with each new breath

My friends this past week I have had unexpected change in plans.

After my appointment last Tuesday with Dr. C., he decided to admit me into the hospital.

Since then, much has taken place and this weekend I have more family visiting.

I plan to post everyday – this is my goal.

For the next several days, I have a favor to ask.

I need some rest, some time to catchup on me.

Comments are disabled today.

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This image was taken October of last year.

As time passes, so can better times, so do our lives, so did my better health.

I beg with each new breath, take me back to a healthier time and to a better place in my life.

about being present – a Visual Recite

I have added a new category to my blog titled ‘a Visual Recite’.

I have taken many pictures over the years and I share them with you with a recite.

about being present

about being present –

I wrote about wasting time, which I suppose is a part of the great human journey. We’re supposed to wallow, to go through the desert without water for a long time so that when we finally drink it, we’ll truly need it and we won’t spill a drop. It’s about being present.

–          Walton Goggins

What the hell?

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

What the Hell

What the hell? –

As the yoga session progressed, so did the poses.

Who knew this extension would be of such great benefit?

The widening of the extremities along with the pulling back of the neck were difficult.

But the result of this pose would increase the range of motion and strengthen the core.

It was feeling great until that thing blew in.

You know, that thing that blew in my mouth.

What the hell is in my mouth?

oh, why not?

From theguardian.com article ‘How selfies became a global phenomenon’ –

It starts with a certain angle: a smartphone tilted at 45 degrees just above your eyeline is generally deemed the most forgiving. Then a light source: the flattering beam of a backlit window or a bursting supernova of flash reflected in a bathroom mirror, as preparations are under way for a night out.

The pose is important. Knowing self-awareness is conveyed by the slight raise of an eyebrow, the sideways smile that says you’re not taking it too seriously. A doe-eyed stare and mussed-up hair denotes natural beauty, as if you’ve just woken up and can’t help looking like this. Sexiness is suggested by sucked-in cheeks, pouting lips, a nonchalant cock of the head and a hint of bare flesh just below the clavicle. Snap!

There was a time, I never took selfies, why would I?  I do not participate much in Social Media except my blog here on WordPress.  My posts are then sent out via a tweet on Twitter.  I find I have no time for other Social Media platforms and honestly soon will most likely shutdown my Twitter account.  However, I will keep my WordPress blog going as long as I enjoy it and feel up to it.  What does this have to do with selfies?

There was a time, I never took selfies, why would I?  My blog began with me anonymous.  As the months came and went I became less intimated with expressing myself in words and as fellow bloggers began to read and comment, I felt a sense of comfort.  So, I exposed myself; some of you may remember my posts that slowly exposed me; and now I am totally exposed for all to see.

Now because I am exposed, I take selfies, lot of selfies.  How many is too many?  Most of the time my selfies do not come out the way I would hope for, so another is usually taken.  I now take lots of selfies; most of them of me alone, still many more includes Gary and sometimes Roxy.

Google “selfies meaning” and you receive the following –

sel·fie

ˈselfē/

nouninformal

plural noun: selfies

a photograph that one has taken of oneself, typically one taken with a smartphone or webcam and shared via social media.

“occasional selfies are acceptable, but posting a new picture of yourself everyday isn’t necessary”

I do not usually post a picture of myself every day, it depends on the topic of the post I am publishing.

This past Saturday in my post ‘what comes next…‘, included a picture of me.  When my post is about me and my health, I usually end it with a picture of me.  That post last Saturday, I used an older picture with no intentions.  That post indicated I had lost 22 lbs. of weight since my surgery; this is true, but the picture included is an older picture, therefore I may have misled some readers thinking the photo is the current me.

There was a time, I never took selfies, why would I?  But now, oh, why not?

This post is filled with a collection of selfies.  This last photo is the current me – me with 22 lbs. less weight.

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Damn You Pictures

In my post ‘Spending time away‘, I wrote the following –

While I am on one of the biggest ships, sailing the Atlantic Ocean visiting several Caribbean islands; my plan involves some days publishing a brand-new post and other days re-publishing an older post.  I wrote posts early in my blog that received little exposer and I consider them among others as interesting posts. I know I can reblog these posts, but decided instead to create a new post for each and give a different name to them.

I appreciate everyone taking the time to stop by, read and leave many wonderful comments.  My time away sailing and enjoying other activities will result in time offline and will prevent me from responding to the many wonderful comments I receive.  Therefore, I will be disabling the comments on many of my upcoming posts while spending time away.  There will be times I will have some time online and you will see me a little here and there on WP.  But, most of my time will be offline having fun, relaxing and enjoying the sun.

In today’s post, I write the following –

These words were originally published in June, 2015 –

The last several days I have not physically felt well resulting in my body and mind becoming fatigued.  Yesterday morning my partner left the home to run some errands and I sat in a recliner in our upstairs main room to relax some.  At this point, I have had minimal sleep in the past couple of nights and very little to eat in the last couple of days.  My body is exhausted and my mind is tired, lethargic along with feeling a little dizziness.

So while sitting in my recliner I stare at the pictures hanging on the opposite wall across from me.  These pictures display my partner and me not so many years ago at a younger and more youthful age; also are pictures of my sons and then there is the picture of my grandson and me.  As I continue to look at the pictures I think to myself about the relationship I would like to have with my sons.  I reflect upon the feelings I have concerning my failure as a father and most likely the failure as a grandfather.  And as the thoughts swirl through my mind concerning my partner dealing with my moods and my behaviors and that he still loves me and accepts me; I then start crying profusely.  I start crying profusely not because of these thoughts; not because of the people in my life and not because of the labels of failure I place on myself, but because the pictures on the wall are not hanging straight.  They are not hanging straight on the wall and this troubles me, damn it!

The anxiety and frustration of these pictures not hanging straight on the wall take me back to another time and another place.  I am taken back to my 20s with the same thoughts and reactions; my wife and I are having issues related to me needing to straighten the pictures.  As soon as I noticed a picture on the wall that was not hanging straight I would immediately have to correct it, it would drive me crazy if I did not.  And still today I sit here crying because the pictures on the wall are not hanging straight.  Forget my feelings of those important people in the pictures; what matters the most at this moment is the damn pictures are not hanging straight.

The end result is different today than in my 20s; even though I still struggle with the pictures on the walls not hanging straight, this time I did not attempt to straighten them, instead I wrote about it and left them as is!

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blooper: an error

From my post ‘photobombed‘, I wrote the following –

All the pictures I take are with my smartphone; with some pictures turning out better than I expect compared to others.  I never change the settings on my camera, and depending the time of the day and lights and other conditions out of my control; I just hope for a good picture.  I always take at least 2 pictures of the same subject and sometimes more; my thinking one might turn out better than the other(s).

In today’s post, I write the following –

From urbandictionary.com –

blooper

1. an error

2. an embarrassing error that has to be removed from the show or movie.

I recently decided to get a new smartphone, not necessarily because I needed one, but just because I wanted one.  Having a new smartphone sometimes involves new apps, new ways of doing things and some learning of new skills.  I am not advertising here, but I always buy Samsung because I like their products even though they are having issues with their latest smartphone; which I do not own that particular one by the way.

I take lots of pictures with the new smartphone and you would think with as many pictures I take I would know what I am doing, right?

LOL, wrong!

Some Bloopers –

I will keep taking pictures, even though it appears I do not know what I am doing.

Search

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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Search –

The search was on for what was to be the important find of the century.  What was it?

The search would change the world as we know and never again would it be the same.  Why was it important?

The search would be time consuming and required persistence.  When would it be found?

The search needed extra attention to detail.   Where is it?

The search resulted in a benefit for all.  What was it?

photobombed

You know the nursery rhyme –

Little Miss Muffet

Sat on a tuffet,

Eating her curds and whey;

Along came a spider

Who sat down beside her

And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Wikipedia.org has the following –

A tuffet, pouffe, or hassock is a piece of furniture used as a footstool or low seat. It is distinguished from a stool in that it is completely covered in cloth so that no legs are visible, and is essentially a large hard cushion that may have an internal wooden frame to give it more rigidity.

Do you remember this picture?

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It is displayed in my post ‘mushrooms‘.  All the pictures I take are with my smartphone; with some pictures turning out better than I expect compared to others.  I never change the settings on my camera, and depending the time of the day and lights and other conditions out of my control; I just hope for a good picture.  I always take at least 2 pictures of the same subject and sometimes more; my thinking one might turn out better than the other(s).  For a while I was in search of the perfect mushroom or in this case mushrooms for my previously mentioned post.  The great photo almighty knew this and these mushrooms popped up one day right outside of our RV.  Lucky me!

So my usual 2 pictures were taken of the mushrooms.  And when deciding which to use for my mushrooms post, upon further inspection of the 2 pictures, I decided to use the above picture – picture #2.  I had a very good reason, because upon further inspection, picture #1 provided me another post for another day – that would be this post.

I never saw little Miss Muffet sitting on the tuffet eating her curds and whey.  I was going to actually write here ‘Who actually eats curds and whey?’, but I goggled it and come to find out, I do.  Google has the following –

Actually, you’ve probably eaten curds and whey without knowing it. Curds and whey are actually the lumps and liquid found in cottage cheese. If you didn’t know, cottage cheese is made from skim milk.

Back to my story –

Along came a spider and sat down beside her and frightened Miss Muffet away.  This is most likely the reason for me not seeing little Miss Muffet, because I did see the spider.

That spider decided to photobomb my picture!

Google has the following –

noun

a photograph that has been spoiled by the unexpected appearance of an unintended subject in the camera’s field of view as the picture was taken.

It is okay little spider; you did not spoil my photo; after all you gave me another idea for a post.

Here is my picture #1.  Do you see the spider that frightened Miss Muffet away?

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I zoomed in, do you see it now?

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There he or she is – I was photobombed!