As some of you may recall, and probably many of you do not, the Townehouse Blog began life in 2010 under the name “Unorganized Thoughts”. Although the blog has undergone several name changes since then, …
Several weeks ago the Homily at Church was about forgiveness. Since then, I have been ruminating on this concept and the more I think about it, the more confusing I find it. Now, don’t get me wrong. I am all about forgiveness. I believe the longer one holds on to the hate and resentment the more they damage themselves. Eventually it will burn a hole all the way through to your soul and it could become almost impossible to repair. But, that is not what confuses me. That part I understand.
“Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me” he sang to himself in his best Mortimer Snerd immitation. He of course is me, and I was singing in that fashioin as I stood before the mirror this morning while shaving. Then I begin to think exactgly what this day means, so I changed the words to “Birthday to me, Birthday to me”. Afterall, today I officially changed my status from middle age to old age. Today I turned 65.
Back in the late 50’s when I was a teen age boy a song was released called “The All American Boy“. There is a lot of controversy about who wrote the song, who recorded the song, etc. This blog is not about that, but just to keep the record straight, Bobby Bare recorded the song, but it was released under the name of Bill Parsons, who probably wrote it. However, if you listen to the song, and if you are a Bobby Bare fan, there is no doubt who recorded it.
Once upon a time, in the Land of Carpet there was the court clown. He was known as The Doofus Stooge. Now, Stooge’s primary function was not the clown, but one of the guards of the land. He carried a shield and various weapons. His job was to protect the citizens of the Land, but mostly he was found indoors, amusing and placating The High Sovereign.
Once upon a time, just west of Hamlet, there was a small hamlet know as the Land of Carpet. The Land of Carpet was a quiet, friendly place to live where everyone got a long and worked together for a peaceful, happy community. All was good until one day, about eight years ago,, an evil despot took control of the Land of Carpet, and thus began the dark days.
The evil despot was know as The High Sovereign. He was know as The High Sovereign because he insisted that he be known as The High Sovereign. Since he was powerful and prone to throw tantrums, everyone was sorely afraid and did as he bid. Those who failed to follow his dictates found themselves suddenly and unexpectedly yanked from their homes and placed elsewhere in the Land of Carpet. Generally, it was a place they did not want to be, and were not happy to be there, which is exactly what The High Sovereign wanted. For those in the Hamlet who had not felt his wrath, it was jokingly know as a “mid-week transfer”.
What is a pronoid you might ask? A pronoid is someone who, contrary to all available evidence, believes that he/she is well liked or popular. I believe there is generally one of these if not more in any workplace. Generally, these people also, contrary to all available evidence believe they are competent. This type of office inhabitant generally exhibits a third characteristic, what I call rectum proximity. This person can be found so close to the boss that if the boss made a sudden stop it would require the jaws of life to extricate them from the boss’s rectum.
For as far back as I can remember, and at least until Thanksgiving of 1988, my Dad was the one who prepared Thanksgiving Dinner. He would get up very early and begin preparing the turkey. It was a fascinating thing to watch. He was meticulous in his preparations. He would rub precise amounts of butter and spices on the turkey, he had the skills of a surgeon as he stitched the bird shut, and he was never late when it was time to baste the turkey.
Today I want to make a recommendation that will help release you from the chains of Windows. I want to suggest that your try Linux. For those who do not know, Linux is an alternate operating system that can be used in lieu of Windows. Why would I want to do that, one may ask? There are a number of reasons and in this article I will only scratch the surface. Hopefully enough to peak your interest into giving Linux a try.
So sorry I haven’t been around for a while. What is the old expression? The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. I don’t want to talk about my flesh, but I know my heart hasn’t been into this for a while. All the time I think of things I might want to discuss in this blog, but actually sitting at the keyboard and making the effort has been too difficult. But I promise to do better for my fan or fans. I know why it has been difficult, and that brings us to the topic of this article.
All men are not created equal, and neither are women. You only need to spend the day at the beach to verify that fact. Our forefathers used the expression “All men are created equal”. This was an unfortunate choice of words because there are those in our society who take those words way to literally. The forefathers went on to say that our creator has endowed us with certain unalienable rights, among them are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. But, that does not really mean we are all created equal. Because we are not. We are created with an equal chance to pursue life, liberty, and happiness. We are created with the same opportunity to fail or excel. But then it is up to us.