Its Friday!! The weather is absolutely stunning. The sky is amazingly blue, no clouds to be found. Its time for some tennis and afterwards consuming several Coor's Light's. Its pretty sad but this is what I wait all week for. Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are all so pedestrian. Then there is Friday. Friday is the girl or boy you long to date, then when you have her, its just for a second and then she slips away in a blink of an eye.
Its over. So slow to arrive but so quick to leave. It feels like it was just Memorial day and now its the final day of summer. Why does summer go so fast and winter drags on like a slow boat to China? The simple answer is, I love the summer and hate winter. The warm weather, running, playing tennis and being outdoors are no small reasons. The weather this summer was not great. It was a little rainier and cooler but still better than any winter. Tennis was delightful as always. Running was grueling at times but it is supposed to be tough. The feeling inside at this time of year is always remorse and sadness at the end, as opposed to excitement and anticipation at the beginning.
Fall itself is not a bad season. The weather isn't horribly cold at the start, so its bearable. The problem is, I know what comes after Fall. The season of cold, death and despair. Winter is three months of frozen hell. The witch of winter keeps one inside and constantly cold. I need endless summer and warmth but in this climate that's not a possibility.
What are my alternatives? Moving to a warm climate? That's not going to happen. The only thing I can do is, know in my mind that there will be next spring and summer. Its an eon away but it will happen, it must. All I can do for now is hold on.
I have a small bone to pick with you about the song "I'm Not A Man". First, I do really love the song and what I perceive to be the message of the song. Most of the things in the lyrics I do wholeheartedly agree with.
He's not a man!
I am questioning what is the definition of a man and how it applies to me. I've never worn a wife beater vest (Thank God). I am certainly no wheeler, dealer, mover, shaker (wouldn't want to be a phony like that). Wise ass, smart ass could slightly apply as I really love to kid with people but I only tease people I like and its never mean spirited or brutal (I need humor or I would wither away). I don't eat meat or kill or hurt animals (how we treat our animals says something about our society).
So yes, I suppose I'm not a man either or at least not that neanderthal definition of a man. So far so good!!
I'm Not A Man either!
Here is where the slight discourse begins; "Hockey Jock Laughing". Morrissey really?? I play Ice Hockey!! Yes sometimes in the locker room I laugh at a joke or something. I don't really consider myself a "Jock". I hate that word. I love to play both tennis and Ice Hockey, does that make me a jock. NO!! A jock is a cliche. Some neanderthal jerk who plays sports, thinks he is God's gift to the world and is about intelligent as a bowling ball. All hockey players are not "Jocks". There is a certain mentality in pro hockey with fighting etc. which I find disgusting. The beauty of the sport to me is skating, passing and scoring. I wish you would have used "Soccer Jock" instead but C'est la vie.
My other slight problem is cancer of the prostate. There was a Vietnam War Vet who used to come into the club all the time. He was a very friendly, jovial person. He never talked about his war days. I found out he was a true hero and saved some peoples lives. Men like him never bragged about their war days. He only said war is terrible and wished no other young men would have to go and die for no reason for their country. Well he died a few years ago from cancer of the prostate. Its a touchy subject. To me, he was a man.
So what is the definition of a man? Someone who is honest, caring, compassionate, treats others with respect, has integrity. Someone who helps others and wants nothing back in return. Someone who is always there when you need him. Someone who doesn't talk behind your back. Someone you can trust with your life. That is a small piece of what I think a man is. I only hope that as the years go by, I can grow and live up to the definition of what I think a man is.
This is a picture I took the other night of what is called the "Super Moon". I don't understand what is so super about it. I think its a very impressive moon. But to me its not super. If it were super then I should think it would take up half of the night sky. This moon doesn't even come close. So I think it is BAD to call this super. Could it be this is a bad moon on the rise? I don't see earthquakes or lightning or any trouble on the way, so maybe it is wrong to call it a bad moon.
Perhaps this moon could be called a Harvest moon? That would be correct. This is the last full moon before the autumnal equinox. Depressing but true, this is the last full moon of the summer and what a brilliant sight it was. I still do not like the term "Super moon".
There is something special and alluring regarding a full moon. Do odd things happen on those nights? Does the full moon change the chemistry in people's bodies and make them do irrational things? Its probably just folklore or legend. It doesn't really effect me, that I know of. I believe its pleasant to look at the full moon. Maybe to imagine traveling there someday? Or to dream of what could be or what might have been?
We're after the same rainbow's end, waiting round the bend, my huckleberry friend.
