GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS

A Rememberamble for Wednesday, September 03, 2025 ..... Well, it had to happen! I knew the day would come when after having written countless thousands and thousands of pages of news, rhyme, prose, fiction, history, non-fiction, satire, humor, devotionals, diatribes, tomes, compositions, essays, wry observations, commentary, editorials, columns, prayers, this, that and the other thing, about everything including the kitchen sink, that I would...oops, I forget my point here, you know, about what I was going to say!

Well, dangit, I took so long in the beating around of the bush about it, that I done and plum forgot it. Whatever "it" was. Well, I reckon I 'bout as well forget about what I forgot, and get to it. Okay, speaking of food...where is a laugh emoji when you need one...I was thinking about how many Asian cultures have some very good food, and in some ways it is world class, but they do not know the joy of tearing into a big ole hunk of meat. It is like some big ole granny-san in the sky cuts it all up into bite-size pieces for them.

And, like some ancient mama bird feeding crickets to her nestlings' open-mouthed gullets. Those grown people can't pull their own pork...sorry, but that sounds ugly...,pick their own fish, eat a whole piece of chicken with the bones in, tackle a rack of ribs, gnaw a whole, braised, cow-brisket, and I doubt they could deal with a chocolate birthday cake that didn't float down from heaven already chopped into bite-size pieces. I don't know if they have regular old murders over there like we do, if so, I doubt the police ever find a whole body.

Matt will probably edit this one to bits...yeah, just like the Asians would do!! Hahahah! Earlier today I was waxing philosophical, and the question came to me, "is the seat of humanity in the heart or the mind?" Some ancient cultures, well really, many ancient cultures were what is called "cardiocentric." Meaning they believed that the heart was where emotion, passion, thought, and intelligence resided, not the brain. Now, me and probably you also, can literally feel or intuit that yourself and all that defines you, is in your head.

When I think, ponder or react, I feel it arising behind my eyes and between my ears. However, strong emotions are felt in the heart, but do not originate there. Again, few things are absolute, and some believe the heart plays a role in some things we give our brain complete credit for. There is both anecdotal and scientific indications that some of our body's organs carry some memories and awareness of ourselves. It is possible that those who have received organ transplants may, in some rare cases experience emotions of and some fleeting memories of the donor.

I do not find that hard to believe, as some might. Our body, and ourself is of its nature, ours alone, not ever having been a part of the body of another, not naturally. It stands to reason that organs might well have some level of participation in awareness of self, and might be transferred to an organ recipient. Of course this is conjecture on my part, as it is not proven science...yet. A while back, I was talking to someone who suffered from some level of insanity, they knew it and so did I. We even joked about it.

I reminded him that he was not completely insane, and to work with his sane self to accomplish things. I counseled him to literally, "not let his insanity stop him from doing sane things." It seemed quite a revelation to him. I am no trained psychiatrist, therapist, psychoanalyst, counselor, or psychotherapist, but I do have enough mental illness that I think equips me to be able to spout all manner of such advice. Never take your Ford truck to a Chevy mechanic...or something like that.

I chuckle to myself at times when I write things that I know bring a smile to my reader's faces, but I also understand that sometimes we get a new member who does not know to read my writing with a silly grin, and not a frown, if not, they will leave and runaway, runaway, RUNAWAY! They will be certain they have come across the rantings of a crazy man. It reminds me of one Sunday afternoon in the mid-1970s when I drove over to visit my paternal grandparents as I usually did back then.

Ma and Pa were watching an old Red Buttons movie on their small black and white television. You know, he was not really himself in black and white, now was he? He was not red. Okay, I had to throw that lil joke in, but my point is, Ma's mind was slipping a bit even then, and she really did think that Red Buttons was crazy, acted the fool so, that they ought not to let him on television. She was laughing at his antics, but felt bad about laughing at a crazy man like him, and was concerned that they get him some help.

I know many must have fled for their lives after checking our group out, in a similar manner. You know, I did a similar daily post years ago here on the group, but it was not so well received and it was not enjoyable for me so I ended it. When I decided to try it again, it was well received and fun, and it still is. If it ever ceases to be fun, I will curtail it once more, but do not foresee that happening, not now. We have grown together in this group and it has changed us for the better,

I really believe that. I am not uptight or worried about being myself, or stirring the pot at this place and time that we have arrived at together. There was a long while that it was not so much fun running this group, because folks regularly got mad with me and left. I had to learn things myself, about myself, and make some changes in me. That has made all the difference. I am at all times ready and willing to learn to be a better me. And, why not? Imagine if I had not been taught lessons here by you, this would not be what it is for any of us.

But I can honestly say, that none of this kind and loyal attention and friendship from so many of you, has made me proud or boastful at all. I think my family and friends would verify that. If a stranger asks me what I do, I always replied in honesty, "I drive a log truck," then more recently, "I drive a truck hauling chicken litter (doodie)," or now, "I am a retired truck driver who hauled chicken litter (doodie)." I used the word "retired," but it sounds better than out-of-work doodie hauler, with no income.

It will be at least a couple of months before they do my cataract surgery, and maybe then I can go back to work. We shall see...pun intended! I was planning to draw my Social Security benefits next month at age 67, but there is a hitch in that plan that I don't want to go into. Hopefully we can get that resolved. As the great Scottish poet Robert Burns said famously, "the best-laid plans of mice and men, often go awry." It is worrisome, but I know Jesus, and He calls me friend.

And, remember, worrying to the point of sickness is a sin, our late beloved Donald Atkinson taught me that

. I will smile and rejoice in the day if you will join me in the doing of it! We love y'all, and appreciate your faithfulness here. Numbers 6: 24-26 KJV ..... we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, & me