For Ruth

I was going to write something witty, thought provoking and specifically for my friend Ruth today. We texted and talked last night and she buttered my up with compliments aplenty about my writing.


1 Week Later …..I still haven’t written anything. NOW, in my defense I was sick last week and was off work Friday, slept all day Friday and Saturday while simultaneously burning through a fever, hacking up a lung and try to catch my running nose. What has kept from writing this week? Well you see….okay just kidding, I have just been lazyish. I mean the whole purpose was to be witty and thought provoking for Ruth. Frankly, that is more difficult than it sounds. I have to be in the mood to write, or at least have some great something or another I just have to get down on paper (okay, computer screen…picky much?).

Today is not one of those days. Last Thursday was going to be one of those days, but then sickness seemed to overtake any thought processes I had brewing.

Ya know what? Maybe I can use that whole sick excuse again. After all, I do have a cough left over from my illness. It’s a mean one too.

BUT, then there would be nothing witty or thought proving for Ruth.

Okay so here it goes… 2 men walk into a bar, one has duck…..fill in the rest of the joke.

Yeah I did it! I not only started a joke sure to be funny, I made it thought provoking by making the ending up to her imagination!

Wow she is right I am good. I just don’t know where I get this stuff. ;)

I'll stop crying when you stop crying!

Update 11/1/23: The Porch as been removed for some time and is no longer available. Its a shame as it was a comfort to many. 

Sometimes, there are people and places real or imagined that make you a better person. Maybe they help you see things differently, maybe they help keep loneliness at bay. Maybe they just are there to help you create or be involved in something outside of yourself.

I like the people that become friends and the places that feel like home.

The Porch is such a place for me. For anyone who reads this, the saga is over and moved on, but the stories are still there. Get yourself a cup of coffee or I am sure there are still some hidden whiskey bottles hidden under the porch….if you look hard you may find the fixin’s of critter soup.
I can’t be there for you, but take a look. You may learn a thing or two about people and maybe yourself. It may just be a good read, if nothing else read number 123. It’s something a good friend told me to never forget.


Bye Pard you will be missed.

Shmeeehhh. It is what is for now.

I haven’t been here in a bit and this place needs a good cleaning! Okay, well, since this is a blog and not a real place, perhaps I am talking figuratively. Ya know my head, noggin, upstairs…however you want to put it.
Sheesh!

I really don’t have a lot to show for this fortieth year. To date any way. I mean I really don’t. I am still in my “new job” as it hasn’t quite been a year. I bought a gym membership to a really awesome community center to which I still have yet to commune, my eating habit still involve cheese and an inordinate amount of Mexican food. Mayhap a beer or…..well whose counting.

Anyway, what do I have to say for myself? Zero, Zilch, Nada. We are talking bump on a pickle status here. What to do what to do? I think I have started over, reinvented, reaffirmed, made a pact, written down, started and not completed several hundred get up and go motivational turn arounds. Evidently, my boohonkus is much bigger than it looks because for some reason I have yet to be able to push this big thing in the right direction. And if any of you who say it is mind over matter, then you obviously haven’t seen it.

Okay it isn’t really just that. Big or little motivation comes from within or being offered lots of money to do something, I am sure both may work, but either way I have been “weighed, conquered and found wanting” (what movie is that from?).

Well in the meantime I am gonna start some good critter soup to take over to Mr. V’s place. Hope he likes it!