I didn't want to have just one post so here is this

Ok, I give up. I have come to the realization that I can not hold back Winter, at least not this year. While it is going to be 77 here today have determined that fall has fell ( a saying from my father in law) therefore winter is coming. How was this nugget of truth visited upon me? I was reading this morning and became very reflective. I find that is my winter mode.

Winter can only be useful if it is used as a time of study, self reflection or important life changing processes such as rebuilding a motorcycle. My daydreams in winter turn to transforming my dining room to a cherry wood and leather sanctuary for lots of books and creating a Garage Mahal for all my gearhead toys. Quite the renaissance man aren't I.

So again, what caused this switch to turn this morning? I am rereading Velvet Elvis (do you underline books or italicize, I think I got that question wrong on the test in HS about term papers, sorry Mr. Helton, Lenny and any other Engish teachers out there). Anywho, Mr. Bell says "Success doesn't fix anything" How accurate. How understandable. Yes I can read Matt 6:33 ( I hope that is correct, seek ye first... if not someone will tell me) and it pretty much says the same thing. But "success doesn't fix anything" hits me where I live. No matter how long I live, how much I achieve, how much I own, I still think just one more rung up the ladder and everything is gonna be alright (cue the music to that song).

So I am ok, at least for today, winter is here and I am going to use this winter to-well I don't know yet but its gonna be Awesome. Or not.

So

So, I have a young friend. To be specific, she is one of my daughters BFF's (shameless old guy trying to sound trendy therefore sounding hopelessly old which I find better than just being normal). Anyway, she has encouraged me (along with said daughter) to start a blog. " Who wants to hear what I've got to say" I have said to myself. Then another friend of mine said she would be my editor (I can't spell or follow basic grammar rules, result of daydreaming all through school-I think they call that ADD now). Still why would anybody want to read what I have to say.

Then!

An epiphany (awesome this has spell check, guess what the only thing I has mispelled so far? Grammar, that's funny !), back to the epiphany. I don't care if anybody likes this. Not that I don't care about people. It is just after reading above referenced friend's recent post I decided there was something on my list I had never accomplished. That is to write on a consistant basis. Not the great american novel, never had a desire for that. No, I love the little short (and have to be funny most of the time) essays from feature writers. My favorite is a guy named Peter Egan who rights for motorsports magazines. Also loved Dave Barry who I think become to rich to use a keyboard due to his popularity.

Also, stuff gets stuck in my brain. I mean stuck. You know like something between your teeth and you just can't concentrate until you get it out. Just drives you crazy, if you know what I mean. I have learned, through facebook, and something before that, old age setting in, what was it? ( I got bad grades in college for comma splices, can you tell) I want to call it Xango but I know that is that miracle drink that makes you taller and handsomer but then causes you to buy everything orange and thats not it. Anyway once I fully get it out of my head and send it into cyberspace I feel free! At least until something else gets stuck.

So, here I go.