It’s About Time … Off The Wall

10561597_10204674105265315_8484038910465730662_nSpring!  This is the time of the year when I put the lawn-chair furniture on the front porch and soak up the best parts of the day. 

This morning I was out there early, real early, sitting in the still of the morning, before the sun had come up.

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Life Is Good …

DSC01366The hot water of the shower stings my back and I soak up each and every drop, one of the few pleasures in life, I can still afford.  After two good cups of coffee, I slink out to the shop to do my thing as the wife refers to it.

One good thing about country living, is the fact, that you are never far from nature.  The air is fresh and clean, there is no sense of misguided suburban urgency to screw thing up.

Yesterday, early in the morning in my shop, I watched a moth flutter around the window in a feeble attempt to get outside.  He kept hitting the window over and over in his relentless challenge to get outdoors.

On the other side of the window, the drama unfolds even more, it is a small bird who is in turn, pecking on the window and hovering at the same time, trying to make an easy breakfast of the moth.

Nature and all her drama, and all you have to do to enjoy it, is move to the country.  People in the city are vegetating at the lite, waiting for a green at the top of the pole, to go nowhere.

I turn on my stereo while I am working, the melodic sound of country music fills my shop (Allan Jackson’s Country Boy readily comes to mind … Reba McIntire I Wish I Were A Boy), shortly thereafter a mockingbird lites on the fencepost outside the door and begins to serenade me at the same time.

The birds’ gentle song fills my morning with joy and brings peace to my tired soul.

 Life is good in the country.


Ice Cap Musings …


Woke up this morning with some mind-numbing concerns, I will share them with you.

  1. Found myself conflicted on doing a search on Goggle news on Tom Cruise or Bill Crosby.  Coz is a hot-button topic right now, Cruise not so much.  What can I say …. slow week. 
  2. Decided to NOT find out anything on the mess in Ferguson, Mo.  It did occur to me that they can now officially change their lic. tags.  They currently read, “Missouri The Show Me State.”  They could delete “state” an add “Hands” to that and be all kinds of PC.
  3. Why is it that I desperately miss Jay Leno and not Barbara Walters?
  4. My thought processes seem to  be derailed.  Last week for instance, on Wednesday, I stopped telling people “to have a nice day” as I was fairly sure I might kill someone by Saturday.  Kind of stumbled thru the week, like a beat-up smartphone with a missing ap and a half-drained battery. 
  5. And finally …. If this were a Home Invasion … Would you rather take a bullet straight to the head, or five rounds in the chest?  (Just accept it … Sometimes the choices life gives you are hard to swallow)

This new cartoon feature about Penguins by Disney cracks me up, all these birds falling from the sky at a a highly-accelerated-rate of speed and the one bird screaming …. “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!” … I just find that incredibly funny. 

But then again I am a pretty sick puppy, we all know that.

Dead Penguins – Did you ever wonder why there are no dead penguins on the ice in Antarctica.  Where do they go? 

It is a known fact that the penguin is a very ritualistic bird which lives an extremely ordered and complex life. The penguin is very committed to its family and will mate for life, as well as maintain a form of compassionate contact with its offspring throughout its life. 

If a penguin is found dead on the ice surface, other members of the family and social circle have been known to dig holes in the ice, using their vestigial wings and beaks, until the hole is deep enough for the dead bird to be rolled into, and buried.

The male penguins then gather in a circle around the fresh grave and sing:

“Freeze a jolly good fellow.”

“Freeze a jolly good fellow.” 

Then, they kick him in the ice hole.

You really didn’t believe that I knew anything about penguins, did you?

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It’s Your Choice – Not Mine.


Most mornings, I will sit at the table, cup of coffee, blinds open, watching the birds hustle to pick up the food I set out for them the night before.  How hard life must be for them and how easy it seems to be for me.  I think about a hot shower and how the water stings the back of my neck, long before the sun comes up.  Slowly I crank up to meet the new day in my own ritual.

Beside’s the shower, this (sitting at the table) is usually the best place for me, early in the morning, to gather up my thoughts, and think about what it is that I am going to post for the day.  On most days, I do not have a clue, as to what it is that I am going to share with you, I have not the faintest hint as to what I might have to freely give you.  At times I often find myself, totally lost in the moment and find no chart, no clear concise course to follow.

On some mornings, I share a bowl of oatmeal with a friend and work out my day.


I will think about the first time my granddaughter took her little hand, placed it in mine and together, we walked across the parking lot of the truck-stop to the store.  How good it feels to be needed and wanted.  What was it that they used to call that feeling … oh yeah … a warm fuzzy.  How a four year old will exclaim to anyone within earshot … “This is the bestest day of my life” and mean every word of it.

Other times, I will think about a 12 year old boy I know, who has no friends his age, cannot throw a football, is home schooled, and cannot tell you what 4X8 might be.   “57?  Uh 64? …  41” … all good guesses, but not one is even close.  Deep inside it bothers me, because I know that not knowing how to spell a simple word like “cookie” at this age, will eventually lead to an emotionally crippled, ignorant teenager, in a very cold unfeeling world later on.  I think about his limited options, all the time painfully knowing, I have to be quiet about it, because it is a “family thing.”

Even farther back in the cavities of my mind, I will think of walking to the back of a locomotive, on a chilly winter morning, slowly chugging thru the yard for another cut of cars.  Reaching the back of the engine and finding my 47 year old friend Jack, sitting in the stairs, softly crying, because his kid is strung out on methamphetamine, and he doesn’t know what to do about it and I don’t know how to ease his pain.  I think of all the times in my own life where I feel so inadequate and used up.

This kind of thinking, often will make me happy and sometimes, it will make me sad.  Sometimes I will write about it and most often, I usually pass.  You see, most of my choices are limited, some will work out and some will wither up and die on the vine.

My thoughts such as they are, have one common denominator.

This would be that I really don’t have a choice in the matter, I have to work with what it is that I have discovered (within myself) this day.  My only options might be a set of headphones to drown out the noise or something like that.


You on the other hand, you have a choice.

You can flip off the page and go somewhere else.  You can hit a delete button or escape and you are done.  You can report it to moderators as untasteful or profane, objectionable to your good adult standards or morale code.  You can ignore it completely.

The clock on the wall clicks off fractions of a day.  Often early in the morning, when we sit down to write it and then put it up, another slice of life, a moment in time laid out on the page.  Another offering is there for you to savor, relish and enjoy or to shut it down and walk away.  Some of it good and some of it not all that great.  It is all here, absolutely free.  No baggage to take with you, no promises to make or break.  And it only cost you a small portion of your time.

At times I think, believe it or not, you have the better part of the deal.

Thanks for stoppin by, as usual the comments section is open, take a shot at it if you wish.  Ameliorate the content of the post or just say hello, either one will work.


Fluffy Is A Killer


Most of the time when I am really curious about something, I would institute a survey on the issue and see what the results might be.  But I have discovered that survey’s usually are ineffective on webpages and most people do not respond.  The last survey we did here, was as follows:  380 views on the page, 88 viewers that day that were new to the site, and only 1 vote cast.

Pretty bad.  This is why we do not do surveys.

If you were however to do a survey on pets, I would guess that the majority of website owners or Internet habitants have a cat for a pet, versus a dog or some other animal.  I see them (cats) mentioned all the time in their respective posts and/or photo’s.  Having no real data to support this, I would venture an opinion that the cat is most likely, the number one pet in America.  But I do not know for sure.

Recently I read a survey on the felines.  Some the things it presented were surprising to say the least.  When let outside the typical house cat turns into a killing machine.  I would wager that most cat owners were unaware of that fact.  University of Georgia researchers made this discovery when they strapped a camera onto the collars of some 60 domestic cats.  During a period of a week or so, they intently observed what the feline’s were doing while outside.

They found that 44% of the cats when released from the home, immediately went hunting, but they only brought home about a quarter of their prey.  This incidentally was broken down into lizards, snakes, frogs, rabbits, chipmunks, and birds.  This survey is interesting in the fact that it presents us with a totally different look at our pets, and what they do when outside.

It suggests that previous estimates of damage that America’s 74 million house cats will do to wildlife in general (this does not take into account wild cats, feral cats which live wild).  It appears that previous estimates on the damage the cats were capable of was underestimated.

Remember the survey’s before did not include the animals the cats killed, ate or left behind.  All of this is important because why?  The American Bird Conservancy says that cat predation is one reason why one in three American bird species is in serious decline.

The camera footage also gives us a good glimpse into what it is that kitty does when it is outside and on the roam.  It also proves the old adage:  “Curiosity killed the cat.”

Surprisingly, cats are a danger to themselves.  The video shows them engaged in potentially life-threatening behaviors’ like crossing roads, eating and drinking unknown substances, and exploring tight spaces.

And here is the kicker in all this.  

Several of the cats in the survey, unbeknown to their owners, also routinely visited a second family for extra treats and petting.  Next time you finally succumb to the constant whining and persistent mind numbing meowing of Fluffy to get outside, when you open the door and let him/she out, think about what the damage to the environment you are doing this day.

Fluffy it seems is a natural hunter and killer, despite his purring demeanor and charm.


What folks have been reading this week at Creative Endeavors:

Home page / Archives  
Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)  
Looking Back On It All … 2012  
Missed Opportunities  
Christmas Last Year 2012  
Fluffy Is A Killer  
Lock N Load  
Mr. Gorsky  
The Worry Tree

Pass On The Fish

One good thing about country living, is the fact, that you are never far from nature.  Yesterday, early in the morning in my shop, I watched a moth flutter around the window in a feeble attempt to get outside.  He kept hitting the window over and over in his relentless challenge to get outdoors.

On the other side of the window, the drama unfolds even more, it is a small bird who is in turn, pecking on the window and hovering at the same time, trying to make an easy breakfast of the moth.  Nature and all her drama, and all you have to do to enjoy it, is move to the country.

I turn on my stereo while I am working, the melodic sound of country music fills my shop (Allan Jackson’s Country Boy readily comes to mind … Reba McIntire I Wish I Were A Boy), shortly thereafter a mockingbird lites on the fencepost outside the door and begins to serenade me at the same time.  The birds’ gentle song fills my morning with joy and brings peace to my tired soul.

Life is good in the country.  The gradual slow rhythms of the land get you to where you need to go on most days, the red dirt of Oklahoma feels good under your feet, the wind carries the fragrances of the land on the wind.  If that isn’t working for you, then I suppose you could move to some place like Wyoming?

Lost Springs, Wyoming,  is currently undergoing a population boom, according to the 2010 census.  The town now has four people living in it, up from the one who was counted in 2000.  That might work.  Either way you win, peace and solitude, if that is what you yearn.  Not like the hectic, frantic life of the city, where you start every day mulling around in your mind the prospect of just driving a stake through your forehead and being done with it.

We seem to be on the subject of nature so here is something else for all you who dropped by this morning.  This past week a team of mountaineers and a Sherpa guide began removing 11,000 pounds of garbage, empty bottles, oxygen canisters, and abandoned tents and ropes from the slopes of the world’s tallest mountain Mount Everest.  Almost six tons of trash … You would not think there would be that much junk at the top of the world, but there is.

I am reading of this huge mass of floating crap in the oceans now, as a direct result of the Tsunami that recently hit Japan.  Most of it was flushed out to sea, and has made a sort of drifting island of flotsam that is soon to travel as far as Hawaii in the not so distant future.

Last week about a  mile off the coast of Japan, coast guard officers in a helicopter spotted a dog on the roof of a house that had been washed out to sea by the tsunami three weeks ago.  They rescued the dog and took it to as shelter.  The owner of the dog, named Ban, saw a story about the rescue on TV and recognized her dog.  She reclaimed her lost dog later that day.

There you go a happy ending for a change.  Now go grab a tissue, this next one is most likely going to hack you off.

A bad week for an Arizona teenager who cut himself making a sandwich who has been billed $2,000 for bleeding on the sidewalk.  His would did not require stitches, but the city of Peoria wants compensation for calling out the bio-hazard unit to clean up the droplets.  “It is really like rubbing salt in the wound of the kid.”  I mean hell, do you remember the good old days when your mother worried about the dog licking you in the face?  When was common sense outlawed in this country?  Did I miss the memo?

Anyone catch this?  President Obama accepted an award for supporting government transparency at a private ceremony from which the media and the public were excluded.  So much for transparency huh?

Friday the thirteenth, never have been superstitious about it really, it is just another day like any other.  As a matter of fact, I have often considered the number 13 as a lucky number for me personally.  That is until someone pointed out that it was the the letter M in our alphabet which stands for Marijuana and is also the symbol of the Mexican Mafia.  That is one time “too much information” (TMI) kind of takes away from it, you know what I mean?

Might want to lay off the sushi for awhile.  Japan’s nuclear utility dumped millions of gallons of radioactive water into the Pacific Ocean recently, in an area where radiation was already 7.5 million times the legal limit because of discharges of radioactive gas and water from the damaged nuclear plant.  It had to dump the water so it could store even more highly radioactive water that has been seeping into the turbine buildings.  Restaurants are losing customers, and the demand for fish is falling.  fishermen across the country were of course furious.

Like I said … Life in the country?  Well, it just isn’t all that bad, Y’all.

Have A Great Weekend.


Twisted Evolution

Three of my good friends called to check on me this weekend, I am pleased.  Put me down as a Happy Camper in life.  Of those, my friend Wynell, was even brave enough to venture an opinion of sorts.  She said that I need to get out of the house more often.

So Cup Cake and I, we drove downtown this weekend, for some Mexican Food for lunch. After consuming wayyyyy too much hot & spicy Mexican food we went down to the Bass Pro fishing joint.

Didn’t make a purchase of an item, just browsed the store, looking at the sporting goods, fishing, hunting stuff.  Walked around the store looking at this and that, didn’t really buy anything.
Although I love the outdoors, nature and all the wonders of it, it would be a fair assumption to say that I am not a big sportsman.

Now if I could find a girl that loved to fish, I might consider it.

So we are downtown at the local bait shop and sporting good store.  On the way out of the store, a security guard approached me and he said “Sir, could I have a word with you?” and I sez, “Sure, what is it you need?” and he replies, “We are going to have to detain you for a little while, could you please follow me?”

So then I reply, “Detain me? What are you talking about?”

And he said ….. “Sir. You are under suspicion of stealing duck calls and stink bait!”

Mexican food gets me every time.

Maybe Wynell is wrong, maybe I ought to just stay in the house.  While we are on the subject of food?  (Nice blend huh?  Well, whadya expect for free)  Buffalo Wings as I understand it are forty years old, and that was a NEWSWORTHY item because?  Well they are.  That is another mystery … “Buffalo WINGS?” … Never quite understood the terminology behind that, how can a buffalo have wings?

Just like this dinosaur thing, they say that is where birds came from, they were once dinosaurs and had to evolve.

Taking it one step further I suppose all the buffalo were taken so evolutionarily speaking they were made into birds.  Huh?  Kind of like Chicken McNuggets, what part of the chicken is that, exactly?  How about this “Man from Apes theory.”  If man truly came from Apes and the species evolved  … Then why do we still have Apes?  Just thinking outside the box here, which should be quite apparent.  Another obvious point should be that this is being written by a guy who never had his science project turned in on time.

Let’s get serious.

Why is it that our children cannot read a bible in school, but they give them one in prison.  How come they took out “one nation under God” out of the pledge of allegiance, but are allowed to pass out free condoms in school.  Why do I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, before God and on the bible in court testimony, and inside the same building there are no displays of the ten commandments. If there truly is a “separation of church and state” (I believe there is not) then why is it that my polling place, is in a church?

Just thinking out loud again … Anyone want to take a shot at one of those, any of those?

I didn’t think so.

It is great to have good friends, who like they say in the bible are obligated to check on the old and the feeble minded.  One thing I do know for sure is this.  Nine times out of ten, when someone says to you, “I hope you don’t mind me saying this …. But ….” You will.  Criticism is a good healthy thing, and if it adds to the mix, then it is a bonus.  I just accept it (as best as I can) and tell them this.

When you happen across some of this drivel, my distinct temporary loss of sanity, take it with a grain of salt and move on. It is my opinion, that writers’ write because they like to write, some feel the need to write, others want to be writers, and few if any have a real problem with people who do not understand these concepts.

It is kind of like garbage. Sift thru it, grab what is good for you, what you like, what amuses you, and then throw the rest away. As I am not wanting to be long and boring, uninteresting or Republican. I will check out for now.

To those who occasionally call, and offer your sincere encouragement, thanks for the input. For all of you who check in on Monday’s to see what is new and then comment, again, thanks, we appreciate it.  If it doesn’t agree with you … if it reads well or doesn’t … let me know. Feedback is a good thing. That my friends, is Monday in a nut-shell, I am glad we got all that out of the way, now I can get back into the kitchen and stick my head back in the oven.

I really didn’t want to get up early anyway.