Excuse me

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

Excuse Me

Excuse me –

‘Excuse me, I was wondering which way to the restroom?’

There was no response to his request and once again he asked ‘Excuse me, restroom?’

Again, no response and no more questions were asked.

The day had been a long one and yes, the water was sparse, but still nature called.

But he was in nature, so if nature called, he could do what most animals do in nature, right?

boat slip

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

boat slip

boat slip –

He informed her: ‘I told you this would be a lost cause!’

She responded: ‘Well, what can I say; this is the address they gave me.’

They both were distraught and tiredness was wearing them down.

The address was correct, it was the correct marina, but what was the boat slip number?  There should have been more information given to them at the time, but nobody offered the information they needed.  The slip number was needed and no one knew it.  As they walked amongst the boats, they knew their efforts would be futile.

He again informed her: ‘We need the boat slip.  I told you this would be a lost cause!’

She responded: ‘Yes dear, I know that.  Now let’s go!’

My Life; part of the blues?

From my post ‘find the humor‘, my friend and fellow blogger tcriggs over at Canary in the coalmine left the following comment –

Love this! thanks!

Btw… the post today on my blog, is for you… please stop by. I hope you like it!

I visited tciggs’ blog and read the post ‘If you fail to succeed, but do so Epically… did you actually succeed?’, that concluded with the following –

CONFESSION:

My husband is a singer/songwriter incognito… (he even sings one I wrote! *gasp*)… Still, as an avid music lover, and having a freakishly weird unintentional skill (yes, even commercials!) for remembering notes, chords, and lyrics… he plays covers now and again.

You know…Those favorite songs that speak to him.

One of the songs he plays and sings is by Sun Volt, called “Windfall” on acoustic guitar. (I tried to get him to let me record him… to no avail… sorry! But, I have evil plans for the future… stay tuned… )

Anyways… Quite literally, every time I hear him play this song… I think of the blogger ‘Spearfruit’… (Terry), dealing with some pretty heavy sh*t these days…

I can’t explain why… like I said, but when I hear it, I think of him.

I can say with certainty; I immediately wish him well and healthy…

I left a comment appreciating the mention and wanted to respond also in a post –

I am always touched when I am mentioned in another blogger’s post – as I consider myself no different than anyone else.

Per my ‘About Me’ page –

So, what makes my life more special than others? Well nothing really. The difference is this is my life that I am writing about.

I visited Son Volt’s website and read their BIO page.

Their BIO seems familiar to my life and me; here are some excerpts –

“There are only two kinds of songs,” Townes Van Zandt said, well before he died. “There’s the blues, and there’s zip-a-dee-doo-dah.” The new Son Volt album is titled Notes of Blue.

… “For years I’ve been drawn to the passion, common struggle and possibility for redemption that’s always been a part of the blues. Everyone has to pay the rent and get along with their significant others, so many of the themes are universal. For me, the blues fills that void that’s there for religion, really. That’s the place I turn to be lifted up.”

Why does this song and this group remind tciggs of me?  Maybe the answer is in some lyrics –

Now and then it keeps you running

It never seems to die

The trail’s spent with fear

Not enough living on the outside

Never seem to get far enough

Staying in between the lines

Hold on to what you can

Waiting for the end

Not knowing when

May the wind take your troubles away

May the wind take your troubles away

Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,

May the wind take your troubles away

Trying to make it far enough, to the next time zone

Few and far between past the midnight hour

Never feel alone, you’re really not alone

all is not lost

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

all is not lost

all is not lost –

The gentle crashing of the waves against the rocks brought a feeling of comfort.  The days were long and the nights even longer, but when the sun was full, the waves would again brush the landscape that was now his home.

The time alone brought solitude and the knowing of the unknown future brought a sense on insanity.

Who would know he is here?

Would efforts be made to save him from his paradise?

It wasn’t that far, for the distance exposed the civilization.

But still no one knew he was there.

But the waves that filled his days, were there once again as a gentle reminder that all is not lost.

The Request

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

The Request

The Request –

‘Hey, can you hear me?’

‘I speak, but no one listens.’

‘I have this itch, and I am unable to reach it.  With my extremities buried I am unable to scratch it, can you help?’

As usual there was no response to the request.  As usual they would walk by, take photos and leave.  The request was never heard and the itch continued and additional requests were made in vain.  Sadness wore on the face as time continued and no response was received.  Suddenly out of nowhere, there was the relieve, the request would not go without a response.  It emerged out of the sand with a hand, the scratching would take place and the itch would be gone.

‘Oh, thank you my friend.’

‘Without you my days of agony would have continued.’

There was no response from that which had emerged out of the sand.

‘Hey, can you hear me?’

Argent Match

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

argent-match

Argent Match –

The chief meteorologist did not predict it, and the general population was surprised and alarmed.  The forecast was for clouds and rain and possible thunderstorms.  No one saw it coming and that day would be different from all others.  That day the method of forecasting the weather would change.

It started as an ordinary day and the forecast was the usual for that time of the year.  History was to dictate the day and all evidence was present – there were no questions.  The forecast was in place and the expectations set.

The day started as usual and expectations were met and the clouds gather in a mass of unknown certainty.  Then the change started and the meteorologists and others started their different views for the green sky.  The change in color was swift and the anecdotal signs could not be dispelled.

The weather preceded with the usual flare and burst of electrical fierceness and the skies began the outpouring of hail beyond believe.  Shelter of the unknowing was sought and upon the conclusion of the widest day in weather history, the result of unexpectant was viewed.

The ground was covered with the rare occurrence and history was made.  The argent match was equal to none – the population was surprised and alarmed.

Thimblerig

This past Monday, I had surgery.  Prior to the surgery, when I scheduled my posts for this week, I had no idea how my recovery would be going.  I felt I would need all week for some recovery before I would post about my status.  My plan is to update you on how I am feeling and the status of my recovery in the next few days.

For today,

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

thimblerig

Thimblerig –

The day had come for the big Thimblerig tournament and the participants were prepared for most anything.  The peas, small balls, shells, cups and bottle caps were brought with excitement as the contestants eagerly awaited their turn.  There was that one that always has something different and to the amazement of the other participants and audience, that something different would surprise them all.

That something different had them laying down their money for a return in profit to retire them all.

It was that one’s turn and the time had arrived that no one saw coming.

There was no sleight of hand or psychological tricks; only skill, mastery and a large crane.

The game ended and the swindle was cracked open wide with the “Sharp” moving quickly on to find new “Flats”.

The profit was no more and the crowd was stunned.

 

I will be in ICU for a couple of days and then the recovery begins.  

I appreciate everyone taking the time to stop by, read and leave many wonderful comments.  Due to my surgery and not knowing how I will be feeling; I am disabling the comments on my post today.  I need a few days of recovery and to grow accustom to the new me.  But know soon I will have comments enabled and I will be ready to respond to each one of them. 

a job; and I was naked!

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 –

Recently I have been having some interesting dreams while sleeping.  A couple of nights ago I had a dream that included my boss at my last job I had prior to retiring.  She is a pretty lady, about 20 years younger than me and I liked her and respected her very much.  She was in my thoughts earlier in the day so I assume that is why she was in my dream – no other reason I can think of.  Anyway I dreamed I was going back to work and I was thinking I had 2 job offers, one from her and one from someone else.  I went to see her first to find out if I was offered a job; and I was naked!

I was in a room by myself naked, standing with no clothes on, nothing!  She walked in and gave me a look, not a surprised look, just a look.  I remember being a little embarrassed, but was somewhat ok with the situation.  Previously having worked for her and others in a small company for almost 10 years, we all became close friends – almost like family.  By no means did I have an attraction for her and there was certainly no attraction from her for me – so not sure why I was naked in front of her in my dream.  Back to the dream; there I am standing in front of her naked and I do not remember anything being said, but I some point it was obvious to me there was a company policy that when someone was offered a job, the whole company was present to offer it.  One by one, other people started to walk into the room with me standing there naked.  No one said a word and neither did I.  The others when walking into the room gave me a look, not a surprised look, just a look.  I remember continuing to be a little embarrassed, but was still ok with the situation.

I decided to research dreaming about being naked and this is what I found on the dreammoods.com website:

This website indicates an in depth analyses for common naked dreams include the following: Nudity indicates vulnerability, Nudity indicates fear of exposure, Nudity indicates insecurity, Nudity indicates feeling unprepared, Nudity indicates arrogance, Nudity indicates freedom of expression, Nudity indicates attention.

The conclusion of the naked dreams analysis –

Often times, when you realize that you are naked in your dream, no one else seems to notice. Everyone else in the dream is going about their business without giving a second look at your nakedness. It just reiterates that your concerns or anxieties are your own projections; no one will notice except you. You may be magnifying the situation and making an issue out of nothing.

So here I am writing my blog posts and telling my life stories, the good, the bad and the ugly parts of me and my life, this process I believe is me taking my clothes off and standing naked in front of you.

Me (2)

here is your answer

There are many posts on this blog that describe me; my personality, my physical body, my mind, my habits, my behaviors and many other aspects me.

I am not Ricky

There is a word that others use to describe me – I do not use it – society decided to give it to me – others decided to label me with it.

I have used the label, the word that others describe me here a couple of times in posts – not to label me, and not to describe me.

What am I really writing about here?

Having written over 600 posts since the start of this blog; some topics come to me in an instant while others I think about for awhile.  This post came to me per a comment I received from a reader.  I receive many comments here on my blog, and I respond to 99.99% of them.  I have a few comments that require approval; these are from readers who are commenting for the first time and yes, I have a couple of readers that I have their comments go to the ‘Pending’ folder because they left a previous comment that I did not appreciate.  Okay, let’s move on.

Recently I had a comment in my ‘Pending’ folder from a first-time comment reader.  I was not offended by the comment, but it did involve a detailed response from me.  You know me, sometimes I respond to comments via a post – here is that post.

The reader that left that comment; I did not approve your comment, but here is my response.  Your comment mentioned the ‘G’ word, the word others use to describe me; but does it describe me?

Am I a ‘Gentleman’, some would think so.  Am I ‘Gentle’, I can be.  Am I a ‘Gem’, well ask Gary.  Am I ‘Gracious’, ‘Gratifying’, ‘Guiltless’, ‘Growing’ and ‘Groovy’?  These are words that can describe me.

That other ‘G’ word, if I am correct; the word was used in 2 posts here on my blog; I do use it often, as I really do not like it much.  Have I use the ‘G’ word to describe myself?

The answer is in the many posts published on my blog.

Last year, I wrote a series of posts to describe me, to expose me and let you know me – to meet me.

My Body Image2

Image provided by: spearfruit.com

You can read these posts and find if I used the ‘G’ word or not to describe me –

Easy to Label, Easy to Judge

Being Different – aren’t we all

Word Meanings

my sexuality will die with me

‘The Outcast’

Queer, Geek, Gay

I Am Me

Okay, again for that reader that left the comment – here is your answer –

Gary and I have been mistaken for brothers many times.  There are many of us out there everywhere, and you say you have not met anyone from that side – you most likely have – you just did not know it.  Crystal clear is a word that is always crystal clear.  You know when you know – for some that is earlier and for others that is later.  Many people can become anything they want to be, many people choose to be something, anything they want to be.  I choose not to be anything, something I am not – but instead I am who I am.

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My rant is over… I actually wanted to start with ‘Thank you for your comment.’

Rumen

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

rumen

Rumen –

Mom, are you sure about this?

A course baby, I would not put you in harm’s way.

But mom, I do not see my friends doing this.

Baby trust me, they will be so jealous of you.

I am not wanting my friends to be jealous of me, mom!

Baby, if your friends are true friends, trust me they will understand.

I do not understand why you want me to do this mom.

It is for your best interest baby.

Mom, why do you call me baby, I am old enough to be a billy.

You will always be my baby.

Okay mom, but do I really have to do this?

Yes, baby, I mean billy you do, as you just indicated you are old enough.

And then it was heard, the loudest most disturbing burp that could come from a goat.