Gone is a "G" Word

Gone is easy to understand. Like Gone With the Wind, by Margaret Mitchel, a tragic character herself, also gone for some time now.



And Bob Marley, the Rasta Man who only asked for a piece of equality and the equality of peace. He was also notorious for asking for a piece, may he rest in peace.

Yes, GONE is easy to understand. This blog format just never has quiet found itself, or sprouted wings. In fact, if anything, it's degenerated several layers, until there's really nothing left to do but throw the baby out with the wash water. So, until I come up with something better to do with this space, I'm parking the keyboard.




If I get a burst of southern inspiration from time to time, I will find a vent for it. Meanwhile it's back to full tilt to my crappy job until it plays out.




May the damnyankees rot in hell a hundred years before they're missed on earth, and may the midwesterners beat them there by two hundred more. As for southern traitors who help them out, hell is too good for them. We're preparing them a special place
where they can watch their children grow up with their chosen comrads.






From beneath the Carolina moon, where life is always more than it appears to be, I will now take my pause, and leave. Thank you.

Dread

Fish is an "F" Word

Just for clarity, let me say up front that today we are talking about fish the verb, as in fish, fishing, fished. For instance if you go fishing around, you may get more fish than you anticipated, like the guys in the picture. There are fishing jobs too. Some people have fishing jobs they really like. Some people have fishing jobs they hate. I suppose fishing is a lot like everything else in life, a lot of whether or not you enjoy fishing, depends on who you're fishing with. And I guess the experience can be colored by whether or not you catch anything; and what.

Sometimes the hectic pace of life and just life circumstances, prevent us from getting to fish at all. Some people just have an aversion to fishing and therefore intentionally don't fish at all. I love to fish, but haven't in a long time. I really do look forward to someday fishing again, and on a regular basis.

You know I don't think I want to write anymore about fishing. This is supposed to be just a short fun blog post, and suddenly it seems to be leading somewhere else, if it ever got off the ground to start with. Tomorrow is "G"word day. That shouldn't be as difficult for my muddled head.

Posted by Dread, who wonders how you call something an "F" word, illustrate it with a giant catfish, and then write about it with clarity, dignity, or respect for the reader. Some days you try to reach beyond yourself, and just don't quiet make it. That's the way it is here beneath the Carolina moon.

Embarrassed is an "E" Word

My wife reads audio books. Yeah I don't get it either. When I read a book, I read it. When I listen to an audio recording, I listen. But, she says she reads audio books on tape and CD. Okay. I'll just accept that, and let it go at that.

The latest audio book she has is "Southern Fried Divorce". I read the synopsis of it on the net, and I don't like the scenario; seems sucky. A divorce should be just that; a divorce and done with it. Gone. Finished. Ahhh anyway, its just a book...an audio book..that she's "reading"..hmmkay.

I listen to the radio in the car on the way to work some days. I never read the radio, except the tuning dial. So there we have the exception. I can read the radio, when I read the dial. I always knew I was lacking something. Now I finally know what it is. I can read books and dials, but I can't read audio. Oh the shame of it! I'm so embarrassed I could just die! But, I won't.

In fact, I'm perfectly happy in my imperfection. Laaaah-deeee-daaaah! Okay, the truth: I'm not embarrassed; not in the least! But, embarrassed is an "E" word, here beneath the Carolina moon. Continuing the series here, tomorrow will be an "F" word.

Posted this day by Dread, who is slowly, but surely gaining momentum on once again having fun in life.

Day is a "D" word

It's Monday! A new week, a new day, and I'm reaching for a new attitude. (yes still!) If you don't like my attitude, then just wait 15 min. Its usually about as unpredictable as the weather. Speaking of the weather; the forecast was for storms and rain both Saturday and Sunday. Thankfully, the prognosticators missed it horribly, and the weather was beautiful all weekender.

You know, perhaps I take other peoples attitudes too seriously, along with my own. So, I'm going to do some fun stuff this week, some of which may offend, or not be so funny to a few. I'll try not to be overbearing with it. If you're overly sensitive or easily offended, then you may want to stay away from me this week. But then again, I may be good therapy for your condition. Who knows?

So, we start the week with a scene I've seen repeated a few times over the years beneath the Carolina moon on a hot summer day. And its always, just people having harmless fun. And the people who are shocked by it, usually aren't, and weren't to start with. (having fun)

Posted by Dread, who has learned in the last two months that whether you drown in your own sorrows or someone else’s, you still drown.

Swim! Love! Live!

Weekenders

WEEKENDERS RULE!!!










... and for a good reason too!!

Enjoy yours,

Dread

Confusion is a "C" Word

Confusion is about the most familiar thing in my life at the moment. But then we tend to be quiet the confusion factory here in the deep south. Lately it seems, there is an abundance of it. They must be selling off the surplus down at the confusion factory. Normally I would know since I work there, but they are moving the factory and I've been a little out of the loop. And since things are so loopy, that suits me just fine. It just leaves me a little confused about the confusion.

So, if this post seems a little confused by all the confusion, try not to get confused about it. I wasn't very confused when I started this post but now I am. Actually, I think I was confused before, but then I may be confused about that also. In all the confusion I seem to have lost track of my confusion. Gaaaah!

Confused beneath the Carolina moon,

Dread

Biatch is a "B" Word

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Yes, there is more to life than just attitude, especially here, beneath the Carolina moon.

Dread

Attitude is an "A" Word

I really have been trying to work on my attitude. I realize that just because I work for heartless dogs of illegitimate birth, doesn't mean that I can't have a bright, healthy, optimistic attitude!

Speaking of attitudes; I thought the North Koreans might be interested in the fact that what they work at seriously, many Americans do for a weekend hobby. Are the North Koreans sure they want to continue firing those little toys around, and playing with radioactive materials? Do they realize the kind of people they are messing with? Below to wit:



The North Koreans really should seriously consider adjusting their attitude. Cause, sometimes, you know, our hobbies are more successful than their serious work.



And yah know a southern gentleman will smile, and be polite, and mannerly to you, right up to the split second before he gets mad enough to finally blow your freaking head off. And that's just the way it is, here beneath the Carolina moon; sometimes with an attitude.

Dread

"O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!"

From: To a Louse, by Robert Burns (as quoted daily here to the right->)

To a REAL louse! My boss as ithers see'im!

And, that's how I see it, beneath the Carolina moon.

Dread

TGIFF!

Thank God it's finally Friday!...Ha! You thought I was gonna use that other word didn't you? Plitttt!



It got crazier at work this week, another long timer was shown the door. That's two out the door this week. Soon there will be no one left that knows what they are doing. I plan to enjoy the weekendender, one way or the other, probably the other... Work will still suck on Monday, so I plan to let it lie there without my worry, all weekend. There! Take that neglect, you sucky work!

Dread

Moving Again!

I am moving my office for the eighth time since June 2004. Think about it. That's an average of less than four months per location and closer to three. You know what? I'm rather sick of it all. I keep having to remind myself; hey, it's just a job.

Dread

A Revisit? A Dream?

Perhaps Grandfather taught me of the many qualities of spirit, and there at his knee, I also learned of the beautiful qualities of spirit that later, I found in you.

You know who you are, as I know who you are. We have soared on the wind together, and celebrated the simple wonders that are life and love. We share wonders in replacing question with joy.

The brave and the wise know of the existence of the dark, but explore and gain their power in light. It is the angry, the foolish, and the greedy, who seek the power of hiding in darkness. In light there is joy, there is wisdom, there is generosity. True life, love, and light are one.

Perhaps I was led this path not to recall Grandfather, but to recall and apply his wisdom. Have I not prayed for wisdom? Tonight I sleep in peace, with assurance of the qualities of spirit that I have as my one that, I have found in my one, who joins me with the One.

There is assurance, there is joy, in the life, love, and light we share. It is not to be caught with a dream, but with our spirit. Such are the things we sometimes ponder, here beneanth the Carolina moon.

New Monday

Alrighty, It's another Monday, and a new week! We've just survived the lunacy of another full moon here, so there is reason to be thankful and rejoice.

The pic featured today, I took a couple of years ago off the north end of Carolina Beach, North Carolina. It was an early day for me so I managed to catch this sunrise peeking through the haze, floating above a super calm, almost flat, sea.

Each day here is like opening a gift wrapped package, you never know what it will hold for you. Such is life beneath the Carolina Moon, even at sunrise, on a Monday.

Yes, I know its 9/11. Life will never be the same. Complacency has a horrible price. I'm just not going there. Nuff said.

Dread

Kinda Bad Week?

This has been another kinda bad week. Another of my coworkers of 20+ years and a great friend, got "the letter". It's generally been difficult in other ways too. I'm trying to have faith that all will work out for the best in the end.

Meanwhile, the picture above is for my boss and all the smirky rump kissers that surround him...well there aren't that many left. I plan that the coming weekender will work out somehow into something positive and good.

I have a special, short road trip planned Sunday with my Dad. Maybe I'll have something to share here Monday. You just never know what will happen, here beneath the Carolina moon.

Dread

After Labor Day Blues

Labor Day is a rough holiday. Not only is summer coming to an end, (depressing enough) but it just comes at a time when... well I just won't get into all of that. Still, I try. I really try to make each day something good, special, and a positive contribution, despite all that has been, and is, going on that works to the contrary.

Then one morning, you get out of bed after tossing and turning a half slept night, stumble to the bathroom, and stagger down the hall to the kitchen in search of that first cup of coffee. You know that cup of coffee. It's the one that will course through your veins like a shot of heroin, rejuvenating your grogged brain and half numb body.

You start the water heating, then open the cabinet to pull down the jar of instant, and you encounter this:



Hey, what the heck? At least it's friendly. We've had babies born in our family that were pretty much that homely. And, after an encounter like that, what could possibly happen at work that would seem so bad?

Okay, that thing (a baby lemur) really wasn't in my cabinet. But it could have been, and.... stranger things happen here beneath the Carolina moon. Believe me! The point is, we all have stuff that seems frightening, until we understand it for what it really is, then, imaginary or real, we just deal with it. Then we make the best of the life God gave us.

I know this post possibly won't make sense to many of you who read it. Take my word for it. SOME DAY IT WILL! And when it does, it will be the end of your summer, and the beginning of your mixed seasons. Now THAT'S something scary for you to think about! Don't worry, that too will pass.

You see, I love summer and hate winter. Well, actually I hate cold. So every year I get the after Labor Day blues. I am trying my damnedest to avoid that this year. I have reasons enough to stay happy; not the least of which is being loved. (Fantastically loved in fact!) But that's another post. Today, I'm good! I'm really good. I hope you have a happy, post Labor Day, week.

Dread

Wrap This Week Up

What did you expect? It's Friday. It's been a crazy week. The insanity has crept into the blog this week. Well okay, only slightly. This sweet creature above may be the answer to a few of my problems. I'm hunting him a mate to propagate the breed. I eventually hope to have like, oh say, twelve or thirteen hundred of these.

Just joking. Wrap this week up tight! Tie it off! Move on to the future. Carry only the good things with you. Leave the fecal spew of evil doers behind. Leave your bitterness there with them. Better that they choke on it than you! And bitterness will choke the possessor. It can choke to death. Leave it!

Pack the goodies bag. All the good things and people you want to carry into your future go in there. We can't begin our journey anew, we just start up again from where we are. Leave the bitterness and the rest of the bad stuff behind, and choose the goodies you put in our goodies bag to take with us, as our journey continues, beneath the Carolina moon.

Have a nice weekender! I had other plans, but, I'm changing them. It's time to rearrange a few things and throw a few things out of my goodie bag. There are a few goodies I want in there, on top, where I can get to them quickly, and often, the rest of the crap that's in there, I'm likely to dump.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Clean House!

Dread