The Refresh After 40

My younger than me wife and I like to do things together.

Usually that means we take something that is old and make it new again.

Like when she married me….

But this ain’t about me.

It’s about her over 40 year old dresser and nightstand.

She has had it since childhood….but doesn’t want it to look like it.

So, we went to work by taking it outside, removing the drawers and handles and I showed her how to use the belt sander to take off the finish and get it ready to paint.

Next, it was paint. We headed to the Home Depot and decided one 3 shades of grey.

She took care of the lighter color and I took care of the trim and cut in and also the spray painting of the handles.

After drying, I put everything together.

Then moved it back into the house, where we hope to have it for another 40 years or so.

First time for us refinishing our own furniture.

Further proof that an old dog can learn new tricks.


The 2 Cups 1 Guy

It’s not what you may think…

Get your mind out of the gutter…or not..

You do you, boo boo.

Anyway …

New year….new me…

Which is a statement I have never uttered before.

Yet, here I am.

I’ve always had back pain.

Work, injuries…just general age related stuff on top of that.

I don’t like chiropractors. My experience is they are pain givers. The more cracks the better.

I’ve never had a professional massage.


I don’t like paying people to touch me.

My younger than me wife suggested something different..

Back Cupping Therapy

New year new me so why not.

It consists of 2 Cups connected to a suction thingie that raises the skin in different places on the back to ease pain, stress and the like.

Here is what my back looked like after the session…

The top of my spine was a bit bruised afterward. Coincidentally, that’s where a lot of my pain resides.

New year new me.

It was also suggested to drink lots of water.

If cut back my sugar and caffeine intake by about 80 percent.

By February I hope to be off all sugar and caffeine drinks.

New year new me.

Quit smoking cigarettes as well. 30 years of it is more than enough.

Change ain’t all that bad.

As always…

It’s good to be gone….that’s why I go.

The Attics

Layers of dust
In the attic
Of a mind

Multiple puzzles started
To be finished at
Another time

Stored away projects
Boxed up photos
Without context

One eyed dolls and trophies
Silenced by what
Is trending next

Books unread
Neatly displayed
As intellects hover

Hard to judge correctly
Without view
Of the cover

Influenced by mirrors
Smoke swirls just
Out of sight

What seems clear as day
Is often
Dark as night

Image from Flickr

The Mystery Package

My wife received a package this morning.

It was to the right address.


Labeled with her maiden name, which she changed when we married 1000 years ago.

Inside the box from the company that decides what the color brown can do for you was-

A retail value of $1500 virtual reality headset device thingie.

I told her that I have enough issues with actual reality to be venturing into not reality.

She didn’t order it….

It just virtually showed up.

She’s gonna do some emails and phone calls and try to figure things out.

I don’t want the virtual mail police to come knocking on the headset lenses to take us to virtual jail for an obvious mistake.

I have enough problems with the dream police that live inside of my head…

Live inside of my head!

The String Theory

From the deoxygenating highs
To the claustrophobic lows

The search for a balanced self
Involves an unwinding

Of the coil of truths

Meshed with a slinkie of Pinocchios

The marionette staged
For the world to see

Is but an illusion of the puppeteer
That controls the strings

Art imitates life
Just based on the real thing

To live the life

Is more than just the beauty
Of the flower

It involves the pollination
Of the bee

That’s always willing
To sting.