December 11, 2016

Doing What He's Got To Do




They say a man’s got to do what he’s got to do…and do what he thinks is right…trouble is not all men do what they’re supposed to do…or know what they are supposed to do…and sometimes what they think is right is a little askew…or just plain wrong…sometimes you feel like you got to do something but that might just be the time when it’s time to do nothing…as they say in Daoism, sometimes doing nothing is the best way to get things done, and that‘s true…sometimes if we just leave things alone, they work themselves out…that’s where wisdom comes in…there’s times we need to just take a step back…and there’s times when we need to step in…we just need to know when to do or not do.

December 10, 2016

Storytellers



 
If I go to a party during the holidays…or for that matter any party, the one person I want to stay away from is the dreaded storyteller…you know he’s the kind of chowder head that just prattles on and on with uninteresting and unfunny stories…they always seem to back you into a corner or trap you at a table…that’s when they start with their long-winded tales…now I don’t mind discussing things with somebody, but I don’t want to listen to some yarn that only the teller of the story finds fascinating…they just get a kick out of telling you about something although you never asked in the first place…they always want to tell you how they got backstage at a concert, or got World Series front row tickets, or some other ‘unbelievable’ tale…or it may just be how they describe every shot from their last round of golf…always at some expensive well-known course…and they’re right…the stories are unbelievable or just plain dull…they’re proud of their reputation as a great storyteller…as for me, I just got a text and gotta go and you can tell me about your stories ‘next time’.

December 9, 2016

Hoot Owls




There’s an old song about “a hoot owl howlin’ at my window now for six nights in a row”…well, last night I had three hoot owls howlin’ by my window…one of them definitely seemed like the father because he had lower ‘hoot’ than the other two…I hope that doesn’t sound too sexist these days…the second hoot was a little higher…maybe it was the mom…the third hoot sounded more like a hyena or something…much higher pitched…anyway it woke me up and I listened with delight…one of the dogs woke up too but went back to sleep…guess she wasn’t too concerned about it…after about five minutes or so, they moved on to a different spot because I could still hear them, but they weren’t as loud…if I lived 150 or 200 years ago, I might have taken that for an omen.