Will There Always Be An England?

 

Guilt is so overrated. I know that. Nevertheless, nobody should have the life that I have. Oh, I suppose that a better way to put it would be to say that everybody should have the life that I have.

Who knew that paradise would be here, tucked under the mainland of Great Britain. I remember old timers always telling me that I should have seen Key West before it was "discovered." I look forward to telling whippersnappers about Portland, before it was discovered.

Oh, and love- I preached about love for so long that I had pretty well decided that the stuff I went on about was the creation of some Walt Disney or the material of some young girl's dreams. Nope. It's right here. In abundance. It's way too late for bad luck. When this plays out, and we know that nothing is permanent, I will have had everything. Great goodness!

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

Peepin' and Hidin'

Can't go over it, gotta go 'round it. Life comes but once, at least in my belief system. Today. Eat the good stuff and read the good stuff and listen to the good stuff. Pet every dog. If he bites you, you will have learned not to listen to the likes of me. 

Every morsel is a feast with the right table setting. I've dyed all our napkins fuchsia and the whole world got better. I haven't solved any climate change problem or ended any war, but I feel like I've done my little part. 

I've forgotten most of everything I ever learned except Elvis' army serial number, my phone number from 1962 and the ending for my nightly prayer. Oh, it's no big deal and it hardly qualifies as dementia. I just never learned much. A great deal of it is not really forgotten so much as I've just changed my mind.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

 

Scenic Routes To Paradise

 

Great gifts seem to arrive when expectations fade. Miracles are everywhere when you're not looking for anything special. The magic in the world is like floaters in your eye. Don't look at it if you want to see it.

All those hokey things you ever read about love are true. Every cornball "moon, June, spoon" rhyme in all of the mediocre pop songs ever written nailed it perfectly.

Of course loss is the other side of this lovely coin. Nothing lasts forever. Don't miss a moment. Don't just tell somebody that you love them. Tell everybody.

Wide Streets In A Ghost Town

 

While the planet sizzles I live the life of a prince in some mystical fairyland with the traffic coming towards me in the wrong lane. Loss visits and leaves that familiar, bittersweet memory that makes up all that matters.

If I could have planned a future, this would have been it. 

I wanted to save the world. Looks like the world saved me. 

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

Pirate Graves and Chips

Time drags on until time's almost gone. I suppose I'm glad that longevity tables aren't that easy to decipher. There was a point in my life where I thought that it was obvious that the whole Adam and Eve parable was about sex. Now I'm pretty sure that it's about mortality.

Is it just me or is it kinder over here?

Maybe it's just that the pushy ones don't have six shooters.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

 

What The Heck Is Bubbles and Squeak?

 

You can take the hillbilly out of Alabama but don't let him drive on the left side of the road. Cultural shock comes naturally to the uncultured. I should probably start a list of some sort of the terms that throw me. If John, Paul, George or Ringo didn't quip about it in A Hard Day's Night or Help! I probably don't have a clue as to what is being said right in front of me.

All I know is that I'm supposed to react positively to, "Alright, Mate?"

They call this English?

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

Land of Guns and Honey

Far be it from me to criticise, whine, complain. Oh, wait- that's what I do. You don't turn your back on a friend, though, especially when they're down. Somehow the good guys are gonna have to get some kind of control of the US government. 

The majority of Americans are fine, decent folks. A vast majority. I grew up with kind, fair people who shared their good fortune. 

Oh, we frequently had it wrong. Indigenous people. Slaves. The environment. I could go on but I don't want my little blog banned in Florida.

Maybe the old girl has just had her day. Empires rise and empires tumble. It surely seems to me, however, that if the majority made the big decisions again for awhile, that there's plenty of life in her.

Meanwhile, the weather is lovely in Dorset. I'll see you in October.