Marshall took this most excellent photo of Truman this week. We were watching “The Good Wife” but Truman doesn’t have an interest in Christine Baranski, as dynamically interesting as she may be. He’s more concerned with his next round of kibble, which accordingly to the clock on the wall in this photo, was 16 minutes later.
Truman enjoys his automatic feeder, even if it doesn’t give him enough kibble when it starts making rumbling noises.
Truman’s pose in this photo may be attributed to the scant bits of thunder and lightning we’ve been getting each evening (though there was one impressive storm early in the week). Usually he doesn’t care, but if the lightning is distracting from listening for the rumble of the kibble dispenser, then it’s important to stand up and take notice.
While I am not a religious person, I am very intrigued by the idea of rituals. It’s the structure of rituals I find most appealing; as I get older I find comfort in predictability. It helps the world make sense to me.
There’s a lot of chaos in the world, especially evident in social media and the offshoots of the behavior, with the pearl clutching, outrageous adjective use, and desire for clicks and clacks.
I had a revelation this morning. A good chunk of my participation in social media has to do with validation. It’s an exercise in trying get that next trophy. Good job, you’re funny, and all that. And I’m seeing that as wasted energy. There must be better uses for the energy expended into writing short blips of content on the social media sites; things like reading, learning, thinking, reflecting.
I don’t want social media to be part of my daily rituals any longer. At my age I suppose I should no longer need to seek validation, after all, I’ve made it this far and as I enjoy the better half of my life, I should just be content in being me. So many rely on social media for contact with others. That’s always been my excuse for maintaining a presence of Facebook. It’s a way to maintain contact with those that share a common interest, and more importantly, friends and family back east. We all know phone calls and letters and FaceTime and emails excel over social media. For many these methods seem outmoded and outdated. Well, maybe I’m outmoded and outdated.
I’m content with that.
I have always admired the ways of Vulcans in the Star Trek universe. Completely fictional, there are elements from Stoicism that inspired the writers that conceived and continue to expounded upon Vulcans. Is Stoicism for me? Not entirely, but it’s something to read and learn about. And energy once used for social media can easily be redirected to more important things, like reading. I still enjoy reading books, although I have been known to try to make the print larger in a hardcover book by spreading my fingers as if I was trying to zoom in on an iPad.
As I moved my daily rituals from frivolity to a more intentional existence, I can’t help think that I’ll feel more fulfillment in the long run. When my time has passed and folks talk about me I hope they say, “he really grew into his own, and he was very pleasant to be around”.
Perhaps that’s the greatest trophy to earn in life.
Actor Robert Gant turns 55 today. Best known for his role on the original “Queer As Folk”, Mr. Gant is holding up quite well as he reaches his eligibility for AARP.
Robert and I share the same birthday and for the last few years I’ve wished him a happy birthday on the social media and he’s responded in kind.
I really don’t know how I’ve reached 55 so quickly. I was struggling with the double digits earlier this week but I’m good with it now. The family took me out to dinner last night and we had some carrot cake and I opened a couple of very nice gifts.
My husband and I are going out on a date night tonight. I’m looking forward to the birthday celebration continuing through the weekend.
My focus on the number 55 evokes memories of high school when two very old teachers were photographed for the yearbook while exchanging cards proclaiming they were now eligible for 10% off their purchase on Tuesdays at the local Ames Department Store. They had grey hair but were full of smiles.
With my 55th birthday on the horizon, and 55 being a really big number in my head, I thinking of this moment to be milestone, a stepping stone, a launching point. (I couldn’t think of another stone).
Up until age 50 I did my best to hide my eccentric thoughts and my quirky ways. I’ve probably not been that great at it, but I’ve used a lot of energy trying to subdue my impulses and different ways of thinking. I’ve mentioned before that I’ve been told to thinking outside of the box, when I don’t even see a box, I haven’t found a box, and I’m probably not even in the same box as the box. “Look at the big picture” evokes the same response, what picture? What wall? Is it in a house?
As I turned 55 tomorrow (and it’s not official until the time I was born in the Eastern Time Zone back in 1968), I’ll be my more authentic self. That’s the way of 2023, right? Be your authentic self.
Monsoon season has arrived. Mother Nature is a little feisty tonight.
Here’s some of the show over the city of Tucson.
One of the things I love about the storms here in the desert is the spectacular lightning display. There’s a lot of cloud to ground lightning in these storms, something I haven’t seen nearly as much when chasing storms in Tornado Alley.
Earl, Marshall, and I went camping this weekend at a Men’s Retreat a couple of hours from here. We had a very relaxing time, made some new friends, and a good time was had by all.
Camping is a generous term; we actually stayed in the ranch lodge in a comfortable room. Camping facilities are available. Tents, RVs, and sheds converted to sleeping quarters, all outfitted with air conditioning, are scattered about the property. There were about 40 men in attendance this weekend.
We look forward to going back when the temperature is a little more moderate.
Truman enjoys standing on the back stairs, just out of reach of his canine friends Lucky and Jinx. When we hear a scurry and the dogs go running down the back hallway, we know Truman has made an appearance and a graceful leap, calling “safe” but standing on one of the lower stairs, staring at his friends.
There are times when everyone can enjoy a social experience, and that often involves Truman standing at one of the kitchen doors, enjoying the wonders of flight from his bird friends on the other side of his natural television glass.
Meta (the company that owns Facebook and Instagram) released a Twitter clone called Threads. Based on your Instagram account, Threads is another social media platform design to bring people closer together through a “global town square” type conversation experience.
Meta also really wants your data. Take a look at the screen shot above at all the data points their app is monitoring on your phone.
While I really want to see Twitter fail under Elon Musk’s leadership, as he’s done everything he can to make it a creep cesspool of awfulness, there are better options out there. Meta’s Threads is cool and millions and millions of people are already using it. People are looking for an alternative to Twitter.
Just a guy with a husband. We’ve been together 28 years and he still makes me see fireworks on a daily basis. Hiker. Storm Chaser. Private Pilot. Tech Guy. Hackerish.
