago to this day the quote or saying…….” It was the best of times & It was the worst of times’ has never been more true nor real. While preparing physically for my surgery, like riding my bicycle every trip around town not driving. Me decided me need something for the long haul after surgery. I’d played guitar most of my life, despite my tin-ear. Work had so over taken my life the past 10-15 years I’d stopped playing and fairly well stopped listening to music. I purchased a nice guitar and told myself I learn to play again.
A few days out of the hospital and still drugged/medicated to a very high degree I picked up that guitar and found a chord or two, still looking for that ‘note’, but she, the guitar sure sounds sweet.
God Bless those who have helped me recover to where I am now and it is good. Until then, when my strength returns me days are up and me days are down.
It has been over a year without a desktop. At least something to communicate with larger than the smartphone. Although the phone was useful, there is a limit of word processing inherited with the technology. But it will be time and again more time as I become something familiar with this tech.
Time has moved forward regardless of my technical bondage and it is the ‘time’ that has changed so much of the world I do live in. Good, bad, practical to mundane, painful and everlasting changes, tangible and intangible. Those changes of health, wealth, debt, family, friends and events. Events of life and relationships, political or social and even moral.
News abounds from around the Kingdom but not as one would think. A single sentence nor verb or prepositional phrase would suffice to set the tone of changes and challenges. Yet still there is some Peace among the ‘Court of the Crimson” as well as sorrow, regrets and prosperity. And a most painful lesson learned most painfully.
Take note though still in bondage to my Kingdom or what little remains, justice arrived but it’s satisfaction left this man unprepared. Vengeance or simple retribution is not satisfactory to me but necessary towards those in this world who understand nothing!
I never have nor will ask for forgiveness for the decisions made personally to enlighten and punish, now and generations to come, the justice served to or demanded by those who claim what is not theirs brought upon themselves, then or this day. (Laughable and overwhelmingly enraging to me after decades of ‘olive-branches’ sent forth while the Kingdom was dismantled, their emissary’s statement…” Do not confuse business & family”.
As true as the beauty of woodlands in the fall of the year. There is movement of something resembling Peace in the Kingdom. Over forty years of foulness lingers as thee who confused kindness with weakness, family with business and arrogance misguided as acceptable dogma. Decades of bondage and rape of a mans soul repeatedly is upon their lives and souls. And yet again they ask for time, not to change or apologize to bring lasting amends. Until convinced other-wise they stall. My best guess once again? To shore up their forces, rebuild their defense’s and lick their wounds.
Convince me and the Court, convince me or not! As assuredly as the North Star has never waivered.
I remain the Crimson King……
Happy Easter and forty days from now.
How to unify a group of Christians? Jesus near the city Bethny ascended forty days after Easter having preached to his followers all the while.
Obedience too forgive & accept. What a no brainier…( insert a chuckle or a smile ).
Ascension of Jesus
It ( His Ascension) brought them, his followers, into a new found unity of obedience of purpose & forgiveness.
Acceptance one of another.
-from the writings of me and Pastor Malcolm Macqueen-