Monday, August 29, 2011

muse(n.): a guiding spirit.

11 days with this newfangled smart phone and it failed me.
I used it quite a bit today and people had been telling me that I should let the battery run down to almost ZERO, so I would get a good charge.
So the thing runs down to 20% and I put it on the charger.
An hour or so later, I go to use it and NOTHING.
I frantically email my daughter for help.
Then I see that my coworker Jon is on facebook.
I messaged him and he "talked" me through the process that had worked for some of his friends.
I am off tomorrow, so I will be visiting my local Verizon store.

The moral of this story is that friends come in all shapes, sizes, colors and AGES.
I told Jon, earlier today at work, that if he was my son, I would be very proud.
His reply was..."I get that a lot."

I was not surprised.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Slow and Easy.

I like the way things are going.
I met a stranger and now we are friends.
I want to cultivate our friendship, so we become good friends.
The only thing remaining is for us to become best friends.
If it is God's will, it will be.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011


"Living he loved me, dying he saved me."

Four years ago, this month, I started this blog.
My original attempt at blogging was titled "Daddy'sdying"; and he was.
A lifetime of dying relationships and substance abuse had left me tired. I was making an attempt to reach out to the only constant that had ever been in my life: my daughter. A wiser head prevailed and I retitled it "afterthegoldrush". First good move.
Two years later, after putting the bottle down, I had some experiences that made me question the entire concept of the here and after, even my own existence.

I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal savior.

It has not been an easy road, as I lost my mother the following year.
I hope that she is shining down on me and smiling.
I would like to thank my daughter and all of my good friends who have stood behind me over the last four years. You know who you are. No real names or screen names need to be applied.
"Afterthegoldrush" has served it's purpose. It saved me. I would never abandon something that I hold so dear to my heart. It will be passed down in my will.
I have started a new chapter in my life, one that I hope and pray will occupy most of my time until my dying moment. When my prayers are answered, you will be the first to know.

Thank You, Lord.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Game On!


1. Conduct or language inciting rebellion against the authority of a state.

2. Insurrection; rebellion.

Damn! I like that.

Good feelings...

...And this, too.

Be On My Side/I'll Be On Your Side.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Feast or Famine.

This is such a wonderful song with a great cast of characters.

One minute, I think that I know what is going on and the next minute, I have no clue.

I need to stop thinking too much and just enjoy the ride.

And living one day at a time, instead of one minute at a time is more profitable.

Friday, August 5, 2011



The year my family moved away from Delaware, both my parents were employed by the Cape Henlopen School District. My father taught, either math or history, at Lewes High School. My mom was an art teacher in Milton. The only memorable thing that I can recall from my dad's one year stint was the term, "Tolmey Wings". A girl in his class, Patricia Tolmey, had her hair cut below the ears and the front sides stuck out in a curl about 4". My mother was more vocal about her experiences. One of her students was a poor black boy, who was deemed "retarded" by his fellow classmates. He allowed her to take home some of his artwork for me to see. He was really good. He made a candle in a half-gallon milk box and wanted me to have it as a Christmas gift. It is most likely in my attic.

It seems that I forgot to add a video. I'll call this one:

"Get the fuck out of Dodge, because it ain't gonna be pretty!"

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Now, I Got Something To Say.

Melody is supposed to accompany lyrics, not the other way around.

... cool jam ...

Tuesday, August 2, 2011