Down the Hall on Your Left

This site is a blog about what has been coasting through my consciousness lately. The things I post will be reflections that I see of the world around me. You may not agree with me or like what I say. In either case – you’ll get over it and I can live with it if it makes you unhappy. Please feel free to leave comments if you wish . All postings are: copyright 2014 – 2021

And Now For Our Weather Report

kaleTHE SKY IS BLUE. The sun is shining. And I haven’t the foggiest idea of what to put into today’s blog posting. It is 76 degrees outside, so a warm front must have come through, but because St. Arbucks has their AC turned up to the “Vegetable Crisper” setting I personally have a cold front, and back, and a couple of sides too.

This was the weekend for the Indianapolis 500 Auto Race. Ergo – Terre Haute (That’s French for “Hit the gas and turn left.”) was overrun with race fans who couldn’t get hotel rooms any closer to the track. It’s sort of a “Racingnado” with tourists from all over the country spending money, clogging traffic, filling up restaurants, and, generally, making me wait in line for my coffee and being forced to act curmudgeonly.

This weekend was also Memorial Day Weekend. Continuing my curmudgeonosity for another moment – I’d wager that most of the under 30 crowd at St. Arbucks right now could not tell me what Memorial Day is all about, and no one under 50 could tell me what the Day used to be called. (Look it up. I can’t give you ALL the answers. Grumble, grumble, grumble.)

OK, OK, OK already. I’ll stop being such a grumpy old geezer and put on my smiley face.

There! Better?

I’ve whined about what is Wrong with the universe, but now I will tell you what I see that is Right. What is Right is:

I love my wife and she loves me.

Looking around at other men my age I think that I am comparatively healthy. I woke up this morning. Everything after that is gravy.

As I mentioned earlier, the sun is shining and the sky is blue. It is not snowing and the car started this morning.

The older I get I find that more and more becomes less and less important.

I can’t change the big things no matter how much I try, so I’ve decided to enjoy the little things: coffee, laughter, coffee, kissing my wife, coffee, going out to dinner with Alex, coffee, SF Giants Baseball, coffee, not arguing politics with anyone, coffee and, last but not least, iced tea.

While I do enjoy the little things and I still dislike some of the big things I see around me I have come to realize that I am not God. I can’t, and don’t, control the universe. Stuff is going to happen that is beyond my control, and even my understanding, in most cases.

To quote some unknown genius who had a strange grasp of reality, “It’s not my Circus and those are not my monkeys.”

I wouldn’t want to be God. God never gets a day off anymore. I know that he rested on the seventh day during that whole Creation business, but since then it is a 24/7 job.

I’m sure that God tries to sneak away now and then for a little R&R, but when He does, that’s how we end up with things like Reality TV, New Coke, The Designated Hitter, and Kale.

So I am content to let God be God and me be me. I assume that He is also OK with that arrangement. He takes care of the Big Stuff and I enjoy the little stuff in my corner of the universe called Terre Haute.

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