Still Driving Four Years Later

Well, well…

Just got a reminder from WordPress about my blog’s four-year anniversary. Can’t believe it’s already been that long. Can’t believe people are still reading it after that long! But I’m very glad you are.

Thank all of you who have stopped in somewhere along my journey to read what’s going on in my scrambled egg of a mind. I hope you haven’t found it boring. I’ve tried to entertain, to educate, to point my fellow depression sufferers out there to some help, just to share what I think, for whatever it’s worth.

I’ll be honest: lately I’ve had thoughts of giving this writing thing up, because it’s been so freakin’ hard to come up with anything. My depression affects my concentration, and my inner critic gets pretty critical when I try to write something, so it’s two against one a lot of the time.

But I guess I’ll stay after it for awhile longer. Mainly cause I like the attention.

Thanks again, everyone. Blessings on you, and please stay safe.

 

 

 

Covid-19 Blues

Well, maybe now, I’ll have some time to write, at least.

The company that uses me as its shuttle bus driver has advised its employees to work from home, if they can, for the next two weeks, due to the you know what. That means fewer people to shuttle, which means no need for yours truly for the rest of this week, and maybe next.

Boooooooo…

So now, this thing is hitting me in the pocketbook, like it is several others, as the world continues to shut down. Sporting events and concerts cancelled or postponed. Schools temporarily closed. Restaurants and shopping centers emptied out. Grocery store shelves ransacked. Toilet paper is the new precious metal; won’t surprise me to see it go on the black market.

Utter craziness.

Oh, and a lot of people getting sick around the world, including the United States.

And for those of you trying to convince yourselves and everyone else that this is just the flu, permit me to wake you up: the mortality rate for Covid-19 is 10 times that of the flu.

This is serious, folks, and it needs to be taken seriously. Look out for yourselves and each other. We will get through this, but not without some sacrifice and some common sense precautions. By now, I’m sure you all know what those are; do them.

As for me, I guess I’ll have some time to get caught up on a few things around the house, spend some quality time with my wife and cats, and maybe write some more.

Y’all, please take care, and take your finger off the panic button, for gosh sakes.

 

Oh, one more thing: I have avoided comment on my government’s response to this whole crisis in order to maintain a stable blood pressure. Later.

 

 

 

 

 

The Big, Epic Blog Post

You may have noticed, I’ve not written anything in a while. At least, I’ve noticed.

The problem with that is, I start putting pressure on myself. I feel like, when I finally post something new, it has to be big. It has to be grand. It has to be memorable. So it will have been worth the wait, right?

Well, get ready to be disappointed; I got nothing.

I’m coming up blank on what to write about. It’s frustrating as hell.

I don’t really have any updates on my life, of note. My depression has been mostly under control, lately, with the occasional exception. No significant physical changes. I haven’t won any lotteries. Probably because I don’t play any.

I have no insight to offer regarding the news of the day; it still alternately depresses and enrages me. And that takes a toll, as I’m sure you can empathize.

I have, however, found some blogs I really enjoy, because I find them entertaining or thought-provoking, or both. Among them are:

The Written Addiction

Filosofa’s Word

The King’s Necktie

Dare to Know

Teri Carter’s Library

Check ‘em out sometime. I think you’ll enjoy them. Meanwhile, I’ll keep wrestling with this writer’s block thing I got going.

Wishing Your Life Away, One Friday At a Time

 

Typical workplace conversation, Monday through Thursday of any week:

“How’s it going?” “Be going better if it was Friday!”

“How’re you doing?” “Just trying to make it to Friday.”

“Is it Friday yet?”

“This would make a good Friday, wouldn’t it?”

“I sure wish it was Friday!”

Typical workplace conversation, any Friday:

“YAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!”

“FINALLY!!”

“How’s it going?” “Great, it’s FRIDAY!!”

We say this Every. Freaking. Week.

Mondays through Thursdays are simply annoyances, standing in the way between us and our precious, sacred weekends. And Fridays are the golden gate through which we cross into those oh, so longed for Saturdays and Sundays.

And then, just like that, the weekend is over, Monday returns, and the longing begins anew.

Sorta sad, when you think about it.

 

Don’t get me wrong. I love my weekends, absolutely. It’s my chance to wake up without an alarm clock, unless you count my cat. I’m not putting on the uniform I wear through the week as I drive my shuttle bus; I can actually wear other clothes. I can spend time doing what I want, instead of what I get paid for. Weekends get two thumbs up from me.

But, I don’t know, I guess I worry some that I’m rushing my life along, looking for the next Friday down the road. It’s not like I can store up all the Mondays through Thursdays to use another time. Once they’ve passed, they’re gone for good. And as I rush headlong to my 60th birthday, I’m becoming more sensitive to the value of all those days in between the Fridays.

I know I should experience each day just as it is: the people who come my way, the food I eat, the weather I encounter, the opportunities, the circumstances, the sights, the sounds, all of it. After all, who knows if we’ll make it to Friday, or if Friday will make it to us?

But it’s going to take a major mental adjustment to begin taking and appreciating each day for the singular treasure it is. If any of you can offer some tips on how you do it, I’m listening.

 

On a somewhat brighter note, this is the first post I’ve managed to finish after several weeks of false starts, so I take this as a small victory.

#Where’s Me?

 

I’m still here, for better or worse.

One of the things you deal with when you have depression is an inability to concentrate. Your mind becomes somewhat scattered, and it’s hard to focus for any length of time.

In my case, I have a hard time reading a blog, let alone, writing one. Writing is generally something I enjoy, but when it’s this much of a chore, it takes away the fun.

Or maybe, I just don’t like having to work harder. Frankly, I’ve never liked it. I know it’s supposed to be rewarding in the end but, Jeez…

Anyway, that’s why I have a few blog posts started, but none finished, and why you haven’t heard from me in awhile. I have an upcoming appointment with my psychiatrist to see if, perhaps, my medication needs some tweaking. I’m feeling like, maybe it does. We’ll see.

 

In the meantime, a few short takes, since that’s about as long as I can stay on any one topic:

If you seriously think a wall at the border is gonna keep anybody out, you’re incredibly naive. Period.

Does anyone really need to hear the State of the Union address? I say, let’s skip it this year. Maybe, next year, too.

Newly elected Representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez gets my early vote for Congressperson of the Year. If you don’t know her, Google her. And incidentally, I’m thrilled to see the diversity in this Congress. Fewer old white guys in there is a good thing, far as I’m concerned.

Let’s be clear about climate change. The planet Earth is not in any danger; we are. The planet will keep right on going long after we’ve brought about our own extinction. Which we’re currently on the fast track to doing.

I can’t stand the New England Patriots, but I gotta give it up for quarterback Tom Brady and coach Bill Belichick, going to their ninth Super Bowl together! That’s just plain crazy. I still hope they lose.

Congatulations to former New York Yankees pitcher Mariano Rivera, the first player to ever be elected to the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame by a unanimous vote. Not Ruth, not Cobb, not Williams, not Robinson, not Mays, nor any of the immortals who have entered the Hall before him. That’s how significant this is.

 

So, I guess I’ll close for now. At least, I didn’t quit on this one halfway through, so I feel pretty good about that. Take care, y’all.

Just Park, Will You?

 

Lately, I’m not happy with anything I write, and it gets really frustrating.

But today, I think I’ve figured out the reason.

I believe that, two and a half years into this blog, I have just run out of anything worthwhile to say.

I think I need to go on sabbatical for awhile. So, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.

I apologize to any of you who sit by your computer, anxiously awaiting my next post. (assuming anyone actually does that.) The wait is gonna be a bit longer this time.

I will be back, I promise. Just not sure when. But, I need a little time.

Hopefully, I will reward your patience. Thanks so much for following me this far. I genuinely appreciate your support.

Meantime, I wish you love, peace, health and happiness.

Later, y’all. 😘