The JackB

"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." Groucho Marx

What If It Is Love & Not Affection?

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The man looked at the mirror and asked his reflection to answer a question.

“What happens if it is love and not strong affection?

What are you going to do if you figure out that what thought had faded hadn’t burned out?

Are you going to keep it a secret and try to choke out the flame, dampen the embers so that you don’t face the hard questions.

Or are you going to tell her and see what she says? Are you going to give her a chance to participate?

What if she says no.

What if she says yes.”

The reflection didn’t provide any insight proving if nothing else this wasn’t a magic mirror or that if it was the genie behind the screen was bored, occupied or asleep.

“Damn you reflection and damn you woman. In the age of a worldwide pandemic I am forced to look at things differently and ask the questions you never really expect to ask.

No one really wonders or worries about what might happen if someone gets sick and dies because it doesn’t usually happen in anything but books, television and movies.”

Thanks Walt

He walked away from the mirror, shook his head, tied his shoes and walked outside.

Endless blue skies made it seem like the thunderstorms of the morning were part of a dream.

The weather felt perfect and the exercise helped clear his head and confirm he wasn’t imagining things or making shit up.

He thought about Whitman and thanked him for providing a reasonable but somewhat useless answer because what he wanted was a simple solution.

Except he wasn’t going to get that and though he knew it there was no denying interest in it.

Now he had to decide what the best path forward was and then follow it. Thing was he was pretty sure he knew what he would do and the more he thought about it the more he recognized it was what he always was going to do.

He sighed deeply, smiled and kept moving forward. Life was pretty fucking interesting, even if it and she were sometimes a pain-in-his-ass.

Harry Nilsson Doesn’t Care

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Harry Nilsson doesn’t care that I started this post while listening to what Apple Music calls his essentials and then moved to Gordon Lightfoot and not because he is dead.

Rather it is because I can’t imagine he ever would have stumbled across this place so he would never know about it.

But if he did find it I think he’d be more focused on my having included him in the headline and the post, that is better than not being included, even if you are featured on a smaller joint.

Lost In Her Loving

I’d argue it is far better to get lost in her loving than to never know what that is like.

Even if said love is removed and you feel like the sky has gone dark or the moon has chosen to hide you know something.

That is the sort of experience you never forget because if you get wrapped up in that warmth you have been through something life-changing.

I know a guy who told me he would give it all up because having loved and lost was too damn painful, but I told him he is a fool.

He told me I was the real fool and that you never get it back and I shook my head.

I know better.

Sometimes you get her back and you get another shot, sometimes you don’t.

The focal point ought to be how you learned you can fly and don’t have to settle for being earthbound.

It can present some painful moments when your wings have been clipped but the knowledge of what is possible or trying to discover what is possible is part of the scientific spirit.

There are no advances without a willingness to explore and to dig a little bit.

What Words Will You Use To Speak?

The same guy asked me what made me so certain.

I told him I had kissed a certain girl a thousand times and never tired of it.

“It always felt like we had the most intimate conversations without words, but we spoke.”

“How did you know?”

“I didn’t know in the ‘traditional’ sense, I knew in my gut. And even when we were apart I always felt like we could pick up and resume where we left or even take it to a deeper level because of life experience. If she agreed to let me pepper her pike, well I would absolutely think about it.”

“You’d think about it? Why not just do it?”

“Sometimes it is good for her to hear no. Let her remember it is a true partnership, if we let it be. There is a level of trust that makes the physical work in a different way. It is all based upon the communication because when we let do the depth is unmatched.”

“You make it sound like someone is holding back now.”

“Maybe one of us, maybe both of us or maybe none of us.”

“You are not going to tell me, are you?”

“Nope, that is our business and you aren’t part of ‘our’ are you.”

I laughed and he smiled.

“Well, you ought to tell her what you think about your business. She might be waiting for you to speak.”

“Yeah, she might or she might already know. Maybe she’d prefer not to hear about any of it or maybe she really is waiting.”

“Did anyone tell you that you are a pain-in-the-ass and that you refuse to answer questions.”

“No. Not one single person.  :D”

One Step Into The Unknown

Part of me very much wants to hide out in my castle and wait for the chaos and confusion to pass. Part of me wonders if we have really touched upon it or it is trapped inside Pandora’s box waiting to be set free.

Had a situation develop on the job side that has wreaked a bit of havoc. Had a call that can only be described as a brutal beating that left me incensed because it wasn’t my fault.

I think that is understood by the important people but it doesn’t make me feel good.

Nor does getting some assignments that I don’t understand well. If I am going to work on something I want to do a good job and this feels a little loosey-goosey to me.

So I am going to have to draw on a little reserve of courage and push on. That is all I can do.

How To Search For Posts

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Someone has been having a field day reading through quite a few of the posts here. Looks like they like tales of romance and this and that.

I wonder if they want me to teach them how to search for posts on the blog. Would they like the story of two souls or a burning love.

Would they want to know about wind and waves, I hear music or any number of others.

I wonder.

I could link to them or write one hell of an update and I just might.

I am not who I once was but even more myself and that provides a certain…oomph.

You can’t just take pieces of me and you might not handle all of me because I am a lot. But if you can manage it, well it is worth it.

Or so speaks the biased man.

Bits & Pieces

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In the midst of the pandemic bits and pieces of the past, present and future are floating through my skull.

Got lots of little issues with this blog and the posts within, stuff that doesn’t look right because of plugin and theme changes.

Need to go through and fix those cuz it irks me to see so many hiccups.

Been thinking about a post I wrote long ago called I Hear Music and maybe doing something with it again.

Yeah, I am going to, not sure when, but I have a few ideas.

Yes, You Do

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The answer to the question in the previous post is yes, you do. It is unquestionably yes and though there could be a long winded explanation tied to the answer and the question it won’t show up here.

Or at least, I won’t write about it now, if ever.

Got no time to do it and barely enough to write this one because something has come up but I’ll say I hear the bells ringing.

They are sounding off and I almost feel like I ought to go outside and look up at the sky because something tells me that north star is winking.

But that might or might not happen cuz I have to take care of some other stuff first.

Got this other feeling that I would elaborate upon in the same manner as once done within a Fort Worth apartment.

But that is all the time for this moment, maybe more shared here or elsewhere…maybe.