Ignorance or Arrogance?

"When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years."
— Mark Twain

Good morning Monday, you look beautiful; get in here and join me whilst I make some morning soup.  I’ll take your hat, scarf, and fancy jacket; Monday is looking fine! A great weekend with guests, some relaxation, we met some friends for brunch, my Queen knocked out some continuing education, and I accomplished nothing. That’s pretty impressive, don’t you think, nothing,  zero, zilch, but I have a plan to get some things done this week; I’m going to set our 8 foot hourse sculpture outside finally.

The said horse is metal; it’s a piece I bought for my Queen when we purchased our mountain home.  It was in our bedroom for the first two years, but when we remolded it, the contractor stated we would have to leave it in the bedroom; it would not be able to be moved.  We decided to use it as a mark for our well; the well is by the driveway, it’s lucky no one has hit it, the horse will be the protector of our well.

I’m jumping back on the wagon, sober until Friday; I think this is my new life; I enjoy the straight life, but the weekends are made for tipping a few backs, enjoying company, we’ve got a Derby party this Saturday, our get em ups are something special.  We will pack up and hit the road for Indiana, arriving mid-week next week.  We will see our family, friends, clients, and strangers while back in the Midwest.

I’m looking forward to connecting with my Hoosier friends.

My Queen is up; we slept well, snuggled all night, but now I sit here typing on this piece of plastic, and she’s organizing our kitchen.  I am making some jalapeno-lump meat crab soup this evening.   I’ll start with a rue, then go to town with some heavy cream, chicken broth; I’ve made it before, it is a little delicious.  We enjoy cooking in our new kitchen; it’s blissful.

I’ve got a 9:00 a.m. call; then I’m rolling down the hill to meet a friend for coffee; the rest of my day is filled with appointments, cleaning up projects, and setting the table for the rest of the week.  The weather has turned 60 degrees outside; the snow is melting, PVHT is becoming friends with our herd of deer, springtime is a magical time here on top of the mountain.  She’s outside now with four of our furry friends, about 4 feet away, just smelling them, and they don’t seem to mind her kind.

I’m using my new Ipad to read, I’ve always been a book guy, but my age pushes me to use a device to consume content.  I can enlarge the words; I’m getting old, my friends.  Ah, but age is just a number, I plan on living another 70 or so years, I know, at 50, that seems like a long time, but I’ve got some tips and tricks that will allow for that age to be attainable.  I want to meet my great-great grandkids, and I expect my Queen to be by my side until I bloody well die.  A bold prediction that will be proven correct.

So what will I do for the next 70 years?  I’ve got plans; I’ll make an impact, the world will know my name.  Arrogant little feller ain’t I?  You see, I think we are all here for a reason; many times, we do not know why we were placed here on this magical spinning rock.  But there is a reason, I’m confident of that, we are here to leave a mark, and I’ve yet to leave my signature; I’ve scratched a few things, but leaving a mark will come later.

What are your plans for this week?  Will you get up and make it happen, or let life take you where it wants to go.  Never forget you are in control of your life, your thoughts, your movements.  Don’t blame others for your plight; create meaning and purpose.  What is your purpose?  What is the meaning of your existence?  Heavy questions for this beautiful Monday morning.

Well, it time for this one to get in the shower, wash up, dress in some swanky jeans and a t-shirt. Since I live in Colorado, I’ll wear a vest.  If you live in CO and do not wear a vest, they can arrest you.  Much like if you live in CO and do not have a dog, there is a penalty.  Kidding, of course, but vests and dogs are signs of CO life: as are mountains, aspens, and devil’s lettuce.

Live your life as if this is the last day you will be on this little rock. We don’t know when our time is up, and for that, we must live every day as if our last.  Dance as if no one is watching, scream your song, and air drum to Rush’s Tom Sawyer.  A modern-day warrior mean mean stride; today’s Tom Sawyer mean mean pride. Though his mind is not for rent, don’t put him down as arrogant. His reserve a quiet defense, Riding out the day’s events.

"When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years."
— Mark Twain