Alternative What?

l was in a store the other day. The kind that has a pharmacy in the back. A woman was dealing with a teenaged girl. She said, “It will only be five minutes.”

Teenaged girl: “I don’t wanna stand around un wait 5 minutes.”

I was thinking what an impoverished inner life the girl must have that she cannot entertain herself for five minutes. I could spend five minutes browsing any aisle in any store just to see something I had not noticed before. How poor the imagination of someone who cannot spend five to twenty minutes perusing a thought they had not had time to finish in the past.

What I said, with a chuckle, to my own (adult) grand-daughter, who was with me was, “If that were one of mine I’d make her stand in a corner for twenty minutes.  Next time five minutes would seem like nothing.”

My granddaughter laughed.

The woman must have heard me because she asked, “How would I make her do that?”

Teenaged girl: “Make me do what?”

The woman: “Make you stand in a corner for twenty minutes.”

Teenaged girl: “Nobody is gonna make me stand anywhere. Just try it.”

The woman shrugged and we moved on.

My grand-daughter said, “She’s right. My kid just started kindergarten and he knows I can’t make him stand in the corner or do anything else he doesn’t want to do.”

So I spent the next twenty minutes mulling over the question, “If there is no alternative punishment to the “alternative” punishment — Is there any punishment?”

I’m glad I’m not raising children any more.

If any of mine act up and refuse alternative punishment they can go home.


No more 7 Days a Week.

So I am back.

I will start blogging again.

Right now my thoughts are simple.

How nice to have a weekend to sit under a tree and day-dream.

I can relax and think about what I am going to blog about next weekend.

In the mean time, take some time out to relax. To dream. To day-dream.

Keeping your feet firmly planted on the ground all the time may get the dishes done, the car polished, the lesson learned, and the grass raked (Yes, it is that time of year) but it will never make you an Einstein.

There was a man who knew how to Day-Dream.



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Seven Days a Week

When you work seven days a week the days blend together. What day is it today? Does it matter? Why would it matter? You aren’t doing anything different today than you did yesterday and you aren’t going to do anything different tomorrow than you are doing today.

Last year about half way through our seven-day a week stint a woman in the break area told us, “The next person who tells me ‘Thank God it’s Friday’ I am going to deck them.”

Even though you work seven days a week, things still need to be done. Like shopping, weed eating…

Well it is the middle of summer so weed eating and watering have to be done twice as much.

Putting things off till the weekend just doesn’t work any more.

So you come home from work with the choices in front of you. Take a nap. Take a shower. Do chores.

If you find yourself waking up early, which sometimes happens, well, hell, might as well do a quick blog.

Have a good day, have a good week, have a good summer, what ever day it is.



Homeless and Jobless / Is that Hopeless or Fearless?

Found this blog here: Gotta Find a Home | The plight of the homeless

The guy who writes it is doing something important, though there is no way to tell how much effect he will have, or how beneficial it will be if he does.

One thing that is obvious from his blog is that he, himself, has never been homeless either by accident or design.

Unlike so many people in his position he has either lost his fear of homeless people or never had any. Very commendable. He is now presenting a blog presenting his understanding of homeless people, and their plight as he sees and understands it. He gets this view largely from those homeless people he has befriended and spoken with.

This is good. And his view is correct — For the people he is talking too.

There is one VERY important distinction to make when discussing “Homeless” and / or “Jobless” people.

There are many types of homeless.

Here I am going to first divide them into two broad types.

Those who have fallen on hard times, been dropped unwilling into an alien world — Usually with no one around to help them find their way. They are alone, afraid, without the skills or knowledge needed to get them by, and without friends to rely on. To make their situation worse they face open hostility from people who see their situation as a possibility that they hate and they fear — Who do they take that hate and fear out on? The poor homeless person who represents it. This is the type dcardiff has had most of his dealings with.

I sincerely hope he can find ways to help them without doing injury to the second type.

l have been homeless. Like many others I chose that life and exhilarated in it. I’ve known a few who fell into the life by accident, found people who mentored them, and they grew to love the life as well. I was 12 when I decided I was not interested in the standard American lifestyle or a standard education. I was almost 30 before I stayed in one place and worked the same jobs year after year.

People try to tell me there are more homeless people today than there were in the 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s.

They are wrong.

What is different is that homeless people had more options.

Riding the rails was dangerous, and one of the biggest dangers was the bulls who would happily beat you to a pulp and throw you off as far from civilization as you could get. I am told the movie, “Emperor of the North” was pure fiction and it never happened like that — But if you want to know what it felt like to be riding the rails and have a bull after you — Watch the movie.

But now — For your own safety of course — Riding the rails is a felony.

You might as well make being a Hobo itself a crime. Even after I had a home, a steady job, and a family, I would get off work on Friday, hop the train and visit friends and relatives for a weekend. Then ride the train back in time to get to work on time. There are still Bo’s out there and they want no other life. Check this link to Britt, Iowa.

Another option for an honest Homeless person, taught to me by a Hobo for Life, is the art of bartering work for whatever I needed from store, boutique, restaurant, and any other privately owned place that had what I needed for sale.

BUT there are very few privately owned stores and restaurants any more.

You can’t barter with a fast food chain. But then it gets worse. Depending on the state they are not only legally forbidden to give a homeless person food — they can’t even leave it in an open garbage container — Because the homeless person might get sick from eating stale food.

Circuses and carnivals used to be places to gather quick coin and travel without having to marry the job. You could join up and drop out as you wanted to. But there don’t seem to be as many carnivals as there once was. Laws seriously impacted them. The Fat Lady isn’t allowed to be there any more, even though she made more money and lived a better life than the people who outlawed here. I’ve been told a circus isn’t a circus without an elephant — And I’m not sure if people want circuses without the “feeling of danger” they get from seeing big cats do tricks.

Fruit tramp was always a good option. Working piece work you had the option of working your butt off to get a few dollars more, or doing like I did: Earn what you needed, then take a nap. If you are homeless, and have a good sleeping bag, your expenses are low. A couple of days work a week is all you need.


Laws are changing farm labor.

These laws are being made by people who judge piecework by their own standard. Most of them can’t conceive of people who will earn just what they need for the next day or two and then lay down under a tree and take a nap. They think all farm workers will forego rest breaks in order to earn a few cents more. And there are some who do. They are trying to turn farm work into 9 – 5  office work.

What are my points here, if any?

Homeless people need options. Not restrictions.

Those who want a homebound life full of obligations and restrictions need options that will fulfill their desire.

Those who, like my Bo friend whose only desire in life was a bridge to sleep under, a bite to eat, and a cup of coffee to get the day started right, should have the options to live that way.

Right now I have a wife, a home, and a family. But that might not always be true. The prospect of being homeless doesn’t bother me. What worries me is the social attitude, that I see as near pathological, that makes people want to make laws that prevents homeless people from joining society on the one hand while making it almost impossible to survive, let alone enjoy, the freedom from shackles the homeless lifestyle provides you on the other hand.

Well, dcardiff keep up the good work.

And always encourage those people who want to help the homeless to be sure they are doing things FOR them and not TO them.

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Dare to do it awful!e

Mister G Kids @ 1 – Artists | Mister G Kids

This guy says a lot in his little toon.

When I was a kid I spent way too much time thinking people sounded intelligent when I should have spent more time thinking they were idiots.

One of the things that made sense to me until I really started thinking about it was the sentiment espoused by several people:

“When you do something you should do it well or don’t do it at all.”

“Anything I do I make sure I do it right.”

“If it is not worth doing right it is not worth doing at all.” “Always give it your best.”

It wasn’t until I discovered I wanted to do something that I enjoyed doing that I realized that kind of sentiment is retarded.

You see I realized there are a lot of things I enjoy that I would never have the time or the resources to be good at. A few things, like math, I simply wasn’t smart enough to become good at. Other things, like philosophy, I would never be able to afford the education to find out if I were smart enough.

It really struck me when I heard a couple of golfers discussing one of their club members. “He’s just a duffer. That is all he ever will be. He doesn’t put enough into it to get even half way good.”

Well, wait a minute. Whose talking? These aren’t pro golfers themselves. Sure, maybe they get in decent games, but compared to the top pros, what are they?


We’re just kids.

We should all do what we enjoy doing first and the quality will take care of itself.



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Stencils and airbrush!

“I create custom works of art using a rather unique style. I hand cut stencils and use Spray Paint to make my work. Yes everything you see is spray paint on canvas!

I work in Business or Residential spaces and have done many pieces all over the globe.”

So says Ray Ferrer – Emotion on Canvas | ** OFFICIAL Site of Artist Ray Ferrer **

I love doing art and my wife is an artist. She paints in oils. She is also a ceramicist and works in glass — But that has nothing to do with this blog.

I paint in acrylics and have done some air brush art in the past. Sometimes I mix and match.

The sentiment I bump across every so often is that if the artist uses stencils they are not producing true art — Even though the artist created the stencils themselves.

Let me put that to rest. Especially for all of those snobs who look down on any work of art that is not their own.

Art is not the materials used. Oil, crayon, and bits of found cloth are all equal.

Art is not the method used to compose it. Methodology creates a genre, nothing more. Oil painting and Origami are different genres. And some of us mix both our mediums and our genres.

Art is the result.

Either you appreciate that result or you do not.

Not every sunset, nor every sunrise, is beautiful to every beholder.

A sunrise that portends a dry hot day is viewed differently on a beach or a mountain lake than it is in the middle of a parched desert.



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Family is great!

So my little rat rod that gets me to work and back is in the hospital. It will take a week to get the part to fix it. Fortunately it doesn’t cost a fortune.

The grandsons are fixing a car for their  sister and cousin that I’m told will be sold to their aunt, another daughter.

In the mean time I get to drive it to work.

Family is wonderful.

Life is good.

Enjoy it and live it like you mean it!

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