Reminiscing About The Subways

I was thinking about all the times I rode the subways in New York. Now, when I really depended on the 'trains' to get me around town, and also to my job, I wasn't too fond of using them for all of my transporting. I didn't drive at the time, (twenty years ago), so the subways were THE mode of transportation for me.

Now, since I relocated, and no longer have subways available, I discovered that I miss the rides.
When I went shopping, and didn't buy such a load of goods, I would get the train and leave the driving to the conductor. Sometimes I would listen to music or read during the trip.

If I was tired from a hectic day at the Bank where I worked, I could even take a short snooze on the way to or from work. Of course, I risked missing my destination if I slept, but that was the chance I took. The lull of the ride, the train rocking back and forth, It was definitely siesta-time!

Sometimes, I really do miss riding those subways!

Where's Justice?

Where's justice when some are born in such poverty, while others have so much, that they can swim in wealth. Some seem to have been born to the wrong parents, who decides to either sell them, put them out for adoption, abandon their babies,or their lives are so screwed up until it's impossible for them to care for their children.

The wealthy ones doesn't have a clue as to how the poor and forgotten folks survive on a daily basis. It has been noted in The Scriptures that the poor shall reside here always. Where is the justice in that? I would, for just a year, like to experience my life with money; never having to worry over bills being paid, kids possibly going hungry, etc.

If only prosperity could be experienced by every person, in all walks of life. What joys to behold!
No wishing for extra clothing or food, being able to assist others at any time my help is needed.
Justice would be right up there in the forefront doing what she does best; upholding the forgotten and the undertrodden.
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Grilling Out!

There's something so special about grilling outdoors. The food has such a significence to it. Usually the meat and vegetables have been prepped and marinated in advance. When the charcoal get to be just so, then the grilling starts. Some turning at intervals, and mopping with a special sauce or marinade to keep the food from drying out, will help to keep the flavors sealed in.

I like to eat fresh grilled baby-back ribs, chicken quarter parts, burgers, good beef sausage, etc.
Lamb chops, steaks, goat meat, even seafood, are all delicious when they're cooked just right and seasoned and grilled to perfection. Keep the charcoal at a good, even temperature. Never cook when the charcoal is blazing too high.

Vegetables, such as onions, corn, red, yellow, green, and the orange- colored peppers, squash, eggplant, tomatoes, zuchinni, etc, all taste wonderful when they are cut in large chunks, or left whole, marinated, or seasoned really well and cooked slightly. Do not overcook the vegetables.
You just want that grilled, outdoorsy taste. When the food comes off the grill, sit back and enjoy!

Ah, Ah, It's Spring!!

When I can look about in any given direction, and see greenery of the of the brightest kind, beautiful and radiant blossoms in all colors and hues, well, then, I know for sure it's springtime!
Everything is just totally lovely to behold.

Yesterday, I worked in our garden and the sky was so blue and clear; the sun was warm but, not too. It felt wonderful pulling the soil around and weeding out unwanted growth. All in all, a superb day to be alive. I simply adore the spring season!

The pollen has cleared considerably; it is now in a manageable state. The last rain washed tons of it away. We are back to a normal and awesome spring time. I realize that pollen plays a vital role in the nature of the blossoming flowers and beautiful trees, etc, but, I can't compute it in its rightful order. The Creator of the Universe knows where the pollen fits in. I'm sure the springtime wouldn't be the same without it (pollen).

Pollen! It's Everywhere!

There's pollen on our cars, on the porch, on my shoes; well, you get the picture. Pollen is everywhere! We're waiting for a good ole' downpour to help us wash this 'yellow pest' away.
Every year the amount of pollen increases because the trees that produce the stuff continues to grow. Twenty years ago when we relocated to our present dwelling, all of the trees, especially the pines, were only a few feet tall. I remember only a light dusting of pollen during those years.

Today, almost twenty years later, these same trees are almost immeasurable. The buds that produce the pollen are huge. I love springtime, but the pollen and I are constantly in conflict. I am always trying to avoid it because of severe headaches, facial breakouts, itchy skin, red and runny eyes and noses, etc.

I don a mask and hat when I go outside to do a 'pollen' cleanup. This is performed every other day. I decided that it would be useless to try and clean up pollen every day. Each time I start
cleaning, the pollen seems to have multiplied. Oh well! Pollen is one of many natural occurences that we have absolutely no control over. This too, will pass. Nothing lasts forever. I look forward to some springtime without pollen. It can happen, you know.

Bumpy Clouds

I was bumping along on a cloud, feeling so relaxed. I felt radiant and beautiful throughout. I did not have to think of anything at all. I merely concentrated on becoming one with my surroundings. There was beauty emanating from every direction; as far as my eyes could see.

As I floated along, I began to slowly pass by some familiar scenes and faces. I saw my old childhood homeplace. I envisioned myself as a little girl playing in that very yard with my sisters and brothers. We were quite a rough and tumble bunch. We fought each other as much as we loved and adored each other. The arguing and fighting seemed to have kept us real close.

I also passed by all of the pets we had as children. There was old Snowball, Blackie, Shaggy, and Sputnik's One and Two. Our favorite parakeets were named Peppy, Lolly and Molly, and Penny-Poo, etc. Not to mention Rhoda, our large horse, and Elsa, our pet cow, with her baby calf,
Beauregard. We had a knack for spoiling all of our animals.

Why was I bumping along on a cloud? Poof! Poof! Poof! It was ONLY A DREAM!!

"Get Lost!" Versus "Feeling Lost"

The verbal order, "Get Lost!" connotates negativity in that it really means for one to literally disappear, or simply get out of the speaker's sight. Whether it is meant for a prolonged period of time or if it means only for a short time, it sometimes can be very hurtful.

"Feeling Lost" is a personal dilemma that one has to deal with on one's own. You can be a part of a large crowd of people, and still experience that 'lost' feeling. Sometimes we're not around people that hold our own interests at heart. So we sort of crawl into our self-made shell and shut ourselves away mentally from our surroundings.

We can also use the term "Get Lost" as a command for ourselves to just get away from everything familiar. Get lost in a different environment, with strange people, or do some trail hiking in an unfamiliar state or country. There are many aspects of 'Getting Lost.' Some can have exciting consequences. Work your mind to your advantage.