Ramblings #001

August 6, 2015

This is being typed on an iPhone. Ugh!

What has happened is that the powers-that-be where I work have got a bug or two up their collective asses and gone on a “punish any employee browsing the Internet” witch hunt. So yours truly is staying off the web for a while.

Good Lord – trying to type using this cellphone is a royal pain in the arse! Now that I have an extra exclamation point, how do I get rid of the damned thing?

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Letter to Angel, 02/August/2015

August 3, 2015

Dearest Angel   –

Tonight Dodong fell and banged his head on the hard tile in the hallway, again.

What happened is that Grump was distracted while talking to his parents on the phone, and didn’t realize that Dodong was in the living room with him.  So when he opened the gate to walk into the hallway, he left the gate open.  Dodong followed him, tripped, and fell.

We don’t think Dodong was seriously hurt, just shaken up, but we are concerned for him.  He bangs his head so often that we are worried about the cumulative effects.

Sweetie has decided that, one way or another, the tile in the hallway has to go.  She wants to replace it with wood, and wants Grump to begin getting estimates for the work, but he is concerned about where the money for this latest project is going to come from.

Angel, will you please help us watch over your brother, and alert us somehow should he wander into the hallway again?

Thank you Angel!  And please be assured that you live forever in our hearts and minds.

 

 

 

Letter to Angel, 07/June/2015

June 7, 2015

Dearest Angel   –

As you know, Old Grump was extremely tired yesterday, and while driving back from Atlanta he “zoned out” for a fraction of a second, and drifted into the other land on I-75.

Fortunately we did not collide with another vehicle!  Grump was able to recover quickly, and after that scare drove us all safely home.  (I guess he got a jolt of adrenaline in his system, which kept him awake!)

I’d like to think that it was with your help, Angel, that we all stayed safe.  I hope and pray that you continue watching over us, particularly Kuya and Dodong, for as you know, boys seem drawn to trouble.  And I hope and pray that somehow you are able to experience the joys of living through our daily adventures.

As long as one of us still draws breath, Angel, you will not be forgotten.

 

 

Letter to Angel, 22/Apr/2015

April 23, 2015

Dearest Angel   –

It’s your day again, the anniversary of the day you ascended to heaven.

As is our custom, we got you a balloon.  (That’s Grump’s hand to the left, by the way.)

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Here are Kuya, Lola, Sweetie, and Dodong, prior to Kuya letting your balloon fly free:

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Kuya eventually let go, and your balloon soared away!

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We love you Angel!

 

 

 

Letter to Angel, 09/Apr/2015

April 10, 2015

Dearest Angel   –

Am I a good person?

I usually think I am basically a good guy, but sometimes, (like today), I just don’t know.  At the moment I kinda feel like a jerk.  It’s not necessarily any one thing I did recently, but maybe the stress of lots of emergencies at work, combined with the incessant demands of a wife and two kids, is making me more selfish than usual.

Raising two young children is a lot of work.  On really bad days I tell my wife I’m going to run away, to “go to Mexico!”.  Of course she just laughs, and says she may go there first!

And my attempts to “make money online” don’t have me feeling too good about myself either.  Why does so much internet marketing seem to be borderline sleazy?  Why are so many online money making schemes just pure rip-offs?  Why are people such jerks?

Wanna know something weird?  When I feel like this, when I don’t feel good about myself, or others, and see the world as a place filled with nothing but the blatant pursuit of self-interest, then I am terrified about dying.  Yet on those days when I feel happy, content with my family and my life, while I certainly don’t want to die, it doesn’t bother me as much.

Isn’t that weird?  When I love life the most, that is when I am best able to cope with losing it.  How odd!

On some of my other blogs I have Adsense running, and affiliate links buried here and there in my posts.  I wonder: should I keep pimping for pennies, groveling for a fraction of a cent here and there in the hopes that someday I too become an internet phenomenon, and have wads of cash falling from the clouds of the internet into my bank account.  And what would I do with all this money?

If I were rich, would I be a better person?

 

 

 

 

Come and Go Love

March 7, 2015

I recently stumbled across this wonderful, bittersweet post which beautifully described the effects of loving another who has a fickle heart:  http://planetarybargains.com/Blog/the-fish-in-the-sea/funny .

Now before you read THIS POST any further, please go read it!  Once again, here is the link: http://planetarybargains.com/Blog/the-fish-in-the-sea/funny .

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Did you read it yet?  No?  GRR!!!  Page up and click the link!

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Okay, if you’re here, I’m gonna assume you’ve read the post.  (Or you’re a cheater, in which case, phooey on you!)

Have you ever read such a perfect description of a realtionship with a fickle hearted cat?  At first were you, like me, assuming in horror that “she” referred to a human?

What’s even more amazing is I found the link to this post on the Warrior Forum, of all places!

Letter to Angel, 17/Feb/2015

February 18, 2015

Dearest Angel  –

Yesterday, February 16th, 2015, your Lolo died.  He was a good man, and he will be missed.

Kuya got to meet him when he was an infant, but he doesn’t remember that.  Dodong has spent his entire short life on the opposite side of the planet from where Lolo lived.

No one ever got to meet you, Angel, as a living person, and in turn you never met any other member of the family.  You exist in timelessness now; I can’t even conceive of what an existence like that consists of.  The rest of us are living as mortal beings here on earth, where everything we do, everything we perceive and ponder about even, is trapped within an inexorable movement of time.  Without this temporal sequence, I can’t even think!  (Odd that “temporal”, in addition to relating to time, can also mean something like “nonspiritual”, huh?)

Lolo didn’t really speak English, but as a spiritual entity now he has no use of language anymore.  What is a “spiritual entity” anyway.  Do you and Lolo exist as discrete beings, or have you merged into a larger one?  Is “being” something that doesn’t apply to a realm of timelessness and lack of mass?

So I guess to ask if you two have met is a meaningless question?  Does it make sense, Angel, to address you specifically, or should my questions just go out to the universe as a whole?

This life on earth is filled with mystery and uncertainty, but one thing is certain: we miss you, Angel!

 

 

 

Letter to Angel, 14/Feb/2015

February 15, 2015

DSCN0336Dearest Angel  –

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Attached is a picture of the balloon we sent to you.  (That’s Lola in the background.)  Grump was sleepy this morning, so he hosed up the year.

Dodong and Kuya also got Valentine’s Day balloons, and played with yours a bit before we sent it up to you.

Kuya keeps asking when you are going to come back down to earth to meet him.  We have to explain that we won’t meet until we are all reunited as a family in heaven.  Leaving earth is a one-way trip!

We hope you’re doing well, little Angel, and we thank you for continuing to watch over us.

We love you Angel!

 

Letter to Angel, 01/Feb/2015

February 1, 2015

Dearest Angel  –

As you know, Dodong is feeling much better than he was yesterday afternoon.  What a blessing that is!

Not being constrained by time or space, you may not understand all the infirmaries we earth-bound folks suffer through.  If it’s not a cough, or a head-ache, or a sore throat, then it’s an aching knee, just to give a quick list of some of the more minor afflictions we must bear.  But not too sound too negative; there are benefits to being corporeal.

For example, that wonderful dinner we had last night at The French Market and Tavern.  While you were there to enjoy it with us in spirit, I wish somehow you could taste, smell, and see all the wonderful sensations we got from that place!  Could you feel the pleasure and joy we got from the supposedly simple act of eating?

Despite all its troubles, life truly is a gift.  That this is so was made clear to me in a strange way, namely, by that silly saying I read at the French Market: “Some people are so poor, the only thing they have is money.”

How true!  We may have more debts than savings, but every member of this little family has each other, if not in actual presence, then in memory.  And that is irreplaceable!

We love you, Angel!

 

Who, or What, is Phred Phin?

February 1, 2015

“Who, or what, is this Phred Phin you keep writing about? Is it the nickname of an uncle or a friend? A pet? A cherished lover? A dreaded boss?”

Phred Phin is an imaginary talking fish. He serves as a catalyst to overcome challenges and frustrations, and grab ahold of our dreams. He is a guru, coach, and guardian angel.

“An imaginary talking fish? Are you nuts?”

Yes. But aren’t we all? Sanity and rationality are certainly not the prime traits of the human race!

“But still …. Look, if you want to converse with imaginary creatures, that is your choice, but I wonder how doing so can motivate you.”

Simple. Phred wants a bigger fishbowl. To buy him a bigger fishbowl, I must earn money here on the internet.

“Huh?”

Don’t you understand? The internet is a “virtual” world. What better place to earn money for an imaginary fish?

“This is too weird for me. I’m going back to the real world.”

Really? And who are you to go back to reality? Do you exist, or are you also a figment of my imagination? And who am “I” anyway?

“There is no pilot.” Laurie Anderson, from the song, “From the Air”.


Update 08/2017:  Phred Phin was the mascot of a defunct website I once owned.  Since the website is now defunct, this post makes even less sense.  (If such a thing is possible!)