learn to take control of your happiness and creativity and build truly great things
My name is Jason and I live in Florida. I’ve always liked to create things whether it was art, music, stories, crafts or video games – and that’s the short list. 🙂 I have a lot of appreciation and respect for other people who create things also. I think too often people are overcritical of themselves and their work and sometimes they don’t see the beauty within themselves and in what they create. I include myself in that group. I’m trying to learn to be more open minded and appreciative of things around me because it’s easy to take what we have for granted when in reality everything around us is fragile including life itself. I hope that you try to be all that you can be and encourage others around you to do the same. Life is too short to stay stressed out and always worrying about what others think of you or your work. Be happy with who you are and what you create and learn to draw happiness from within. And I honestly believe that during your amazing journey you will learn to create truly remarkable things. I chose the single word sun for my site tag line because of it’s enduring warmth and brightness and because it’s Summer time. The pictures on this post are from my sunny walk at the park today during lunch. Enjoy.
a stern teacher and a willing apprentice
an early lesson counting with tiny thumps, followed shortly by tiny wisps of air
sights, sounds, tastes, feelings and scents in a wild wild world, they are all there
curiosity follows, exploration, crawling, walking, falling, and walking with care
playtime begins with so many toys and friends and ends with a torn yellow bear
days with hours of numbers and letters and two long bus rides in the bully’s lair
then emotions lots of them with no where to go and what’s this, arrgh, chest hair
then a new close friend and sadness that she’s gone and realizing how life is unfair
out of despair a new friend and a new little family is born with many memories to share
days turns to weeks to years and decades and loss repeats itself almost to much to bare
finally time’s final lesson hugs and kisses some real and some not and a final prayer
It’s not great but it’ll have to do i suppose. It’s not all about me except the torn yellow bear was when my beloved Pooh bear was chewed up by dogs. They tore his ear and I kept the bear for many more years. LOL. The new close friend was about a friend of mine in high school that was murdered by someone robbing her house. Luckily they caught the guy and I think he is in prison for life. 😦
the mouse in the willow and the fry in the lake
The sad young mouse looked out of his tiny window in the willow tree down at the lake below. He saw a tiny creature in the water and asked his mother what it was. She said that is a fry. “Well, how does he breathe under water mommy?” His mother looked at him for a moment and then said, “Well, you see son. The fry’s mother has great magical power and she passed some of that magical power to her son so he too can breathe under water. ” The tiny mouse said, “Wow. I wish I had magical powers.” She looked at him and smiled and said “Everyone is magical in their own way. Even you. ”
The next day the mouse was on ground next to the lake and saw the little fry crying. He asked the little fry why he was crying. “Some tall creatures, came and took my mommy,” the little fry said sobbing. The mouse remembered what his own mommy had said about the fry’s mother being magical and told the fry it would be ok. Your mother will be back soon enough little fry do not worry. But the little fry continued to cry. It wasn’t long before the tall creatures returned and the little mouse hid behind a large plant by the water. The tall creatures released the fry’s mother gently back into the water and he noticed she had some new colorful adornment on her with strange markings. After the tall creatures left, the little mouse went back to the edge of the water where the little fry was jumping with excitement after being reunited with his mother. “Mommy, mommy, there is the magical mouse I was telling you about.” After hearing the fry’s kind and intriguing words, the little mouse smiled widely, his first smile in many days.
I felt like writing a little story tonight. The daily prompt words have been challenging lately. LOL.
the pearl opaque, the clam half-baked
It seemed like a good day for a non-sequitur. Some time ago we amassed a noble dog army to help fight the evil snake empire. Today the snake empire injured two of our little brave warriors, Nala and Wilburt. We think Nala took the brunt of the venom so she’s sleeping in the little dog hospital tonight with an IV drip, antibiotics, and benedryl. Wilburt is still here on blueberry hill toughing it out. The dog doctor aka vet called us an hour or so ago and gave us a bit of good news that Nala’s swelling doesn’t appear to be getting worse and her heart rate is still good. The same cotton mouth moccasin bit both of them. Wilburt is pictured below – it’s difficult to see it from this picture but his left side of his face and neck is swollen. He’s getting doses of benedryl.
We’re hoping that both our little brave warriors live through this ordeal. Nala is the main one we are worried about because her head and neck was extremely swollen. The snake is dead but the evil snake empire is getting an early start since the warm season is just beginning. Sargent our biggest and toughest warrior has already killed one of the snake fighters a while back all by himself – he really hates snakes. He’s a blue heeler and he’s already survived a direct hit from one of the vipers last year. The only thing that scares him is lightening and bad weather. LOL.
About 10 years ago I killed over a dozen ground rattlers in one season. I opened our sliding glass door that same year and happened to catch something out of the corner of my eye and it was one of them trying to slither into the house. He didn’t make it. Hopefully between the dog army, the new chicken army, and Midnight the Ninja Cat we can beat back the evil snake empire from blueberry hill.
you got to be jolting me
So today on the way home from work I stopped and picked up some Chinese food, including chicken and brocolli which was in brown sauce that had gotten on the plastic bag the plate was in. And predictably the unavoidable happened, the brown sauce got all over my right hand. I scrubbed my hand incessantly with a napkin because I knew I had to make one more stop on the way home. I had to get my new baby chicks a chicken feeder and waterer so I could keep their cage cleaner than it is with the temporary bowls and such. So i went into the farm supply store and grabbed what i needed and then some additional items so I could get out quickly. The girl at the register was very nice and chatty. I told her i had just bought 8 baby chicks from them a few days ago so I needed to buy them a feeder and waterer; she held up the ceramic eggs i had also bought and gave me a strange look. She said wow they grow up fast don’t they – meaning the ceramic eggs are used to encourage fully grown hens to lay eggs in a nest. I smiled and said well I have older chickens too that are already laying eggs. And I explained my purpose in buying each additional item as she scanned it. I paid for all the items and she reached forward to hand me my receipt and she snatched her hand back initially with a quite “shocked” look on her face and carefully handed me the receipt as to keep her distance from me. Her chatty demeanor had changed also and she wasn’t interested in conversation all of a sudden. I kind of looked at her with a puzzled glance and shrugged my shoulders and walked out. As I was walking out the door I saw streaks of peculiar brown sauce now partially dried on my right thumb. Apparently in my rush to wipe all the Chinese sauce off my hand and finish my errands I had missed some. I felt like i should go back in and explain the situation at once but I was too embarrassed so i continued onward to the car and drove off quickly.
measure once, cut twice – old carpenter’s proverb
I used today’s Daily Prompt word of “measure” as an excuse to take a picture of some of my dad’s woodwork and talk a little about him. We lost him to lung cancer on Nov 1, 2004, less than a week after his 65th birthday. He always looked forward to turning 65 so he could receive his retirement check (Social Security). He didn’t get to enjoy that check as it came in the mail a few days after he had passed away. That year, I had just started a another semester at Florida State University working towards my Master’s degree when he told me he had just found out he had cancer, and we had his funeral before I finished that same semester.
I miss the long philosophical conversations me and him used to have and his funny witty jokes. I’m not sure how he got to be so good at checkers but that’s one game I never beat him at. After the Internet became a thing, he loved to play checkers online where he finally found some decent competition and his rankings in the game were quite envious. He loved vegetable gardening and the outdoors. But he also loved watching tv; when I worked at a movie rental company, I kept him supplied with movies and I was thinking there was no way he could remember watching that many movies so I occasionally and purposely gave him one I had brought to him before and he would always catch it and he would say he watched it again but he thinks he had saw that one before. LOL.
In the picture he made the shelf, the wooden box, and the little church coin bank. Me and my daughter made the little white dalmatian. We’ve did several of the little 3-d wooden animals and I’ll post more of them on other days. My dad didn’t make a lot of figurines as he thought most items should be functional and not just for looks. I got the gazelle from a flea market and the stone items from Pier 1 imports many years ago and snagged the matryoshka doll recently from Amazon.
The wooden bowls I bought from a kind old man who was selling his wooden wares beside the highway. He showed me a some old tattered Polaroids of his wife and her pet raccoons. I could tell he loved and missed his wife very much even though he said he lost her many years ago. I’ve always had a lot of respect for woodworkers and carpenters and I figure most of them like my dad believed strongly in the old carpenter’s proverb. Measuring once and cutting twice not only can save money but time and can cut down on waste. All of them that I’ve ever met take pride in what they do and have an appreciation for hard work.
The Timely Refrain from Life’s Domain
walk, speak, run but don’t no don’t look back
the dry grass high the distance far
the wind soft the trees stretch high
walk, speak, run but don’t no don’t look back
time creeps no sneaks elusive it peaks
from behind every valley atop every hill
walk, speak, run but don’t no don’t look back
you can’t escape fate life bestows
don’t try you’ll fail then weep so deep
time time hide hide not now not now
not ever not ever one more day one more day
old frail silent heart i miss thy song
old frail silent heart i miss thy song
Whew. Didn’t mean to go all existential and such. Not sure if it’s grammatically correct and makes sense but decided to play with words today. I had a hard time coming up with something with the word “timely” geez. 🙂 I started not to add a picture because i wanted everyone to read it in their own way. Hopefully I’m not plagiarizing any of it because I kept thinking some of it sounded familiar but I googled several parts of it and didn’t find any hits.
The four-year-old me picked up the sharp straight hoe and looked around to make sure no one, especially nosy adult eyes or tattling play mates, were anywhere near me or saw me acquire my new-found toy. Nope, I was alone, just me and the magical relic and oh the fun me and my new toy were about to have. It could be anything I wanted it to be, a magical spear to fend off dragons, a digger to dig up buried treasure, or a baseball bat with a very sharp end. That day, it would be for dragons, so I embarked on my magical journey and within only a few steps the fiery fiend was upon me. I swung the large-handled implement back and forth and I jabbed and parried (a word my now forty-something old self knows but my four-year old self didn’t). We both fought with courage and skill but I finally bested the vile beast. The beast was wounded and on the ground and what a passer-by may have mistaken for a fallen pine that had been skinned with the large tool I was holding (so as to make wooden posts), make no mistake this was indeed a giant, magical, fire breathing-dragon and was still incredibly dangerous and in need of finishing. So finish I did (the fight unfortunately not the beast), chopping it with straight down jabs over and over beside my little bare feet. When finally one jab bounced off the pine err I mean dragon and sent the sharp tool deep into the top of my soft right little foot followed by a tsunami of warm red well you know.
The dragon wasn’t dead after all and was still full of fight; it would live to fight another day and it had inflicted quite a wound on me, the little warrior. I cried out from a pain like my little body had never felt before and a pain that hopefully most four or eight or any other kid would never have to endure if they were lucky. But I wasn’t lucky not on this day. The greatest pain I had ever felt at the time was soon followed by the second greatest pain the little four-year old dragon warrior had witnessed – stitches. I don’t like stitches even to this day. It took a long time to get over the pain and for my legendary wounds to Heal. I would eventually learn many years later and through many more painful epic battles with so-called dragons and other violent beasts some big and small (small as in kidney stones and various surgeries) that pain can sometimes be almost unbearable and with some types of wounds, some not even physical ones that even time has trouble healing them. Sometimes all you can do is try to be strong and persevere over time until the next epic battle with the evil dragon.
So it’s a little after 11 PM. I stayed on the treadmill for over 2.5 hours watching Expendables 3 and talking on Facebook Messenger. When the movie was over I looked at the goals on my fitbit and noticed i only had 6 flights of stairs for the day and my goal is 10. I knew i could go get the mail at the end of our driveway at the bottom of the hill and walking back up gives me 2 flights of stairs or 20 feet of elevation. Two trips down the drive way and back would give me the 40 feet of elevation to get my 100 feet elevation for the day. As I was walking down the driveway in the cold night air nicely lit by the moonlight i kept looking back over my shoulder with the flash light for anything that may be attempting to ambush me. You know the usual suspects, panthers, coy’otes (like the old prespector on SNL would say), and wolves.
The idea of wolves reminded me of an ongoing joke I had with a former coworker and a bizarre incident. Years ago I made some walking trails on the wooded property here and often walked on them alone at night. It was creepy sometimes and I tried to imagine what I might encounter here in the Florida woods at night. I playfully came up with the idea of encountering one or more wolves and started kind of playing with the hypothetical idea trying to think of how i could best protect myself. Some type of club, a baseball bat, a machete, a morning star, a ninja sword, or a gun of some kind maybe. Oddly enough I do have all those items although the morning star isn’t for real use according to where i bought it. I’m not sure what that means since i think they were originally used for attacking someone in metal armor like a medieval knight. LOL.
Before my former coworker got another job, i used to run wild and crazy ideas by him. Ideas like what would be the best defense against a wolf or pack wolves if i was attacked at night while going for a stress-free walk on my trails. We had several interesting discussions on it and I think he finally said a baseball bat and go for their back legs which are kind of weak. Some weeks later on a windy Saturday afternoon, I was picking up fallen tree branches and various debris in the front part of the property when I saw a very large dog that looked exactly like a wolf. He kept running and didn’t stop thankfully. Later, I went inside the house and mentioned it to my wife. I told her it looked like a wolf but that should be impossible. She wasn’t at all shocked like I was expecting and she said, oh it’s probably an escapee from the wolf preserve down the road. After a moment of being shocked at the idea I then thought how cool is that, we live near a wolf preserve. LOL. And don’t worry, I’m not going to attack them with any items from my thought experiment and they are quite used to being around people and are hopefully just as harmless to me as i am to them.
One last funny morsel related to this topic. Much later than the stories above, my daughter, who was 8 or 9 at the time walked into my home office while I was working at my desk and where I have the decorative weapons such as the morning star and ninja sword. She asked me if I still used the ninja sword and I stopped for a moment and said oh no, all this stuff is just for decoration. Then I thought about it and my daughter doesn’t usually ask random questions very often so I asked her why she asked. She said well she remembers I used to walk on the trails at night for exercise and sometimes I would take the ninja sword. I kind of laughed at the thought and told her she was right, I did used to take the sword with me at night and use it for a defensive weapon and luckily I never had to use against any wild vicious animals.
I got up this morning and went outside to repeat the same routine I’ve been doing for years. I fed five chickens and five dogs. There wasn’t much light but I stopped and looked around at the sky to see if I could see the morning sun peaking out from behind the waving tree tops. Nope, wasn’t late enough to see the sun and I needed to finish getting ready for work. I started walking towards the back door and paused again because I felt like i was forgetting something. I looked around once more in the cool morning air but couldn’t for the life of me remember what I was forgetting. I went inside and picked up an apple and apple corer to prepare my lunch and heard from outside a loud and quite annoyed “MEOW.” Shoot, of course, it was our black cat, Midnight (I know I know how original). His timing was impeccable. He rarely meows because somehow I think he knows how much it annoys me but he had every right to remind me this morning. How I can forget a part of my routine that I’ve been doing for so long perplexes me. Merriam-Webster defines the cat’s meow as a highly desirable person or thing. I guess from Midnight’s perspective that highly desirable thing was his breakfast.