Thoughts On Beauty

I have always loved women. Love the fact that they are a major part of our lives, love the fact that they are for the most part beautiful and fair, love the fact that they are feminine! Hey! They get to wear the fancy underwear!

This weekend has brought me the joy of having my daughter-in-law, Sara, spend the weekend in the lovely loft I call my own.

Sara is both beautiful and fair, and a joy to have around. Quite simply, I adore this girl. It is not unusual to feel this way - but for those that do not know me, they would find it strange to hear me express this view.

I love my kids, I really do. Nathan has married a woman that he feels will help him make it through his life. Rich has a girl that is pretty, in a coltish sort of way. Her idea of beauty is breast enhancement, and having her mother bear her children...

But Nick, my favorite, is the proud one to have in his life a woman that is not only beautiful and fair, but also repectful, courteous, willing to help, and a joy to be around.

I adore Sara. It is not a sexual thing. Shit, at my age, how could it be? She is all of 24, and the old Coon is 62. But when Sara comes into my space, gives me a hug and a kiss, and tells me she loves me, I have to think that there is beauty and fairness in this world...

Drive on...

Charlie~

For The Record

I'm gonna die soon. My heart tells me that. I have no fear. As a Buddhist, I know that there is life after life after life. We odd folk who preach "peace, love, dove" are stronger than anyone could believe possible. We live the good life, separated from the problems of society, and cloistered in knowing that we shall continue on. Any one of you who have ever witnessed the look of serenity on the face of HH, the Dali Lama, know what I am talking about.

Theravadean's believe that we never break the cycle of samsara. I for one, and as a Mahayanist, do not believe that their fear of reincarnation is founded in reason. They do not call it The Lesser Vehicle for nothing.

So. The old Coon is happy. Happy in the fact I have made my mark upon the world. I have had my 15 minutes of fame. I have lived a good life. I am supremely happy, and confident in a higher rebirth. What else is there?

Drive on...

Charlie~

The Book of Days

I am trying to settle into the rhythm of days. Ritual and routine are very important to me - they keep me sane...

In an everchanging environment, living with the woman of my dreams, this is not always possible. Now I live in a loft in a 110 year old building. It is elegant, historical, and very suited to an old man set in his way.

Yet less than a month ago, I lived in an idyllic country setting, with deer in the back yard, Canadian geese in the spring, and a sky full of Greater Sandhill cranes.

I went from living at Finch Hill, where the livin' was easy, to the faster pace life of town living. Will it ever end? Prolly when they plant me...

Drive on,

Charlie~

Everything Is Relative

I had a Skype conversation with a compatriot from the Rich Jerks Alliace tonight. Wayne, like so many others, is struggling to make a nickel, make a dime on the web.

I think people are a bit confused about hard work. Everyone wishes to automate, make it easy, blah, blah, blah. I am an old Coot, and proud of my work ethic. Daddy taught me that I get nothin' from this world without earning it.

And it is why at my age I work 12-14 hours a day. Folks, it ain't work - it is a ton of fun! I love what I am doing, and have a good time at it. I have made good friends, earned a bit of money, and have something to occupy my retired old mind. if I make a decent living in the process, then that's kewl...

Drive on...

Charlie~

What's The Point?

I sat here this AM, in the catbird's seat, watching the poor corporate slaves stumbling like automan's off to their 9-to-5's, and considered my circumstances.

I am fortunate to have a lady that understands, nurtures, and puts up with me, and to my way of thinking, it gets no better than that.

Rosie and I have been together for 10 years now, and man! What a ride! Here is this upper-middle-class school teacher and this crusty old biker, living the life and loving every minute of it.

Has it been easy? Hell, no! She can be impossible at times, is strong willed, and can drive an old coot like me to drink. But we share a love that is only read about in the proverbial books, and I for one am a happy man.

Drive on...

C~

Sitting In The Catbird Seat

Face it - I love blogs. I love blogging. and I love "sitting in the catbird seat."

Since my darlin' and I have made our move to our brick & mortar, I have the distinct advantage of having my office overlook a parking lot. Now, during my work day, I can watch the dumpster divers and the homeless shuffle up and down the alley. There is a homeless shelter named SIREN on the corner- for battered women, mostly, and I see all kinds...

This will hopefully be the last move I shall ever make. I am living now in a quaint apartment with fancy woodwork, a REAL skylight over my shower, and the ghosts of many Christmas' past. I must be frank in saying I love it here...

The blog is put up for an old man's rants. I need something online except biz sites. And I love to write.

Stay tuned...

Peace,

Charlie~