Attention to Detail

I have known a few. As a big picture person, I have a tendency to overlook details. It both helps and hurts in my writing. It helps me develop good plots and then I leave out words or even phrases.

Look at Mickey Spillane. He wrote his first book in nineteen hours. Then he sent it, as is, to a publisher. How many folks can do that sort of thing on a typewriter?

When I was in the Marines, I met a few men who very, very rarely made mistakes. It’s not that they corrected them. They didn’t make them in the first place.

I think, if I were put in a position of great responsibility, I would like to surround myself with folks like that. They just might make me look very good.

Daily writing prompt
What is something others do that sparks your admiration?

I Think Old Joe Is Confused

I guess that’s not new. However, in one breath he says the border is under control, then two minutes later his FBI says we have multiple threats.

So what is it, Joe? Are we safe or are we threatened? If the terror threats are so bad, don’t you think maybe you went wrong somewhere along the way? Don’t you think you should spend more time chasing down the threats instead of chasing down the grandma strolling a short distance in front of the Capitol building.

I suspect it is about power. I think they don’t want to lose their ability to listen in our private conversations.

OH! I GET IT! I just figured it out. The threat is the old grandma. She’s the one they want to toss in prison… in isolation.

That Night Owl, Me

The vast majority of my life, I worked nights. Now that I am retired, I have a very difficult waking with the sun. Actually, so does my wife.

My wife and I had to go to the doctor’s today to get some blood drawn. What a double whammy. Do not like waking early. Do not like being poked with needles.

At any rate, after being poked and prodded for a while, we are returning home and soon we will be checking our eye lids for holes. I am sure we will both have sawed our share of logs.

Well. Not quite yet. I must make a phone call, that is, if I can remain awake.

THE RACE IS ON

Memphis, with a little over 600 thousand and falling has had 352 murders this year. I understand the city is in a race with NY, NY 8.5 million folks. From what I understand, the race is closer than some in Memphis would like to admit.

On the other hand, those in NY, NY, have something of which to brag. Those in NY, NY may suggest that Mephians might want to move to NY, NY where the per-capita murder rate is so much lower. And just think, they have such good football teams too.

Cover-ups?

If there is one thing experience has taught me about cover-ups, especially government cover-ups, if it looks like a cover-up, then someone probably is trying to hide something.

It seems far more so in the case of the assassination of JFK. They performed a very lengthy investigation; then, they said about as little as possible. Finally they said the rest would be kept under wraps for fifty years.

As those of us who saw it all unfold patiently waited, one event after the next casts more and more shadows. If I remember right, a DA conducted an investigation from his office and lost 2 maybe 3 witnesses in a very untimely manner. Conveniently, they kept dying.

Others have tried to investigate while apparently obstacles were tossed into the way, from somewhere on high. And then, after the 50 years, guess what. They don’t release but a small portion of the remaining info.

Regardless of anything else, regardless of anything that happened or didn’t happen, I am convinced that something is being hid. For what reason, I haven’t a clue. Whatever it is must be awfully embarrassing to someone. Otherwise, why would so many go to such lengths to hide it.

Just thought of one thing more and it is important enough for me to add a little more. This year, as they have been reminding us, makes it 60 years. Still some of the info remains hidden from the public.

  1. Why must it remain hidden?
  2. How do we know that it is truly in safekeeping and not “misplaced,” for forever and a day.

When I Sing

I sing when I’m in a crowd and no one can hear me. I sing when I’m alone in my car and the windows are up. The thing is, when I sing, I make sure no one will hear me. I always make sure I will make no one will suffer.

Before recording equipment was common, I used to think I had a wonderful powerful voice. Well, I do have a powerful voice. However, I was so disappointed the first time I heard what my voice sounds like.

I was disappointed even with my speaking voice. But when I heard my attempts at singing I realized no one should ever have to hear that. It would be torture.

I really don’t understand. To myself, without the use of recording, to me, I sound so good.

I’m told that it is, at least partially because much of what I hear is the sound that travels through my bones. It makes me wonder. Is there a way of making a microphone that will pickup the sound from my bones, so it will sound the way I hear it.

As far as I know, there is no such thing. So when I sing, I make sure I am alone, in my car, closed up well in my house or the like. I sing when I make sure I am in a large group, where no one will notice me. Even so, I am careful to keep my volume below those around me.

It really is aggravating because I really do love to sing, or I should say try to sing. I must admit, I grossly disobey the 10th Commandment when I see some of these people. Leroy Anderson is proficient on a dozen or so instruments and his specialty was the trumpet, my favorite. Not only that, but he wrote wonderful music; from Sleigh Ride, to Trumpeter’s Holiday and Blue Tango. I have tried to play instruments and it was a horrible disaster. I can’t help but think the Anderson got 1 or 2 shares of mine of talent that was inteded for me.

Why is that so many of these singers and musicians are blessed with those wonderful voices and I was just passed over. I don’t even care about the money aspect. I would just love to be able to make sounds that would not encourage people to put their fingers in their ears.

Then, when I hear those with really great voices waste them in singing trash, it hurts right to my toes. You see, I can’t sing. I can’t even play a kazoo. However, one thing the Lord did give me was the ability to tell the difference between good music and trash.

I have hundreds of recordings of really good music. I have been blessed with hearing uncountable other wonderful songs that I wish I had recordings of.

As to when I hear the trash, as to when it comes to some of that horrid repetitive noises, I would just as soon wear a good set noise canceling headphones.

The thing is, I don’t make others listen to the noise I make. I wish others would have the consideration to do the same.

My Favorite Place to Hunt & Fish

In answer to the prompt about eating meat

To some degree, I do understand the concepts behind being a vegetarian. I have heard a few. Dining on nothing but veggies and fruits does seem as if it might help a person remain healthier. I mean, I listen to the doctors and it would seem that meats are full of all sorts of horrible stuff.

However, at 74, I’ve seen vegetarians pass on, same as most of us omnivores. However, I do believe some are more sensitive to meat and meat byproducts than others. I have seen folks badly sick almost instantly recover by giving up meat.

On the other hand, there are some that eating bread can bring on death. If I permitted my wife, she would like to eat nothing but peanut butter. Nowadays, we know peanuts are virtually poison to some. By the way, I do like peanuts. From time to time, I eat them by the handfull. It is a very good alternative source of protein.

Are some people sensitive to meat, apparently. Others not so much. We are different. I suspect it is because we have different ansesestry.

Some folks like to go hunting and fishing. I don’t go in for that sort of thing myself. I don’t like killing things. However, I don’t have anything against others doing it. As they say, I do my hunting and fishing at the supermarket. I hate it, but it does amount to the same thing. I just don’t have to deal with the actual shedding of blood.

I don’t know what I’d do if all of a sudden, I had to do all my own hunting and slaughtering. It just might turn me into a vegetarian.

However, as to if it is wrong, I have it on great authority that there is nothing wrong with it. After the flood, God gave us permission to eat flesh. In Exodus, God told us to eat the passover dinner, which included meat. In the story of the wayword son, Jesus speaks of killing the fatted calf. Finally, the proof positive, Jesus prepared fish for his deciples and Himself.

In the old Testament, God makes it quite clear that without the shedding of blood, there is no forgiveness. Cain’s sacrifice was not acceptable because it contained no animal sacrifice.

I remember the first time reading through the first 5 books and thinking how horrible it was. There was the sacrifice for this and for that. I guess it is a picture of just how horrible sin is that it requires so much sacrifice.

However, how quickly things changed. In the old testament, the sacrice was an animal. In the new testament, suddenly, the sacrifice was a man. Not just any man, but the Son of God.

I have often thought, in order for me to live, He had to die. Up until that time, the sacrifices were temporary and a portrait of what was to come. When Jesus gave Himself, it was the real thing and permanent, past, presnt and future. The need for animal sacrifice went away. The picture was replaced with reality.

Maybe the vegetarian doesnt really see the full significance of the image. I mean, when we eat meat, that animal dies so I can live. Jesus really did die so we can live. More than that, He did it willingly. It is the primary reason He was born into this world.

He prayed that if there was any other way, but there wasn’t. So He laid down His life for us. By the way, that puts the exclamation point to the statement that there is no other way… no other religion will work!

As a side note, it tells us how horrible our sin is. No other sacrifice is sufficient. No other payment will work.

Yes. I eat meat. God said it’s okay. Still I don’t like it that animals must die for my benefit. I have faith in Jesus for my salvation. I believe He died for me. I don’t like it that my sin was the reason for His death. It is something that I will never be able to repay Him for, but maybe I ought to try. For sure I ought to give Him all my thanks and all the credit. He really did earn it, you know.

A Re-Visit of the Prompt, Trusting Instincts

I have had a while to think it over. I don’t think I have changed my mind a lot, but maybe there is something to trusting instincts, more than before.

One day, while visiting my doctor, he said something that amazed me. He said there are more nerve cells in the intestines than in the brain. Now you could have knocked me over with a feather when he said that. I mean, the brain is where we do the thinking, right. However, he is the doctor. I would most certainly have to defer to him on such things, especially considering he was a GI specialist.

Now, that does bring up the question, do we do any thinking with our gut. Just think about that last time you received that really bad news. Was it in the head you hurt or in your belly? When you get nervous, do you get butterflies in your head or in your stomach? When you get one of those really uneasy feelings about something, just where is it that you feel uneasy?

To be sure, when something bad happens, does it not effect our digestion? Do we not feel better all over when we discover it is all okay again?

It has caused me to speculate some. Do we actually feel things in the gut, that is besides that over-spiced dinner you had last night? I do wonder if any experiments have been done. Has anyone with a bunch of letters after his or her name looked into the matter? Would it profit us some if we did pay more attention to gut feelings?

Maybe, when I had that doctor’s attention, I should have asked him these questions. If there is anyone out there who has some expertise in gut decisions, he or she might leave me a word or two as a comment. Perhaps, one of two out there might have benefited from a gut choice that you would like to tell us about.

I know that there are ways for setting up a poll but I don’t know how. Maybe you can just leave a brief word or two. And, please, keep it clean. Not only is it my preference, but it is conceivable that children might read it. Besides, it follows one of my main rules, respect others. Just because you like to use profanity does not mean everyone likes to read or hear it.