Bedhead Bob: Life and Times

Today I received a visit from a friend of mine, by the name of Mike.  It was also kind of him, to bring us a pick-up load of firewood, that he graciously gave to us. It's always a pleasure when I get a visit from anyone.  However, Mike's visits just always seem to be that much more special. Especially this week because I have lost the services of my aid Heaven, who has been hospitalized, with issues of her own.  Josh made his usual town run for us this week and informed us that she should be coming home tomorrow, and quite possibly back to work on Monday.  That comes as a great deal of relief to me, not only because I miss her pleasant way, but also because I have had a genuine concern for her and her well-being these last few days. As I am writing this on the weekend before it is to be posted, by the time it is, she should already be back to work, again making me smile.  More now about Mike, and why I am making this post.  Mike is a guy who likes me and is...

Today I was given the gift of another day.  I have decided to place my focus on the here and now.  I will of course keep an eye on my recovery. Inspired by more of Josh's weekly visits, and the continued reviews of the book, "A PURPOSE DRIVEN LIFE ". This life we lead, so full of our labors and aspirations, yet we all end up in the same place, win or lose. Prince or pauper. A dark hole, is in everyone's future. Whether or not that is all there is, seems to be where the debate lies. Many have faith, in a life after death, as do I.  For me right now, more than ever. I have more time than most, to think about what that might look like. During a recent excursion to the world wide web, I came upon a saying, to which I took a particular liking to. It follows and it describes my outlook on life these days:  Yesterday is history, tomorrow's a mystery  Today is a gift, that is why it is called the present.  Author Unknown  More and more, I find solace in the ho...

How quickly the winter of your life, sneaks up on you.  You spend your youth wishing for your future and you spend your future, wishing for your youth. I guess that is the irony of life, never content with the time your living in right now.  Always either saying, "I can't wait until... ", or lamenting on "The good 'ole days ". Our happiness, seems to be tied to another space and time. But what if we decided to live in the moment? To accept whatever comes our way, and be thankful for the blessing of another day? There is definitely a time for reminiscing in our lives. Like there is a time for dreaming. But reminiscing should be reserved for family gatherings and class reunions, and dreaming for sleeping. Anything else, is a waste of your life.  Bare in mind. I'm not talking about planning or goal setting. Nor am I speaking of those get togethers with old friends, class reunions, or the occasional high school football games on a Friday night. Those are par...

It's 10: 00 pm on November 4th, and I'm sweating harder than a fattened turkey during Thanksgiving holiday!  I'm not sure whether it is global warming, climate change, Indian summer, or whatever they are calling it these days. Oh, wait a minute, I'm not allowed to say Indian summer am I? I guess I'm supposed to say, Indigenous people's summer. Or since I am part Indian, is Indian summer OK? The political correct landscape changes so fast, it is hard to tell.  Am I allowed to say, that it is hot as hell?  The reality is, November and December, have had peaks and valleys in temporal variance, for as long as I can remember. I can recall one Christmas day, when I played football outside with my friends, while I wore a t-shirt. The other team was skins! That was in the early 1970's, when at that time, scientist were certain, that by now we were assured to be in an ice age. There is no doubt in my mind, that with the world's population expected to exceed 8 bil...

There is said to be five stages of grief, denial, anger, barganing, depression, and acceptance.  It is  unfortunately something we all experience at some point in our lives. There are things we can do to lessen the results from grief, like maintaining our family ties, and keeping a strong connection with your faith.  The way we handle it, is very personal and different though.  Not everyone will experience all five stages, some may experience a few more. Like I said, it is a purely personal journey.  Recently, my Sister Theresa, lost her Son, Michael. It was sudden and unexpected. It was hard on my whole family, but especially hard on my Sister Theresa and Michael's daughters.  I didn't know his daughters. Not like I should have. As I've said before, too often we get caught up in the day to day of our lives, without so much as learning the names of those we are related to. I'm ashamed to say, I'm guilty of that very thing myself.   But my Sister is one...

 Like the quill pen and Blockbuster Video stores, Daylight Savings Time is an idea, that has outlived its usefulness.  First enacted on March 19th, 1918, it was done to conserve resources during World War 1. It lasted for just seven months.  As opposed to the common myth, that it has something to do with farming. Farmers are actually, one of the most vocal groups in opposition to this manipulation of time. The idea goes back as far as 1784, suggested by none - other than Benjamin Franklin as a means to conserve wax candles.  After its brief introduction in 1918, it was revisited for similar reasons during World War 2. In fact, because of it being utilized during the wars, as a conservation measure, many would refer to it as "wartime. " It saw a brief resurgence, in the early 1960s. Daylight Savings Time finally became formalized in 1966 by Uniform Time Act, and was standardized to six months long. 1986 saw it extended to seven months. And 2005 saw it extended to eigh...