Good Ole Boo

If she was a drink, she'd be a single-barreled bourbon on ice. She'd move with a kick, a chill, and a burn all at the same time. Her Sunday morning run meets a high speed chase, she's not just a song but the whole mixed tape. Very complicated that's the way God made her, sunshine mix with a little Hurricane. She destroys me in that chef hat, and I love her so much it hurts. I never meant to fall like this, she doesn't rain she just pours, that dog right there, she's the perfect storm. I know how to make her run,  or play, or mad at me. But that's OK there ain't no one more beautiful angry. She's the dog of a lifetime, a guy like me spends his whole life looking for. That dog right there destroys me in that chef hat!

In My Life

I don't have many friends mainly because I am socially inept. I don't actually know how to get along with others, and in the end, it turns ugly. So I have a lot of time on my hands. Outside the smells that surround me while I layout are intriguing, and looking about there are the birds and squirrels, and every so often those cats. They really get me thinking. Flowers, bugs, smells of the earth, are as close to my ancestors, wild and free, as I will be. Everyday would seem lonely to someone else, because that is what occupies my time, mostly being alone. To most, that may be tough, but it isn't so for me. When young going through traumatic events, separation, hurricanes, rescue cages instead of my pup spot at home things get desperate. I am only concerned with life and death survival. Being suspect of human touch, whether kind or cruel make no difference, there is no distinction. Fear can overtake that, I must look out for food, shelter, in a sense, I have lost my pack, although there is a bond forming here. Right now it's easier to be left alone and not have to stress. Days inside as I perch upon my bed, it is a gaze out to the street and I see everything that passes, and if I chose I can give attention with a few barks. Early and late of each day I walk the hood, time when checking out where others have been and gone. My squares come twice a day, and snacks in between. I am living Boodini's dream.

Preparation

The last few mornings I have agonized with the thunder, lightning and rain, you might think that after ten years of living one should be able to get over scars left from coming out of a monster hurricane. Today I ran my 5K trek in the hood, it helps the stress, and my ears can just lay back and I enjoy the ride. All of the races that I have been to over the years aren't being held anymore, most people races don't really want us around, we are banished. The thought is always that the race promoters know there are good dogs and bad dogs, they just don't know which is which. I am a bad dog, but when tasked with running I know no evil. It may be just a goal biscuit but my running partner told me that maybe in the spring the Donkey Dash may be reheld. A running store went out of business, it was their race, and I won my age group a few times. So I am starting with the goal to run it, if it is indeed held. Not so much to win, but just a goal, after all doesn't every dog need a goal to motivate oneself forward. It would be a good idea to trim down a few pounds, so eating less won't hurt. Right now I am chilling, catching up on some fluids, taking in a few calories, and pondering which one of these squirrels in my yard I'm going chase down.

Wheel Chair Picks

With over 120 bands taking the stage for three days, getting to see all would be impossible, but with a wrist band you would at least be up close and personal with the ones you really wanted to see. Imelda May and Lake Street Dive, voices rising from Paolo Nutini, Sam Smith, and Marc Scibilia, you get the full sounds of Trombone Shorty, Arum Rae and the Kongos. Probably one of the best new talents would include Wilk, drummer from Rage against the Machine with lady vocalist Delila Paz in The Last Internationale, very good, my most likely favorite. The stages will roll with Hip Hop from the likes of OutKast, Eninem, and the Q Brothers, the latino sounds of Ozomatli, Ana Tijoux and Disco with electronic from Broken Bells, The Glitch Mob, and Calvin Harris. Raggae rolls with Jimmy Cliff and the Rebelution, and what would a Texas stage be without country Asleep at the Wheel, bluegrass Wood and Wire, and Blackberry Smoke. Gospel is alive and well, the Jones Family, Shields of Faith, and the great voice of Ashley Cleveland. Be very glad that there will be a repeat stage performance next weekend, because it will take at least those few days to just get a handle on the multi show talent to absorb. You don't have to say you don't know who's who at this years ACL, and there sure is a whole lot of shaking going on and available.

Working Class Hero

We will be working tomorrow, but it is a great day just the same, it's cool, it's Friday! The phone, texts, emails are quiet, which means just that. The world was in an uproar, and we saw no end in sight, but we will not let it bother us anymore. We've listen what is close and deep, it has run its course, at least as far as we will permit. Looking over the ACL venue there are very few performers recognizable, a lot of talented unknowns to us, because of being an old dog out of touch. So we made a list, and going down we can track through iTunes, Internet, Utube exactly what they sound like. It costs nothing, but it will bring one up to speed. So far it is impressive to hear what these folks have to offer. When we weren't confined to a wheel chair we could get out to the shows, the punk shows were the best. Now we can wheel right up to to the computer screen and just get the load on. Eyes start spinning around , knee goes to jerking, yes indeed! Time to let the freak flag fly.

Just Call Me Doctor

It never surprises me that when I am called to handle a work order at the property sometimes the tenant thinks they know what the problem is. They are usually wrong. We all can give our opinion on any a number of things, most of the time with a little common sense, we get through things that don't work and can fix them. If not we can call a plumber, electrician, HVAC tech, mechanic, that's their biz and they can get to the heart of it. Easy enough, things don't think or have emotions, and simply perform a function, that's it. But when people turn to us to help solve an issue they have in their life, we once again jump right in there and give what we feel is great advice. What's wrong with that, we want to help, right? If it is someone close to us, we are probably going to believe what they are saying is truly accurate. Do we even question that just maybe they have a slanted viewpoint, or are upset about their issue and actually have things mistaken, could that be part of the problem? We think we have shrink written on our foreheads and give advice. Because we are so attached in our relationships we might side easily with what they think, give thoughts they might want to hear. We assume that yes if they follow A advice they will get B successful outcome. Hell this isn't a clogged toilet we're working on, this is emotion, this is personalities, this is real life. But we go on and create an enablement that gives power to a decision that isn't well formed by ourselves and certainly not by the one hurting. With our biased assessment we now drive that person to not clearly handle things well by thinking out on their own and now many people in our little church of life are effected. It is time to be proud we're so good at giving sound advice.

Have You Noticed Your Alive

Many events occur everyday that effect everyone around us. Bad things, diseases, losses, the type of occurrences we have absolutely no control over. What is left in its wake can truly cripple some through loss of security, happiness, a sense of worth. Sometimes it leaves nothing but despair and depression, some even get lost in this reality and take their life because they are blinded by this devastating rejection from being needed. Things we have no control over is one point, but when we are self centered and forgetful of our effect on what we might do to others that's where we can do better. Sometimes the way we handle things, in what we say, actions that shout beyond words, yes all of this can deeply effect strangers, friends, even the ones we love. It can set up a domino effect that wrecks the walls of insulation that leave some grasping to survive. Be very awake, create, you are alive, show concern, respect , responsibility, and figure out if you really are wise with your love for those around you.