Muddled and Befuddled

I haven’t written for this blog in months. I really haven’t done much these last few months but visit doctors and ER rooms. Mostly I’ve dealt with medical problems. Some of them have finally been diagnosed, but we are still testing for others. Most of the time I’ve just felt muddled and befuddled.

Since I am starting to feel a little better, I thought I would try to start writing regularly again. I have lots to write about the last few months. I discovered Beaufort, SC, which is now one of my top five favorite cities. I bought a new car. I’ve been treated by some great heath care professionals and some not so great. I think I figured out why junkies shoot heroin. I got a new camera, and I am thinking of starting another blog to discuss it.

I used the new camera to take this photo. It is a picture of Coco, our twenty year old mixed Tabby and Siamese. It is an accidental shot. Coco shook her head precisely when I released the shutter. The shot captured the blurred motion as she shook her head. Pretty cool.

Grateful for Today

The accompanying image is a photograph of the eternal flame that marks the grave site of the late president John F. Kennedy. John Kennedy was the thirty-fifth president of the United States. He was assassinated in Dallas, Texas on November 22, 1963.

That date is so engrained in the psyche of Americans of my generation that most of us remember exactly where we were and what we were doing when we heard that John Kennedy had been shot.

After a nationally televised state funeral and procession, President Kennedy was buried in Arlington National Cemetery, on the bank of the Potomac River in Arlington, Virginia.

This article isn’t about John Kennedy, though. It is simply about gratitude. John Kennedy said this, As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. I decided yesterday that from now on I would be grateful for every new day I’m given in this life. My challenge now is to live up to Kennedy’s words and live each day as if I am.

I challenge you to do the same.

Photo courtesy Wikimedia Commons

Bad Fiction – Part 1

John my so called friend told me I couldn’t write a story. I told him he was a lie. This is how it went.

“You can’t write a story. What makes you think you can?”

“I bet I can. Why shouldn’t I?”

“You ever wrote a story? I mean a real story?”

“Well no…”

“See, I told you, you can’t do it.”

“Well, I can. You ever heard of Hemingway?”

“Yeah, he’s the guy who lived in Key West, didn’t he?”

“Well, yeah, theres that, but he wrote a book, too. A coupla books.”

“But you don’t live in Key West. Nobody from here ever wrote a book, not even a story.”

“But I know how to fish, and he wrote a book about a man and a boat and a fish.”

“What kinda fish?”

“I don’t know, a fish.”

“Well, didn’t the book say what kinda fish?”

“I don’t know, I saw it on TV.”

“See, you can’t write a story, you ain’t in Key West.”

“Well, I’ll move then dammit. Then write a story.”

“Go ahead!”

“I will!”