ABSILVER's World

I know...  people get depressed.  Some people have a chemical imbalance or challenges in their soul that they can't shake.  But here I sit in the middle of my condo wondering about Robin Williams, as many of you do.  I have a blog here, and I write, and yet I feel somewhat at a loss for words but.. I will try. I have been depressed at times, as I assume we all are.   I have walked across an occassional bridge concerned about falling into the highway and wondering how long before I would be missed.  But, my reaction has always been to walk closer to the curb and keep walking.  As Windston Churchill said, "If you're going through hell, keep going."  Don't stop, for lack of a kinder term, living! Why could such a brilliant man not speed up?  what will be his challenges that were so ornerous to his mind that moving on to be with his friend Christopher Reeves was the right choice.  Think about the comparison, one man who was kept alive by the desire to live and by

I feel like an Armadillo at times.  Hard shell, gets around well, and sometimes even a little cute.  If I have a moment, of exposed anxiety, I remember there is a shell around me and I just keep trudging forward.  The faster I move, walk or execute an idea the less likely that thin skinned underbelly will show and I will get hurt.  So, I sit here this morning feeling like an Armadillo on his back, legs and feet scrambling trying to get back on his feet to have that shell protect him once again. It doesn't happen to me often.   Miss Daisy Bell spent the night here, and she was amazing.  The weather yesterday was pretty horrible but she managed to keep her wits about her. (OK she did what dogs do, she slept all day).   She didn't run out in the rain too much, and actually seemed to find a way to walk under the umbrella with me.  So, we had an OK day sitting at home in the rain.  She seems to be eating well.  Slowly gaining more strength, and actually showing a little spunk

I feel like a hamster. One who sees a wheel, and jumps on board. Can't stop running. Calls it exercise but really, just can't stop going. Maybe it isn't a hamster. It is a Bunny. Like the Eveready brand. Keeps going, and going and going. Possibly, a mouse. One trying to learn that maze. To get to some water, or possibly a nibble of kibble. But, wondering why I am in the maze in the first place. Or, just a rat. One that is in a race. Looking for the cheese, but somebody moved it. Looking for some nourishment. Nourishment, not for the stomach. Nourishment for the mind. To nourish one's soul. Maybe open one's heart. Need to be human. Realize the luxury of choice. I can open doors to cages. Doors to be opened are opportunities. I will choose the wheels to run, the mazes to navigate, the minds to nourish along with my own.

Some things to ponder: 1) I like to cook.  I am learning to expand and take more chances.  I love to cook for family and friends. 2) I like to mop.  It is a curse of laminate floors, but I can't help it.  I love a clean home. 3) I like good music which makes me smile.  I need lyrics, so it isn't just music.  I love to discover a new singer, or lyrics to match my mood. 4) I like to learn.  Reading, Researching and becoming wiser.  I love to be surprised by something new, even spiritual. 5) I like planned activities.  OK, this is partly false.  I find it hard to plan my personal life.  I love spontaneous moments of happiness. 6) I like wine.  I learned in California to respect the nuances of wine, not to the Napa standard, but to appreciate a unique red wine in particular.  I love a glass of wine on the beach with a good friend. 7) I like to travel.  I actually like traveling itself.  The adventure of going and getting there.  I love to stay home.  I love even m

I happened to like ______ So, a good friend wrote about the One World Trade Center in New York.  Mentioning the unique design, the symbol of America it represents, and I added his comments also reflect the resilience and personality of New York since 9/11.  I have written about 9/11 a few times and this is not that moment. It made me think of how lucky we are in the United States.  There are so many unique cities in this country that have a very unique culture and energy.   Made me wonder what it takes to be a unique even symbolically a city people should visit.  Shall we say a destination? There are global cities we all know, through movies, through press, and some lucky enough to visit.  We can think of London and its history, its waterways, culture, and royal palaces.   Or Paris, and its wide boulevards museums, and fine art and dining.  Hong Kong and its harbor and ability to be a global presence on small pieces of Land.  Or Tokyo, where the energy is non-stop and a un

OK... I keep trying to write something and failing.  So, Glen, this is not without effort it is just my mind is not focusing on one thing and it makes it hard for me.  To write a blog post takes focus for me, and most importantly it takes that what is in my head is entertaining enough to want to write and share.   I have tried to write about heroes, and failed.  I tried to do some random humor and put myself to sleep.  There is much going on inside my mind just not enough to share into a coherent thought or post. So, let's see if through some random thoughts and observations, and if  I can turn this around into a blog post finally! Random Thoughts of Sanity (or not you decide): Vegan Food:  There seems to be a huge effort and market to make vegan food taste like their meat counterparts.  If to be vegan is to be healthier cause that is what your body needs, why does your body crave it to taste like meat? Fireworks:  The best fireworks experience of my life was Provincetown

On the way home from Milwaukee, I found a curiosity of my life. We all sit in our homes, and look out our windows.  Some of us have striking views of sunrises, sunsets, of going to sleep watching planes line up as they come in to land in paradise.  (OK that is me) Some of us sit on oceans, or views of mountains, or maybe the view of their neighbor’s window and listening to sirens in a busy city.   But, wherever or whatever we call this place home and if we are lucky it is a shelter from the cold, rain or heat.  If we are lucky our home is an oasis from the world of chaos around us. I keep thinking after this week of another way of looking at home.  It is also where we build barriers and walls to the outside and frankly build what can no otherwise be said are walls without windows to look out and observe.  Our homes become more of where we build our lives and choices high up on a pedestal.  It also allows us to look down around us, and if I dare say, look down on people around us wh