
Music in my ears.
Blots out an uncaring world.
Melodies free me…
-aaa

Music in my ears.
Blots out an uncaring world.
Melodies free me…
-aaa

The undertow pulls.
Just roll with it don’t fight it.
Emerge and take air…
-aaa

Sun kisses my skin.
Lapping up the rays of fire.
Darker complexion…
-aaa

Be wise share your gifts.
Make the world a better place.
Love everybody…
-aaa

My hero sits here.
He’s achieved all I wanted.
I’m happy for him…
-aaa

Drunken buzzed right now.
Contemplating my future.
Will it be that great?
-aaa

I’m me and you’re we
I know I’m just beyond you
Don’t fear, catch me up…
-aaa

I loved you the most
Now you’re just another ghost
Find another host…
-aaa

“Life’s small victories and self discoveries whilst cruising through our own hells, are the true miracles.”
-aaa

She was arrested, again and if looks like she won’t be home for close to a year this time. I’m exhausted, scared, furious and frustrated.
—-
I left work early and met with her probation officer and found out what had happened. This is the seventh time she’s been picked up for shoplifting.
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This time, her probation was revoked because she broke almost every rule. She had a large purse, several bags and canvas bags with various items in them in her suv. This was after she told her PO that she was behaving. A surprise inspection led to the arrest.
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I plead her case even spending over an hour in her car going through all the bags and producing enough receipts from each to satisfy the officer which I did. I explained her health issues and PTSD she suffered the past abuse she had suffered also. I practically begged her but to no avail.
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I was instructed to return to the county jail to obtain the possessions that were on her person when she was arrested. I knew this would unfortunately mean 😢 I’d have to return with her mother.
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Later we make our way to the county jail. After repeatedly comforting her mother for the umpteenth time we arrive. She’s drinking from her thermos and I can smell the vodka on her breath (reminiscent of the DUI she had received some 6 months earlier which I had bailed her out from). I am instructed by her mom to remain in the (car) parking lot and that she’d return with the items.
—-
I wait and one hour goes by, two, three, almost four. I get out and make my way to the jail, the night air greets me with cruel November fingers.
—-
Inside, I find her mom passed out in the waiting room with the items we came for. I do my best and wake her so that we can leave.
—-
We stop and I grab a dinner (I’ll never ate) and a large coffee (for her). We finally get back home and her mom somewhat sobered up leaves.
—-
It’s 1:00 am and I stare at the items before me on the couch (which served as my bed for the past 3 1/2 years) a purse, a bag, a sweater and her laptop. I hold the sweater to my face and I can smell her and fresh warm tears stream down and all us a blur for a bit. This had become a common occurrence lately as her problems seem to have compounded.
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I turn on the laptop (per her instructions) as I needed to check emails because I’d have to sell items (on EBay) as I had times before to help make ends meet. Seems, Uncle Sam doesn’t grant social security to semi-permanent or any other persons who are in jail since they’re technically cared for there.
—-
Of course for those in a household needing that income to stay afloat and keep the lights on it poses problems. I look for the email addresses I was instructed (per the note she left me with her mom).
As I finish (it’s nearly 2 now) I know I need to sleep but I can’t.
—-
I look back at the 12 inch screen and think to myself (something that’s been nagging at me) about how much she’d never let me into this laptop pretty much ever unless she was in jail. I start going through folders and my heart stops.
—-
I get bad butterflies and my stomach touches the earth’s core… What follows is very reminiscent of what ended my first marriage. Emails reeking of unfaithfulness. Professions of love to an ex boyfriend of some 20 years ago. A person that she had frequently spoken of as friend and mentioned to me many times.
—-
The betrayal stung like 1000 needles. More warm tears and my mouth agape as I read an email from her mother that made me shake to the very core of my soul.
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“I’m beyond happy for you dear. I know you’ve always wanted a true love and now you have a soulmate. It’s only a matter of time until you’re out (precious jail stay). Don’t worry your man will wait. I’m just glad we’re fooling your fiancé. What a fool, he thinks you love him but you can dump him when your soulmate leaves his wife. Don’t worry I’ll pile on the tears and your fiancé will be none the wiser taking care of you and your home and your bills awaiting your arrival home.”
—-
I buckled a little but knuckled down clenching as I closed my eyes and my soul screamed into the abyss. More warm tears. This is it, this is the end, of us….
-aaa
Originally published 03/31/2024

Sitting alone and she’s hours late, again. Out shopping despite my pleadings not to, again. Three hours late so far, I hope she’s not in trouble, again.
She’s a good person and doesn’t mean any of it. Please hear my prayer closely and distinctly. Dear God, I pray to you on all that is great in the world, for her safe return home. Shes not perfect but bless her the same. Please, if I have anything good or special to be bestowed upon me, give it to her instead. She needs it more than me. I’m not a martyr I just want her to be ok. Coping with another extended stay in jail and being alone would be unbearable. Please hear my prayer, Amen…
-aaa

A perfect sphere surrounds us each day
It’s our reality of everything we see
A myriad of emotions, are at play
And many affect both you and me
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Outside the sphere, feelings abound
And each its own unique face
Happiness, sadness, and others are found
Surrounding people of every race
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Which we choose or rather chooses us
We often have very little choice
Confronting our feelings is a must
When talking in our inner voice
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We might as well roll with it all
There’s no need to lose control
Feelings, inside of us rise and fall
Learn to ride the ebb and flow
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So how do we deal with all these thoughts
How do we gain an upper hand
Dealing with the past, you’ve wrought
Helps you draw boundaries in the sand
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Then one day, you create a space
Between what you see and what you feel
Putting self control in place
Preventing overreaction, a bad way to deal
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So as the realities challenge with strife
Remember, you are in control
Of your reality and your life
Don’t let your feelings take a toll…
-aaa
What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?

This question is a double edged sword for me. My favorite holiday and least favorite holiday are the same at this point in my life.
That holiday is Christmas. It used to be my favorite holiday to celebrate with my favorite people. Unfortunately, many of those relatives and friends are gone (passed away). All that remains is a big space where they used to be and it makes the holiday of Christmas a much more difficult.
I guess that makes me selfish, wanting to have my favorite people in my life present on my favorite holiday. I’m feeling like it isn’t my favorite holiday without them.
I’m not alone. I know a lot of people feel this way. I just make the best of it each year, and try and use the generosity of the holiday as a means to pick up my heart and spirit.
I am hoping someday to make new great memories for Christmas and definitely am going forward with my heart open to that, but it is challenging.
-aaa 💔 🎄 💔
Originally published 03/30/2024

Sitting at a multi year high school reunion feeling like a fish 🐟 in a tree thank God for the powerful beverages or I’d really feel awkward. I feel so strange way way out of my comfort zone here
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I sit at the bar minding two women’s drinks that I’ve collectively spent 5 minutes talking to. One (apparently) I’m taking home safely of course I’m Mr. Goto lol 😝
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So this is odd I feel my sensibilities being triggered some by overstimulation to ego I’m often prone…
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Felt a connection with a woman for 5 seconds until she bailed 🤣 Hmmm… why I often do not attend reunions stag.. 🤣ugh here’s to the weirdos…
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Where am I what am I who am I. What am I doing here I have no idea. And yet… here I am amongst these athletes and cheerleaders and popular people feeling like I’m hiding amongst the elite years later… it’s surreal I don’t belong here yet here I am…
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Look at these folks the upper crust of several years of high school royalty plus 1 lower cruster 🤣🤣
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It’s ok I know who I am I where I belong, anywhere!!! 🔥🔥
-aaa
Originally published on 03/30/2024

-Standing, alone but strong and firm.
-Waking each day filled with gratitude and an increasing sense of wonderment.
-Sitting silently contemplating change and where it will bring life.
-Lying down, softly encouraging the placement of each new brick, as I rebuild a foundation.
-Loving every second in this life, it’s been far from easy but nothing should be altered.
-Feeling each moment to the next and absorbing everything around me.
-Tasting the air the saltiness of it the freshness this is bliss.
-Holding fast and dropping obsession with a past that cannot change.
-Chomping at the bit for a future of endless fun and adventure.
-Closing chocolate-eyes and dreaming of desires and making them realities.
-Finding oneself and grabbing onto this wild eccentric person destined, without fear, trepidation or hesitation.
-Burning flames of a past to ignite a future that is, everything…
-aaa ❤️❤️
Have you ever been camping?

Have I ever been camping? that’s very good question, I have to go back many years to recall when I last went camping. I can recall a pretty unforgettable story from childhood, when I was 10.
Once summer at age 10, I went camping with family and friends at the state beaches near Ojai California. We camped out at a beach and park with campsites called “El Capitan”. We enjoyed a great week out there there. Places where the mountains and beach meet are truly a wondrous and beautiful.
It was great, there was a lot of bodyboarding baseball, pickle, and over-the-line. The campfires, outdoor eats, and late night board games. Gorgeous skies so clear you can see the nebula within the Milky Way galaxy. Plus, there were numerous hiking trails we all did as well. Culminating with the family talent show at the end of the week at the outdoor amphitheater next to the campground. The week went by so fast it felt like it was over in a day.
So as the trip came to an end we made our way home. This is where the main part of my story begins. pretty much from the first night we got home my right arm started to itch. Initially, there was no rash or anything that I could, it just itched. I figured it was a mosquito bite or something, the itching wasn’t too bad so I went to bed.
Starting the next day, the itching grew and got to be unbearable on my arm. Now it looked like a scratch that maybe got infected. As I had two dogs residing in my room at the time it seemed possible, or maybe a flea bite. So my mom (like any mom at the ) put Benadryl cream on it sending me on my way. This of course ultimately wouldn’t work.
My itching got much worse and it seemed like the scratches were on both of my arms now. The itching had grown so bad that I couldn’t sleep at this point and hadn’t in a couple of days. Nothing worked or could ease it or bring me comfort . Finally, my mom made an appointment and took me to the pediatrician.
Immediately, she knew what was going on with very little examination. She explained the markings on my skin and the intense itching were a dead giveaway. She opens a cabinet looks through a couple of small boxes and produces two brochures which she hands to my mom and myself. Reading the heading on its cover, a word quickly jumps forward, “S-C-A-B-I-E-S”!
I don’t know, how our said narrator at the tender age of ten contracted a “social disease”? I don’t know how I got it (maybe the bathroom or showers at the campground). Reading the literature that was offered in these pamphlets regarding scabies was beyond disturbing, especially for any nine-year-old.
**Warning Graphic Description Coming Up** 😬😬😬😬
For an instant itching seemed worse when I read my pamphlet and found out what scabies really were. Apparently, (I’m no doctor and if I get this wrong please consult a Grey’s anatomy book for proper definition) there were little spider-like mites, crawling in my skin, eating my skin, laying eggs, and burrowing through creating the trails that looked like scratches. OK, I know, I’m sorry some of you are probably feeling a little disgusted and itchy at this point, trust me I am too. I lived it. 😬🤣
Shaking off the shock and disgust of my (very) local infestation, we make our way to the attached pharmacy. We drop off the prescription and wait about 10 minutes for my name to be called. What I’m supposed to get was a topical cream to ease with the itching and a cream I had to put on overnight to dispose of my unwelcome little invaders.
I sit and wait contemplating the fact that I was essentially being eaten from the inside at that moment. I reread my newly acquired literature and shuddered again at the artistic renderings of these little monsters. My name or number comes up, and my mother and I go to pick up the prescriptions.
Apparently, the pharmacy has a sense of humor, or they made a grave mistake. My topical cream had instructions printed on the box which read, “Apply liberally to rash on groin every four hours!” I looked at my mom and I said “I don’t think the scabies have gotten that far yet” earning me the familiar disapproving look from my mom. I guess my gift at saying the inappropriate started well before age 10, and continues to this day.
My mom and I had to go to the clerk and explain this “groin cream” was obviously given to me by mistake. Apparently the clerk also found the situation rather humorous as well. He asks us to wait while he walks to the back of the pharmacy. He first confers with a pharmacist and they inspect the box, read it and I can see both are laughing. The clerk then confers with a second pharmacist and they’re both laughing as well. I’m starting to wonder if he’s going to do a show and tell for the entire hospital, when he finally returns to us. Informing us the ingredients in the “groin cream” were identical to the topical and that I can apply it to my arms to ease the itching. Embarrassment aside, I didn’t care if this was vaginal cream, I was going to end the itching here and now. Though I did ask for a bag for concealment to prevent anyone else from reading my graphic groin cream instructions before we got out to the parking lot. Bag in my hand, we went home.
As soon as we got home, I applied my groin cream (liberally) to my arms. This ended the itching and I felt relief for the first time in four days. I then would take one of most satisfying naps of my life. Later, before bed, I applied the overnight cream which would permanently take care of my little invaders.
A few weeks later the scratch marks disappeared thankfully before school started. There’d be no need to explain what they were or where they came from.
Needless to say, I only went camping one more time ever after my ‘close encounter’ and frankly, I’m not surprised.
Have a great evening and the you for reading.
-aaa 😊
Originally published 03/30/2024

Live positively.
Emote energy, attract.
Embrace it, it comes…
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Healing energy.
Attract the very best life.
At last you’re ready.
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Breathe, don’t be afraid.
Life is just starting for you.
Fasten your seatbelt.
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Love for love is all.
Reach out, help all that you can.
Share all your wisdom.
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Smile, today happened.
Revel in your successes.
Appreciate you.
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Be actualized.
The best version of yourself.
Readied for what’s next.
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Dial up your patience.
Great things all come together.
In divine timing.
-aaa

You are commander and chief
of all my financial grief
💰
Your many scores
ride on my chores
💰
Your desert bane
is my source of pain
💰
Your constant spending
is for me, never ending
💰
Your frequent travels
cause my wallet unravels
💰
Your rides on trains
as I’m shackled in chains
💰
Your glorious fun filled life
comes from my hard work and strife
💰
Your laugh and giggle
as I crawl like a worm and wriggle
💰
Your hoots hollers
are from my hard earned dollars
💰
But there are two payments left
Then a finality to your theft…
-aaa 🤑

I have been to hell and back
Upon the most treacherous course
My life and memories in a virtual knapsack
Navigating my life, post divorce
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I don’t know where I go next
But I know it’s going to be fun
My past days of being hexed
Are all finished and truly done
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Endless adventures await my life
I’m enjoying the unknown of each day
Over are all my days of strife
And now it’s time to enjoy and play
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Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed
So each our lives, we must not waste
For the hazards of our pasts we all must heed
To thrive inside our happy place
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Endless days and laughing times
I look forward to enjoy
Sharing experiences with friends of mine
With hard learned lessons, I employ
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Who knows next which way I go
Not even I can answer
But I’m enjoying the ebb and flow
Just like that of the dancer…
-aaa
Originally posted 03/28/2024

Dancing in the rain.
I’m not feeling any pain.
I’m myself again.
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It’s been a long time.
Not loving me was a crime.
That ended in time.
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Now I manifest.
Happily conquer each test.
Now I am my best.
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Watch out world I’m here.
Without anything to fear.
My future is clear.
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Past pains taught me well.
I no longer dwell in hell.
In my own love spell.
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Living truly free.
The way life’s supposed to be.
I age like a tree.
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Slow but determined.
My blessings will never end.
Now that I’m my friend.
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I branch out and grow.
Letting my future just flow.
It’s great just to know.
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Love comes to me now.
Achieving self love that’s how.
Time to take a bow.
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After we begin.
A great future is my win.
As the present’s been.
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Now a door is closed.
Feel happiness non-opposed.
Doubtless is supposed.
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A new door is ope.
Take brave steps and have high hope.
No more need to cope.
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Gently close your eyes.
Rain’s purity is a prize.
The wind is at its rise.
–
These words are over.
No need for you to hover.
This is my closure.
-aaa

What do you do when the well runs dry? When emotions are only anger and love dies
You reach out and communicate as much as possible but nothing changes her she just doesn’t want you anymore
You better youself and try to get stronger and more attractive but it has no effect and she is not impressed at all
what can I do or say to change how she feels and lives as nothing seems to impact her demeanor or how she feels
I’d seel my soul to get her to love me like I loved her that doesn’t work either she’s moved on
We do things but they feel like bones she has to throw rather than something she wants to do
I’d rather not be an obligation to anyone
I’d rather be a choice than an option
How will I go on, with all this hurt and pain
I always will, force of nature or habit, pick one
I love the kids and grandkids
How will I live without them, that’s very possible starts anew for the third time, is beyond sad
I can never get things right in my life always taking the course of highest resistance moving straight up hill forever seemingly
I just want to be a happy fellow and feel fully actualized in my life
To do so I have to build up myself created an infrastructure that has never existed
I have to create foundations pore concrete and lay down the plans for a new life and a new me that is able to be happy even if alone forever
I don’t know how I will do it all alone but I likely will have to and flourish despite the lonliness
I guess I am destined to be alone maybe it is as it should be…..
I will love myself somehow because it’s necessary.
If I don’t, then no one will…..
-aaa 9/20/21

Movement encircles me but gets me nowhere.
Stagnant I’m stuck and can’t progress.
Greatness awaits greatness awaits I keep hearing it but I’m not achieving it.
Such promise he’ll reach someday but someday is not defined.
It’s between 1 hr and infinity seeming closer to the latter.
Everyone seems to be moving effortlessly while I’m gimping slowly painfully along…
I pay and I pay and I pay but my scores won’t go up.
To many options to live and I have no idea what to do…
-aaa
When do you feel most productive?

This is a great question. I sort of see it as when do you get inspired or when you feel motivated to write and I have a lot of answers because it happens to me all the time.
Honestly all the time. When inspiration strikes I always start jotting down everything on my iPhones notepad app.
I get a rhyme I get a line I get some stanza. I get some kind of idea and I either I write it down immediately and build on it later or at the time.
That moves and drives me to write something down when I’m productive and that can happen anytime.
For instance, this morning, I was grabbing a hamburger and fries from a little local joint nearby called Avalon and I got this idea because I kept being in the wrong place and everybody’s way while I was waiting for my order to be completed and so I got these two lines “I’m always in somebody’s way no matter what I do or say” that’s often how poetry starts for me.
A notion an idea something I just can’t get out of my head. Earlier today, I fellow author wrote about how thankful she was about her grandmother being in her life. This really hit me hard since I haven’t had a grandmother and almost 20 years and how much that love and support meant to me I was motivated to write something about my grandmother although I loved them all and I shared it earlier today.
Be productive as long as you feel like it as long as it flows out of you. When you get stuck or get writers block sometimes you have to take a break and not do anything.
Meditate on it come back to it. I do often as well. just my $.10. 😊
-aaa





Nana, where have you gone, why did you have to leave?
You were a huge part of my life since I began to breathe.
You left 8 years before your life ended, as the Alzheimer’s and dementia took your beautiful mind/personality/memory and obliterated it all.
You read all of my poetry and writings when I was a child and then as a young adult and you always encouraged me to keep at it. My first fan ❤️😊
Watching you rapidly disappear from yourself was beyond painful. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
I know if you had a choice you’d remain forever and I wish you could.
A hideous disease took away your memory of me well before that.
I miss your love and guidance.
I miss your laugh, if I try hard I can still hear it echoing in my mind.
I miss your cooking and ever so slightly broken- English.
I miss your stories of the old country.
I miss your calming energy presence in my life as these past 20 years have been challenging.
I am thankful for all you shared and showed and the mere echo of all of this is nice but nothing compared to your being here.
Thank you for building me up through those awkward horrible teenage years. It took a long time for women to get and frankly most still don’t, but I can hear you still sharply objecting to my self criticism and saying how handsome I was. Thank you for that I always felt like the greatest version of myself when I was around you.
Each time I see someone blog about their grandmother your loss hits me hard again.
So I say to everyone, love the important people in your life because they will not be a part of (in person) forever.
I wish I could hug you one more time and receive what we use to call a “nana kiss” which would leave dents on the jawbone from the shear force. 😂
I never could say goodbye and I never will.
Your love and touches on my life have made the man I am today.
So I thank you and hug you from afar but I cannot lie, it’s nothing compared to hugging you in person.
So “Rosarita Pizza Face” (family nickname) enjoy your eternity (you’ve earned it through love and sacrifice) and your rewards ❤️❤️
-aaa ❤️🌹

Strength rises from within
Providing ease in adversity
Malleable to change and experience
Strong enough to withstand the fires of life
Redefining importance and priority
Easing the pain of the past letting old wounds heal
Becoming a center stone in your life age in the lives of others
Sharing your failures to help others find the path
Swelling with pride inside overcoming obstacles
Realizing you can have what you want
Manifesting a life you always wanted in every way
Continuing the work to become a better you
Rediscovering who you are and were meant to be
Be your own success story
Transform your life until there’s no recognition
Unburden yourself except your limits and mistakes
No one or nothing will stop you except you…
-aaa 🔥🔥
What are your favorite emojis?

This is a different question, but I’ll do my very best to answer it the best I can.
There are many emoticons. I use often in my post, my texts and emails and social media entries. I’d have to say the following are my favorite emoticons to use: ❤️😊😀🥰😝🤩🤣😘😋😢.
The emoticons are used to convey emotions using pictures that are charged for various reactions. Pictures worth 1000 words and emoticons may be worth 50 or 25 worth ways to say “I love you. “ or “you’re beautiful.“ or terms of endearment if you’re sad that something happened to someone you might use a sad face.
I come from the old school where we used certain phrases in chat or in thread of discussions or emails, we use: “LOL” laugh out loud, or “LMAO” for laughing my ass off, or my favorite “ROFLMAO” rolling on floor laughing my ass off.
Also we had low tech versions of emoticons in the days of MySpace and other early social media platforms. Here are some that I used to use an emails, early text messages and the like
:-)(-; for romantic gestures. ❤ for a heart. Various smiles/smileys 🙂 :0) 😉 Or for sympathy or empathy 😦 :0( ;-(
Emoticons have replaced a lot of these phrases that were used many years ago when a lot of these chats and various social media systems were invented. Currently I sort of do a hybrid of both. I use a emoticons and I use a lot of the reserved language for lack of a better word that was invented 20-22 years ago.
-aaa

The right one is just like home a safe harbor to anchor your life.
The right one will see, greatness that you. will eventually come to know for yourself.
The right one will help you unlock the doors that you thought could never be opened.
The right one will help you ignite that spark that somewhere long ago you thought you’d lost forever.
The right one will what to say when you need to hear it no matter how difficult.
The right one will share grow and touch your deepest thoughts meeting them with their own.
The right one will understand without question and with heartfelt compassion.
The right one will see your weaknesses and help you overcome them.
The right one will help you transcend your most difficult traumas.
The right one sees your potential and shortcomings and sticks with you even if you repeatedly fall or fail.
The right one will take your tears for strength and purify them for you.
The right one will forever transform your perceptions and life itself.
The right one will bring you back to the self you were meant to be…
-aaa ❤️

Let’s share some music love, everybody!! Your top 5 albums and why (I’ll add mine in the comments). Go!!! 🎵🎶❤️

Times are there fun to be had.
Mostly happy and never sad.
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Dwelling on positive is not a crime.
Leads to upbeat pleasurable time.
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Build a life that you can adore.
Who cares if others know the score.
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Take the lessons from your past.
Let’s assure they’ll be the last.
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Grasps at the new things you can see.
Each challenge a new opportunity.
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Be more yourself than you’ve ever been.
Alight the mighty flame burning within.
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Just be brave and embrace the best.
As this is just another little test.
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Accept yourself and rid the sorrow.
Will lead to happier tomorrow.
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Live it up while you can.
Never be an also-ran.
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Give up not, grab each morsel not crumb.
The best of your life is yet to come.
-aaa❤️🔥

Now many people use apply the word nerd to others for many reasons. A person wearing glasses, someone who is eccentric and different from others, someone who is intelligent, someone who is ‘out of step’ with the rest of the world or someone others have trouble relating to.
In my younger years it was also used as a derogatory term for a social outcast/misfit or someone low on the social totem pole that others tend to poke fun of to be mean or just belong. Many or most of these applications have been applied to me at one time or another by nearly everyone I know or have known. I even applied it to myself as a negative connotation.
Lately many seem to apply it to others as a ‘term of endearment for their own oddness, “Most of my friends are nerds, I love those people”. The words that I immediately focus on is ‘Those people’ many or most of us cannot get away from singling out others even in our adult lives. I think we all try to categorize people whether we mean to or not. Maybe it helps us organize all the people in the world by classifying I don’t quite know, just that we all do it.
Now what does the word ‘Nerd’ mean to me? I’d like to say that I’m proud to be a nerd but I cannot even finish saying the word before I start to cringe inside. I was either 5 or 6 when the word was first directed at me. I didn’t even know what it meant at the time which is silly since I was reading around 6 years ahead of my age. Part of me thought it was a compliment but of course when laughter was used with the word “What a nerd, hahaha” then the definition became clear at the time. I may not have understood the origins and meaning of the word but, its application was crystal clear. I have since derived meanings and shared them earlier.
Now as a kid there were still kids even in my neighborhood that would play with me and I was very active on the playground at school. However, I was still at the bottom, last person picked on teams (not sure why I was always at least ok at sports), or was forced onto a team. I guess when word gets around that you are different and a little uncoordinated for your age, word gets around and you’re sort of poisoned to others unless they get to know you. And there were some that did and they at least most of the time left me alone and treated me like everyone else. My best friend growing up was unfortunately at the top of the social ladder and eventually we drifted apart as the social caste system takes over in 6th or 7th grade.
Glasses, I mentioned them earlier and I wear ones that could (in the wrong hands) start a fire or murder some ants in the very least. I was without said device until age 8 in third grade I failed an eye exam at school and had to visit an optometrist or ‘optimist’ as I jokingly call them. I remember praying to God very very hard to pass my eye exam. I was pretty smart (too smart for my own good) and knew what would happen if I got glasses. So, I took my test and failed with what would become the best vision of my entire life 20/40. I say that because know my vision is something like 20/600. I remember being inconsolable in the optometrist office. I knew what was coming, worse than I had already been treated and I wish I was wrong but I wasn’t.
I think the term nerd and 4-eyes were applied to me after I added some pretty nerdy looking specs to my ensemble. I guess I didn’t know how to pick glasses as I never wore them before. My parents believed we should all make our mistakes and learn from them and boy did I. Take a harshly honest person (ergo, my wife) with you and have them tell it to you straight, at least you will not look poorly in the glasses they say look ok.
I for some reason in elementary school had a very advanced vocabulary and no one could understand me at times and that did not help. It was like speaking a foreign language that no one could understand and it put more distance between me and others. It was difficult finding pride in doing well in my studies as others were even mocking me for that. All I wanted was to be a ‘normal’ well-adjusted kid like everyone else. But the master builder had other plans for me. I was to be ‘me’ from the very beginning and I was fighting it even back then but I could not suppress who I was. This is a fool’s errand. We are who we are, nothing can change that. We may evolve and improve, but we are who we are. I tried running away from academic success but that only put more friction between my parents and I and as for my peers, well the teasing just went on. I remember there were a few bottom dwellers even lower on the totem pole than me, and I regret teasing them. It was like I was taking out my social rejections on them. It was a crude form of displacement and was cruel and I regret it and am sorry every day for my behavior.
I remember in junior high at Rincoln Elementary (Go Roadrunners!!) I was posed a question seemingly about 700 times a day by seemingly everybody, unfortunately. That great movie (it is pretty funny even today) Revenge of the Nerds came out in 1985 and of course everyone said, “Hey were you in that movie, Revenge of The Nerds? You’d be perfect”. I’d just drop my head and walk away hearing the echoing laughter as I did so.
Leonard Di Vinci was a brilliant scientist, designer, painter and sculptor. Well by the definitions I stated he would be a ‘nerd’ and yet he is an epitome of a Renaissance Man. If he is/was a nerd then that is company I’d like to be in.
I was also born with musical creativity so this made me a band and choir ‘geek’ or nerd while in school as well. But I love music and always will. I was made for music like a swimmer was made for water, yet a swimmer garnered more respect in those days. Of course, anyone in a rock and roll band was cool but that was pretty much it. I just tried to do what made me happy and that was performing music well or singing well. I felt like I was doing something I was meant to do, until the catcalling would start. I remember being pelted with tortillas at every football game my freshman year of high school. For some reason, we got more acceptance as the years went by and my everyone matured.
I remember one personal calling me ‘gauche’ in ninth grade. This of course means “socially awkward’ and though it stung it was highly accurate. I had been shunned for so long by so many that I really didn’t know how to fit in, even with other members of my tribe. It seemed I was even low-lying fruit in band. I would have to glom social skills of the few popular people that would (and still do) talk to me. If they only knew how much I wanted to be just like everybody else. Not unique, safely confirming like others and being treated like others. But that just didn’t happen. People became more accepting of me as I got older and mostly seem to remember me in a positive light from those older days. I sometimes wish I could be who they remember instead of who I am. I guess that is something we all battle in our lives, especially as we approach older age which is right around the corner.
I guilty, I love to read and love science. Many others I know and have known do not. I like science because it explains a lot of the origins of everything. For some reason, I was born with an insatiable curiosity about stuff and science helps spell out a lot of it so I love that. It makes me a nerd, by other people’s definition. There is nothing I can do about this one either as I will always want to know why about a great many things and I read up on them a lot.
One final area to touch on is my tastes in books and movies. I love, literature in all its forms and adore science fiction. This again forces the aforementioned label upon me. I started reading sci-fi, horror, fantasy and classic literature at a pretty young age (10). I still enjoyed the Beverly Cleary, Judy Blume and Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys books at that age too but I became a bookworm and got picked on and at for it.
-aaa
What topics do you like to discuss?

There are many but I’ll brainstorm in a rate brief answer to this question.
Items I’d like to explore in Daily Questions include:
Love
Relationships
Music (songs, albums, lyrics, genres, concerts)
Musician Experiences
Art
Life
Nature
Beauty
Heartbreak
Emotions
Lessons Learned
Divorce
Marriage
Education
Dreams
To name a few. 😝
-aaa

The music and artistry of Joni Mitchell have long been appreciated by the world (and yours truly) at large since she started out in the Kate 1960s.
My favorite song by hers is Big Yellow Taxi. This piece seems very apropos in today’s society and climate.
Check it out yourself:
https://youtu.be/2595abcvh2M?si=_sDXeNaPUyULMx8HBig Yellow Taxi
-aaa

Hey there, Watson what did you do?
Where has life landed you, friend?
Tell me tales of what you’ve lived through.
And how on earth they all will end?
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I traveled deep into the darkness.
And I found light on the way out.
Most of my lessons far from harmless.
But that’s what my journey was all about.
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Countless persons, experiences and such.
Formed the lessons I referenced before.
Love and strength were my only crutch.
Venturing past each slamming door.
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What can I tell you my dearest friend?
Of what this world has given me.
Realities harshness doesn’t end.
Or a sweet reward of liberty.
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Loving hard is not enough.
For person’s not worthy of a love.
No peace or beauty can be rough.
When all they do is push and shove.
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Changes happened at this point.
An adoration for me I did find.
My gifts and talents I anoint.
As strength and power fill my mind.
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The answers all kept coming.
To the questions remaining in my life.
With all my passions continuously summing.
I found the courage to leave my wife.
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Toxic narcissism was her art.
From the beginning of our life.
Only when we were apart.
Did I realize I never had a loving wife.
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Moving to a far away land.
I began the changes that never end.
Feeling empowered and really grand.
Starting affirmations I became a best friend.
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A new career, no longer a phony.
I started writing for a living.
Helping me pay my alimony.
And providing me was sorely missing.
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Purpose, usefulness, and daily challenge.
Or a steady part of my career.
This is how I get my revenge.
Building a future not muddled, but clear.
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Final words my friend for you.
We can drop a needless fuss.
The brightest future now in view.
Succeeding example for the rest of us…
-aaa

“Be a beacon of light shining forward and blazing through adversity. Be brave take those steps alone you need. Make the changes go for the best in life and don’t be afraid to take fall or two along the way. “
-aaa

I am one of a kind
Unique is the rule
No one to bind
As I’m a fool
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Far from my planet
I’m all alone
I take nothing for granted
A billion miles from home
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Sensitive to all that feel
But none of them feel a thing
Truly alone is my real
As I feel often loneliness’s sting
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My plight is all mine
And mine all alone
Nobody to match me is a crime
That’s hurt me to the bone
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I have a giant third eye
It’s my greatest power
I can feel it when you cry
Or when you’re glowing like a flower
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No antennae on my head
I’m not sporting a green face
No what is ever said
I’m scorned by the human race
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Being so weird makes me sad
I never do quite fit in
Many frustrations to be had
Despite the effort, I never win
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So I gaze low eyes to the sky
As I sit here all alone
Ever hoping a saucer will come by
And return me to my Martian home…
-aaa

From the deepest depths of my soul there is a single small light.
This is the beginning, a long road to make it grow from an ember to a fierce blaze.
Tread lightly and cry as much as you can.
Your heart is rebooting, bare with the pain the burning and the radiating tingles.
I swear it’s going to be better than alright faster than you think.
You face your pain you invite it you bask as swim in it.
This processes and heals you and fast it’s just very hard and very intense.
You’re doing it, I don’t know but this is a rebirth. Hang on and keep going!
-aaa

Walking breathing faster as I try and bring up the pace only 3 miles today that’ll be easier than yesterday morning’s 6-mile jaunt as I am walking down the desert Blvd in south Central Arizona. Near a dry marshy area for drainage, and a strange thought starts cooking in my brain, truly a new level of weird even for me. I look to the left and right and of course see nothing but dessert scrub on each side of me or did I see that?
I can almost envision something a little more out there, a lot of, well me as I see a me from good and bad periods of my life from youth to my current ancient-ness I saw myself coughing hard in 4th grade when trying to run or walk due to all the smoking I grew up around.
I see myself covered in dried caked mud from 7th grade and was shoved into a mud-puddle by the popular folks. I see myself in wearing my first pair of glasses in third grade remembering the joshing I took for wearing them. I see myself wearing the first pair of contacts I ever go at age 16, remembering how long I had to train to get to finally wear them. I see myself in junior high wearing my first pair of tinted lens glasses looking nerdier than I had thought at the time. I see myself in my high school uniform with my field snare and cowbell, barking out orders to the drumline and counting off. I see myself standing next to my special PE teacher (Complete with his Polio Crutches) and I’m trying to keep up as I walk next to myself. I see myself in my blue and gold cap and gown complete with hat and tassel, thin young and handsome like I apparently was at that age (I had no idea). I see myself dressed to the nines to paul bear and Eulogize my favorite aunt/Godmother at her rosary and funeral, my biggest fan ever and supporter, gone way before her time… life will never be the same… I see myself at age 9, after one of my favorite birthdays every as I got a bunch of balls to play with and first played and received ‘Clue’. I see myself at age 11-12 with my first crush which may have set my life on a course of settling in the later years, and she was light-years out of my league. see myself at age 16 trying to go around with a girl in high school because everyone in the band thought we’d be a cute couple (I had to break it off because I didn’t feel the way she did). I see myself at age 17 in my shorts and tennis gear tan and muscular feeling jazzed after beating a bandmate at Tennis in San Diego in front of the band and drill team. I see myself at age 8 with drumsticks in my hand recalling that ‘year’ it took me to master the ‘Drum Roll’, I swear I never thought it would come, and one day it just did… I see myself at 32 after my first separation/divorce living on my own, still relatively fit and strong at the time, oh the wild times I had, smh… I still can’t believe what a ho I was. I see myself at age 13 with a red face as I have just been setup to have a popular girl laugh at my socially sorry self…. I see myself at age 12 getting picked on by a bunch of people after my teacher cut off preverbal my social head after saying I was “The smartest and best student in the class”. I see myself at age 33 trying to work up the courage to leave the crazy mess that would end up wasting another precious 8 years of my life… “Don’t do it” I scream, but I don’t hear myself. I see myself at age 40, celebrating 40 years and wishing I could get into a time machine and get a do-over for the wasted years, (I’ll likely do the same thing at 50). I see myself at age 42 contemplating (and rejecting) jumping out of the window of my suite at Harrah’s as I watch the Mirage Volcano, wondering how to get my fiancé (at the time) out of jail. I see myself at age 40 now Paul bearer for my nana as she finally passed on from Alzheimer’s (she died many years before that) my last fan… she never ever did anything but love me, I miss her still… I see myself at age 13 in junior high taking crap from the other drummers as I take my music and performances much more serious than my compadres and I become section leader to their chagrin. I see myself at age 48 I don’t know why, my first affair ever, I hate myself at the time and feel immense guilt, on the other hand this is the first woman I even met that complimented the heck outta me (narccistic strategy). I see myself at age 4 with two salad spoons and curly hair, I wanna be a drummer when I grow up after seeing Stevie Wonder play “Superstitious” on Sesame Street. I see myself at age 14 trying to learn all the KROQ bands after being laughed at by a couple classmates for not knowing answers to some very basic questions on some bands of the time… I see myself at age 16 with my first girlfriends, I am dressedup in a tux I wore to Winter Formal and my Junior Prom at the fabulous Bonaventure (my parents had to drive us to both)… I see myself at age 15 in the nerdiest brown suite I ever wore (my parents made me wear it) to my uncle Donald and Aunt’s wedding, I drained a bottle of Dom Perignon that night my first time drunk, and last for a long time… I see myself at age 18, dressed and carrying the sheet music (quickly reviewing it) for a concert I was about to site read as the snare drummer flaked that night… I see myself at age 42, realizing my fiancé and her mother have been mocking my gullibility at being manipulated into handling the bills and fallout while she was in jail and pining for her true love (another man), I’d leave soon after… I see myself at age 31, getting satisfaction and appreciation (both verbal and financial) for the first and only time in my career for a small window of time at a financial software company (3 years). I see myself at age 32, nearly dying from diabetes Meletus as I nearly work myself to death at my job at the time (80+ hr. weeks). I see myself at age 5 having one of the worst dreams I would ever have, and I never told my family or friends (I see each of my most loved relatives walking by and away from this cottage I was in, leaving me all alone) my eyes are still tear-stained. I see myself at age 10, petrified of lightning and deathly afraid of electrocution at the time, I used to hide inside my toybox in the closet to be clear of the flashes and thunder…(I’ve since grown to adore it). I see myself at age 25, biting off more than I can chew with my first wife, holding and comforting her for hours at a time and trying to keep her from hating or harming herself… I see myself in my fishing gear with a pole I’m about to cast into the lakes of the Sierra Nevada, confidence is high that I will snap a line here… I see myself at age 48 tears on my face as I write off for life, my narcisstic best friend who was consistently not there for me pretty much through all my adult disasters ( I was there for most of his till he pushed me over the limit). I see myself at age 33, realizing my first ex-wife was cheating on me with multiple men, I’d leave her soon after…
I see myself at age 50 walking along side of these guys who are all me wondering where I went wrong, fear, I let it rule my life, and other people I let them rule my life too, over, and repeatedly, doing anything to please them and minimize the problems always doing what I was told and blinding trusting just I have always done, nothing to do or think of myself, not having any goals other than love, respect, and acceptance and never receiving them…
Watching a houseful of people get a lot of what they desire and ask for with little pushback as I work two jobs and have little for myself to want as I closed my wants (for maintenance) at the time….
Watching my body fail and change and my hair go gray as I till wait for my turn to come up in the selection process in our drama-filled complicated dysfunctional family….
I do not know what my future holds but I know I can survive all the good and bad I’ve lived, and I may be alone for the remainder of my life, but I will love me this time.
This too one day will end and hopefully the great creator will reveal what this was all for or join in a laugh… Either way I’ll have my answer.
-aaa

It’s spring 1990 and time for the last concert of my senior year at my alma mater. Thoughts forward and back flooded my mind as my final concert in highschool was about to happen. It was going to be a surreal concert as all others prior for my this year were as I opted out of the orchestras. Having 7 classes a day for 3 years and spending much of that time trying to manage and assist the drumline was tiring on me. So for these concerts I was strictly an usher and stagehand where needed.
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Things are well in hand, the audience is all seated and all stages are set for the elementary and high school bands, I grab a seat in the front row ready to enjoy this final concert as a spectator. Or so I thought.
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As I steady myself in my seat, the band director beckons me over. I sprint over figuring something from the band room was needed which I’d grab post haste. I was handed a folder full of music. The band director explains the snare drummer for the symphonic band was a no show and that I need to site read the concert. He laughed and said “let’s have some fun Anthony, we’re on in five, take a look at the music, the first piece should interest you”.
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I gasped and thought for a moment took a deep breath and made my plan. I’d grab my sticks asap and spend as much time as I can with the music. I sprint to the band room and grab my smallest nylon tips sticks and then back to the gym with the folder under my sleeve. I grab a chair and practice though the first piece noticing at it’s start “solo”. I analyzed it and each subsequent piece noticing the patterns in the notes and the dynamic shifts. The pieces were straightforward and I was ready which was just in time as the concert is about to begin.
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I grab my music and sticks and make my way on stage to the snare drum joining the Symphonic orchestra. The band tunes and I double check my instrument, tightening the snares and the muffle to the sound and feel I like. I face forward at the band director with my music and stand just to the right at lowest eye level.
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The band director turns around and introduces the band to the audience to nice applause. I feel and hear my heartbeat a little. This is going to be something to remember. I take a quick glance at my solo to come as the band director turns around and looks square at me a s smiles. He raises his baton and I raise my sticks then the downbeat and my solo. I gently rat-a-tatted my part as the drum responded to everything my hands did. In all honesty It was pretty rudimentary but I tried as always to make it sound good. I guess the way I played it sounded different than the band was used to as they all turned around and looked at me which made me very uncomfortable. I carefully read ahead and played the part flawlessly (thank goodness). We finish the piece and I let out a soft sign of relief. Then the next piece sad next piece my confidence growing from the first to the last.
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After completing the concert the band director patted me on the back and said “Wasn’t that fun Anthony” I responded with “I guess?” as I gathered myself and he laughed again.
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I thought to myself as I headed home later how crazy my last concert really was. I’d never have do that again l, well, until a couple of years later in college. I’d white-knuckle my concerts with the jazz band and chamber singers in where I’d learn the parts to their portion of it the night of the performance…
-aaa
When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

Like many of us I’m getting a sense of Deja vu with today’s question. i’m gonna take this opportunity to discuss when risks are worthwhile and when they’re not.
I believe we take risks every day. Some are worthwhile, while others blow up in our face. But you can’t let the bad moments take away your sensitive adventure, and your desire to grow through change.
That my friends is where the risk is going out on a limb, trying something new, someone new, loving someone new, changing careers, etc. These risks and they don’t always come out with great outcomes, but still worth it for the growth and knowledge that they bring.
We go through life and learn through our mistakes which risks are worthwhile , and which risks should be left alone. that’s called learning and it’s very important part of life. I pity those who don’t take risks, because they basically sit behind walls and never go out and live. The risks I’ve taken haven’t always gone as well as I would’ve liked, but they’re still worth the wealth if experience and self understanding I gained from them.
I have to say, though in the end at all the risks I’ve taken in my life, many of which were very foolish were worth it to be the person. I am now. I am empowered, I am brave, I am ready to live the life of my dreams and I won’t stop until I do. One risk, one change, one challenge at a time. 🔥💪 🔥
-aaa

Christmas time, gifts family get togethers, warm feelings, all kinds of things going on that time of year. This past year I’ve lived with my family as I perform a life reboot for myself. During Christmas, the neighborhood I live in does ‘Christmas Lights’. It’s quite a spectacle, nearly all of the houses are dressed to the nines in holiday cheer. Lights, more lights, Christmas Trees, Reindeer, and still more lights. Reds, greens, whites, and any other color you can think of dancing about (too music in our display). It’s a lot of fun and a little difficult getting in and out of your house as this goes on with all the cars and whatnot traveling up and down our cul de sac. It’s quite beautiful and generally all who visit love it all. One December night, some who visited our front yard got more than they bargained for: a 50-year-old dancing in his underwear for all to see…
Ok let’s get to that cold December night where I looked the fool in front of a pretty extensive audience. Ritual time, it’s nearly 8:00 PM so: edibles in, music blaring and I’m preparing a bath. In my efforts to prepare to close out my night, I stupidly left the shades open in my room (which has two windows facing the street) I grab clothes and head to my bathroom and crank the water as hot as it’ll go. I disrobe and enjoy an epic hot bath with the music is jamming and singing along rocking to Jeff Beck. Life is great. As I finish my bath and get out dry off, I throw on a pair of my Scooby Doo boxer briefs on. All the while I forget that I essentially have a stage set in my bedroom for the neighborhood to see. I’m really buzzed now feeling relaxed, too relaxed as my guard is totally down now. In my skivvies I grab my Bluetooth speaker and head back to bedroom singing and swinging my torso like an idiot and I realize as there’s sudden shouting and applause and laughter (from outside). Cheeks red and burning, I realized I was apparently performing for a stunned audience of cars and a onlookers. My bedroom light is on and the shades are down it’s like I have a spotlight on me. I didn’t know what to do, my heart sinks to my feet and I had to think fast which was a bit of a challenge in the state I was in.
I didn’t know what to do so I threw myself on the ground (sniper avoidance style) and crawled on my belly to the other end of my bedroom nearest my drawer to grab a pair of pajamas and put them on as fast anyone could that was laying facedown on the floor. I’m so stoned at this point that I’m considering an encore performance (not!). I quickly closed my shades and turned down the lights chuckling to myself as I temper my odd cocktail of embarrassment, adrenaline, and the detached airiness that comes with indica related products when consumed.
Needless to say if it’s Christmas, Kwanza, Ramadan, Presidents’ Day or Groundhog Day for that matter, when my evening rituals take place, the shades are shut and the lamp off. My skivvy gyration was a one-off performance… I’d settle for laughing at myself when I set down phone and attempt to answer my glasses…. 🤣
-aaa

Single life can get interesting quickly when you need to use a hammer on some frozen articles in the freezer.
Spot checking the refrigerator and freezer for grocery list items, I noticed an issue in my freezer in which 4 zip-locked marinara sauces (I made a big batch last weekend) were stuck to one another and through the freezer shelf.
Here’s where physics comes in, these sauces were originally frozen after cooling were in a liquid state at the time. As a result, some of the bags hung through the grates on the top shelf. When liquids/sauces/etc freeze, they sometimes expand a little as well which definitely happened here. <Physics lesson over>
I first tried to remove (they are adjustable) the top shelf and couldn’t because everything was quite stuck. I tried and tried and was able to pry off one of the sauces without breaking the bag (extra points for that effort). The other three sauces, however were very much lodged into the grated shelf and against the side of the freezer.
I tried, I pushed, I tugged (not too hard or I’d rip the ziplocks) I swore every bad word I could think of in English, Spanish, and Italian (we are multicultural at Anthony’s Place) but they wouldn’t budge. Then I thought to myself, “what will MacGyver do?”
Opening my tool drawer, I found my toolbox, took out a hammer and proceeded to hammer up (under the grate) on the frozen bags of marinara (I’m sure my neighbors love me 😝) until finally I was able to pop the shelf out. I then removed it from the freezer with the sauces still stuck to it.
We have a second challenge again of physics and common sense. I want to defrost these sauces just enough to get them clear of the shelving grate so I can place them back in the freezer without needing to cook them all.
I placed the grated shelf and my lambadad (I’m not sure if the forbidden dance has ever been applied in this manner 😂😂😂) marinara sauces in the sink and ran cold water until the portions that were expanded and stuck, shrunk down enough for me to pull them out. I then immediately placed everything back in the freezer more easily as everything was still frozen (for the most part).
To not have a future repeat of this adventure, I’ll place something flat on top of the grading next time. Lesson learned, and it was truly a cultural event with multiple language swearing, a refresher in thermodynamics, and a little MacGyver, for good measure…😂😂😂
-aaa

*Lying still in silent embracing of thought
*Warm notions gently wash over a weary mind
*Kindness fills up until bubbling over
*Sadness, gone and not chosen
*Solely, the greatest remain
*Warming heart beats, and loves with passion
*Strong/seasoned with extensive use
*Wisdom comes forward replacing pain
*Compassion is present replacing hate
*Patience and forgiveness applied in abundance quietly inside
*Grace filled will all the love that it can hold
*This is living, now, eyes closed drifting blissfully…
-aaa 😊

Anyone who knows me well, understands that music is a part of my vocabulary in a way. It allows me to apply my pallet of preference to encapsulate volumes of information without the need for explanation as the music provides that.
The powerful imagery that can fill us when we hear a certain song, the flood of memories from sight, to, touch, to sound. Or a song may capture an idea very personal to us, better than we could ever say in our own words.
As is the trend after I experience live music I start to listen to the discography of that artist for a while. Needless to say, I’ve spent a lot of time listening to Billy Joel. A lesser known track of his is one of my favorites.
Where’s The Orchestra, (The closing track on side 2) expresses to me a perfect analogy for being, out of place. Unique, different, somewhat misaligned with status quo. This is truly a beautiful soft anthem to the misunderstood. The reprise of the song “Allentown” on the clarinet at the very end, offers a gentle reminder to the opening track. Enjoy 😉 ❤️❤️🎵🎶🎼
-aaa
Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.

This is an excellent question, each day these are great and today is no exception.
In anticipation of a career change 6 years ago I made the decision to pursue my Master’s Degree in English. This was a real departure from the 22 years I’d worked in information technology. Not to mention the 25+ year hiatus and going to school/college. I enrolled at GCU (Grand Canyon University).
At first, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get it done. Learning about the new for me new APA writing format was so difficult to adjust to versus MLA which I used pretty much up until that point. Assignments were awkward class participation, and threaded discussions was such a new thing for me.
But once I got into a good flow, everything fell in the place, and it was pretty effortless to be honest. I wrote my papers if not all of them the night they were over 3 to 4 hours each time. And as crazy as it may sound I got “A”s on everything I touched.
It was weird. It was like I’d go into almost a trance and just go stream a consciousness, and my essay/papers would just take shape. And to deal with my problems with the new APA format I basically would take my previous paper, gut it rename, it save it, and then put the new content in there. this assured that I would not have any issues with format or design of my assignments.
Since my masters degree, was online, one new and challenging part was submitting each essay for originality. There’s actually software out there that will compare your paper to other papers written for the same courses and scan all the text and give a score. The lower the score the higher the originality so I was always shooting for under 10% and often got it. 99% of the students in my classes were teachers versus me, coming from technology perspective, so as a result, my papers were very unique.
Before I knew it two years gone by and I finished my 11 classes and gotten my masters degree in English. I’d leverage that degree for writing jobs and even change careers and write full-time now (as well as part-time here).
In conclusion, I must say that the risk was worth worth it all. Writing is my passion and working in it for a living is a dream come true and far more lucrative than I ever imagined…
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Mighty Sarafiona approached the crowd
Of many anxious awaiting fans
Prepared to give her their laude
Among a multitude of esteemed courtesans
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She steps up to the podium
Placing hands upon a microphone
Scanning a prepared speech for idioms
Just her before them all alone
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A silent pause before she speaks
The crowd anticipates and quiets down
Some camped outside of here for weeks
For privilege of hearing the lady in the gown
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Her throat is cleared and she’s ready to go
Deafening silence greets her first word
After it the rest all flow
Sounding anything but absurd.
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Cheers and applause
Greet her with explosive bursts
Each time she takes a pause
From pages of her prepared words
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They have such adoration for her
Hanging on each syllable spoken
The moments pass by with dizzying whir
With their synergy never broken.
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The end has come her speech complete
Tears and cheers from everyone
Standing tall all in the street
Her grandiose statement all now done…
-aaa
Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently?

This is a more difficult question for me to answer. I was in a situation where I was forced to not act out of an agreement with my ex-wife and I had to endure some terrible things in front of me and not act on them.
You see, before we got together or got married, my ex-wife made me promise that no matter what happened with her kids and her that I was not to interfere, ever have her to contend with.
My ex middle stepson would suffer bouts of narcissistic rage brought on by damage to his head caused by an accident when he was five and bipolar disorder combined. These resulted in some very scary events that I was not allowed to act on and I’m gonna share one now.
I believe the argument was over shoes. my daughters best friend was dating my ex stepson and I guess she was jealous over some shoes that my stepdaughter had gotten that she didn’t have.
My ex stepson acted like the enforcer and basically got into a physical confrontation with my ex-wife. He head butted her and pushed her on the ground and of course she got furious and attacked him, and I had to stand there and watch it and not act otherwise she would’ve attacked me. I wanted to jump in do badly and felt so helpless watching the terror unfold. 
Not a good arrangement I would advise No one ever agree to an arrangement like that if they ever get married. No violence should be tolerated from anyone. Being asked to ignore it while it’s happening in front of you is the worst kind of torture.
Do I regret that I didn’t act?? You’re damn right I do. it killed me to see that happen and it happened like five different times I should’ve just called the cops and had him arrested for it. Hindsight being 2020 but that’s the same for all of us.
Violence is never the answer to anything, and if you are in a relationship where violence is a common occurrence, be it with your partner, or your partner’s children/family you should just get out of that relationship and never look back. Toxic and traumatic experiences such as these and may lead to years of therapy from PTSD or worse.
-aaa
What makes you nervous?

There are a great many things that make me nervous most of which I think are quite practical for many or most of us. We need to remember that being nervous is just a feeling and doesn’t mean that anything bad is going to happen. It just keeps us really really focused.
Below are just some brief examples of items that I have found that made me nervous and how I have dealt with them.
Life Changes
Change of any kind makes me nervous. We all have a resistance to change and it’s not easy specially in life when we have lots of changes happen to us. However, I’ve come to find that all these changes in life that are difficult lead to the best growth and the happiest life possible.
Site Reading Music and Public Speaking
I could recall when I used to site read music that I’d be nervous about making any mistakes, but that just kept me frosty and on my toes and ready for anything. Sort of like when you’re going to make a speech or speak in public, you get nervous before you do that speech, but that keeps you on your toes and sharp.
Meeting New People Dating
Dating is never easy, especially in this day and age with all the technologies that are out there to use. So when you meet someone for the first time in person, you’re definitely very nervous and wondering how people will be in person. Whether they act the same as when you’re chatting or talking on the phone. Results were mixed on this one and will be expressed in subsequent writings by yours truly.
The World at Large
Currently, there are a lot of things going on in the world that are not great that also make me nervous. Potential climate change global warming seems to be getting worse. The politics in our own country here (US) have gotten more dysfunctional than I have ever ever seen in my lifetime or right about even in any books. Wars people, dying famine disease so many things out there that aren’t so great keep me nervous pretty much daily. But, I try not to let it bring me down because there’s only so much we can do about it and again this kind of goes back to everything. Just roll with things and do your best to get through them all.
Ergo
At the end of the day, feeling nervous is just that a feeling. A mere interpretation of our reality. just our minds telling us to stay sharp and be ready and that’s not such a bad thing. We just get caught up in feeling “nervous” where it would be best to enjoy the ride see what happens. See how the song comes out how the speech is delivered how the world is going to cope higher life change. “Just keep going”, which is my daily/hourly mantra…
-aaa

One day we’ll grow old together
Put our pieces each in place
Share many years through all weather
And each the wrinkles on our face
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Finding adventure each unfurled
Dancing to our very own beat
Many travels all over the world
Excitement lies before our feet
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No matter the time your eyes are the same
Your smile hasn’t changed at all
I’m smitten that is to blame
And every day in love I fall
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I manifest your existence
Each night in my dreams
My true love persistence
Is more than it seems
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One day our story will come to be
And we’ll be the envy of others
A new standard for all to see
When our dream life uncovers
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Holding hands on porch swing
Watching the evening pass
Fly high on passion’s wing
With many great times to amass
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We’re never too old to find a love of our lives
I’m 52 and I’m well on my way
Despite my two and a half ex wives
All my lessons learned and used here today
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Synchronies daily often appear
11:11, 1:11, 3:33, and 2:22
All conformation a great future is near
And these numbers portend, well, you
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When this happens, brightly clear
A divinely timed union we’ll be
As it happens I’ll blog it right here
Giving hope for all the world to see…
-aaa

I think I am becoming a sentimental old fool at 52. I Happened to catch Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory streaming on TV and was suddenly 6 years old again watching the movie for the first time.
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Relating to Charlie Bucket and the isolation he felt from his peers. His character was such a pure soul and he loved freely and fiercely even in the face of a rejection of the test from his most beloved idol.
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He is then rewarded for his suffering and his family’s as well. That line at the end of the movie always gets me and light tears come down “What happened to the man that got what he always wanted? He lived happily ever after” He then tightly hugs Charlie and I just tear up every time.
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Like I said, a sentimental old fool but I am who I am. The book was good but was more a lesson in behavior than the first film on which it was based. I even believe that I read somewhere that Dahl was initially unhappy with the film but later grew fond of it. It will always be one of my favorite movies somewhere inside I am that same child with older eyes…❤️
-aaa

Thank you for teaching me what love is not
Thank you for poisoning my every thought
Thank you for continuously using me
Thank you for emotionally abusing me
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Thank you for not being generous to me
Thank you for taking advantage of all that you’d see
Thank you for mental slaps with a white glove
Thank you for teaching me I had unconditional love
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Thank you for showing me all your hate
Thank you for showing me my own strength and faith
Thank you for doubting my every word
Thank you for demonstrating to me the absurd
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Thank you for weaponizing love and sex
Thank you for empty accounts and bouncing checks
Thank you for the emasculations you gave
Thank you for the respect you’d never save
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Thank you for not being in my life
Thank you for no longer being my wife
Thank you for the dog and pony
And thank you for that alimony…
-aaa