Month: December 2019

This is my very first phone post. Yay. Let’s see… I was using my gas rototiller to try and make a diagonal path up the side of my mountain in back. Learning how to become a brain surgeon would have been easier. Now I’m not saying brain surgery is easy… I’ve watched many tv show doctors perform various operations which almost makes me an expert!

But back to my semi failed experiment – I wish my dogs could learn to dig on command. Speaking of dogs, my neighbor may give me one of their pups from a recent litter. It’s about 2 months old and adorable. I have a name picked out and everything! Will know in a couple of days.

The weekend is upon us. Or just me. I have been calling my neighbor to help load the old fridge on my truck to bring to the Salvation Army. You would think with “army” in the name they would be able to send someone over to pick it up. But no. Not to be. To be not is the answer. The old fridge works great! But the new one? Can you say FABULOUS? I can. Loving the new fridge.

I donate for tax writeoffs and sometimes because I believe another person could get some use out of my orphans. We have become the title of this post, although my thoughts have recently turned to selling instead. And why not? Lets take the following example:

Fridge over 19 years old. With water and ice dispencer in door. Original cost $750.

Donated: $100 dollar writeoff. For a tax reduction of maybe $25 dollars.

Selling: $50 dollars to private party. An increase of $50 in my pocket!

Giving away: This is the best option. You know it’s going to get used. Plus they can haul it away. Donating big items as I have discovered requires bringing the items to the donation center.

By donating, I also clear out the cobwebs of my accumulated junk from my garage and house. Where did all this stuff come from? And why? I don’t have the answers but I have a sure fire solution for some items.

Donate.

Somehow today I started thinking about the meaning of life. Yep. Would I even want the answer if that was even possible? It’s a scary question to ask. At least for me it is. And I’m not even going into the existence of any all powerful beings such as god etc. Although my neighbor could. She’s well versed in those subjects and I defer to her on that. So, what is my purpose for living? Is my life meaningless? Well, a few quotes from those that pondered before me…

“Plato says that the unexamined life is not worth living. But what if the examined life turns out to be a clunker as well?”
― Kurt Vonnegut   

“The secret to life is meaningless unless you discover it yourself.”
― W. Somerset Maugham

“The Ultimate Answer to Life, The Universe and Everything is…42!”
― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

After reading the above quotes I am 0.000000000000000001 closer to understanding. A favorite one is:

‘And so the meaning of life, of our life, is that which we choose to give it.’

and…

‘It might become clear at some point, but until then — the Meaning of Life is… are you ready?

A matter of opinion.
It’s for each person to define.’

No matter what you believe, or what you decide life is, you have to make it happen. In other words, do it. But do you get meaning from what you do OR how you feel?

I like watching Christmas movies. Mostly because they’re corny and fun. At least the good ones are. I’m a sap for them. Especially when the endings are so ridiculously perfect and happy I start crying tears of joy. Plus with which, (smile) they increase your immune system! Yep. True. I watched a silly one this evening about a man who put a Christmas tree on his roof every year. The town building dept made him remove it as he was violating a city code. Each year he said no and each year he was thrown in jail on Christmas eve. Spoiler alert! His wife left him almost 20 years earlier along with taking their son. He told his son to look for the Christmas tree on a roof to find the way back to his father someday.

Of course at the very end the tree is taken down and somehow the good people get the tree back on the roof, just in time as the son, now grown, is driving through the small country town. To me it’s like a giant big hug! I love it.

Does that make me a sap? You betcha. Emotional? You know it! So until the next movie, the meaning of life to you is?

So, here I am again. Making up stuff for fun. Well, not for fun. More because it’s cold outside. And it’s my second post. The third one will be coming very soon.

UPDATE: I am patiently waiting. For something. Anything. A sign? A miracle? Maybe a notice from an alphabet agency telling me they need my kitchen remodelling money again? Perhaps I am waiting for some inspiration to write some tunes or at least work on the ones that need finishing. Really, I think I’m waiting for my vision or purpose in life to majestically appear or finally be realized. Until then, my purpose is being fulfilled by making a healthy smoothie.