Share Your World – April 17, 2017


 

Share Your World – April 17, 2017

Share Your World – April 17, 2017

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When writing by hand do you prefer to use a pencil or pen?

Probably pencil since it has an eraser but due to past carpal tunnel syndrome and arthritis my handwriting is illegible. My handwriting could be the but of those doctor handwriting jokes. Back when doctors used to write paper prescriptions. In New York doctors usually no longer write paper prescriptions as per a New York State Law requiring all prescriptions to be submitted directly to the patients pharmacy via computer.

Would you rather be an amazing dancer or an amazing singer?

Dancer. I admire the Nicholas Brothers, Gregory Hines and Savion Glover.

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you were on a debate team, what subject would you relish debating?

That’s a difficult question to answer. I used to be good at public speaking because it was a requirement of my previous job. Now you could not get me up on a podium unless you paid me $1 Million dollars. Nerves, anxiety and panic attacks would have me running off the stage, then again that would make a good topic, “Why I suck at public speaking.”

The only other subject I could discuss without appearing to be a complete idiot or fool would be on the subject of Autism, my relationship with my brother Stephen and Why Adult Siblings of Autistic Adults Matter.  Autism programs, services and organizations only cater to parents and once the parents are deceased and the individual with Autism is an Adult you are forgotten as well as the needs of Adult Siblings which are not addressed.  There is a serious Lack of Support Services for Adult Siblings trying to take of their developmentally disabled siblings.  My Life is a constant Struggle.

What are you a “natural” at doing?

Writing and photography.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

Warm weather. Looking forward to my vacation next month and summer.

 

 

 

 

 

Share Your World – 2016 Week 31


 

Share Your World – 2016 Week 31

Share Your World – 2016 Week 31

 

With your answers, please remember we are in the SYW world which may not always match our reality.

080116clownWhat is your favorite part of the town/city you live in.  And what Country do you live?

I Love New York City. The energy!! The Vibe! Not always the weather but I Love New York for the diversity and variety of activities. Many of these activities are FREE!! NYC has many services for the poor, disabled and needy. Also the availability of transportation. Pretty much the buses and subways run 24/7/365. I don’t drive anymore because of my eyesight. If I Lived in the country I’d be stuck in the house because I’d have to wait on somebody to take me out. So Boring.

Country: U.S.A.

Would you rather wear clown shoes every day or a clown wig every day?

Wig. My walking is labored because of arthritis so if I had to wear Clown Shoes I’d be tripping and falling constantly.

Minnie the Clown
Minnie the Clown

Which way does the toilet paper roll go? Over or under?

Under.

What do you do to make a living or during the day?  If you are retired what mostly occupies your day? Or if you are a student what are you studying?

I’m a writer/photographer who during the day masquerades as a museum security guard. Looking forward to retiring in Autumn 2018!!

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

The ability to Blog. I’ve been sick for at least the last few weekends and two days last week but at least I was able to Blog. I look forward to getting better. Hopefully.

 

The Clown Shoes are from Cee’s Blog!

 

 

All Gone Wrong


 

The driverless truck is coming, and it’s going to automate millions of jobs

All Gone Wrong! All Gone Wrong!! My twin brother Brian would squawk that phrase all day long after the accident.  No Thanks to a traumatic brain injury Brian’s broken brain was forever stuck somewhere between ages eight and nine sometimes regressing to three or four on exceptionally bad days. Bryce hated seeing him like that on his visits to Sunnybrook Acres Restorative Brain Rehabilitative Brain Center where no restoration or rehabilitation every took place. Like Robby the Robot from the old-time TV program “Lost in Space” auto warnings of “Danger Will Robinson!” And now things would go wrong and there would be danger.

Bryce stopped his meditations on Brian to concentrate on the task at hand. Vengeance. Retribution for a Twin gone wrong.  The movies “Speed” and “Taking of the Pelham 1-2-3” had deposited unholy seeds inside his mentally twisted brain, seeds which took root and spawned a new way to spread real life horror.

Bryce sat inside the Command Center his attention riveted to the blinking lights, dials and buttons on the Control Panel. Having sequestered himself in a high security area of the Command Center he checked and adjusted the coordinates of each convoy of Driver-less Trucks approaching various metro areas.

In the background his iPod churned out the sweet refrains of Gordon Lightfoot’s “If You could read my mind Love…..”  He liked Gordon Lightfoot’s easy listening music. Something you could tap your toes to and still concentrate on the task at hand. Soothing.

Gordon Lightfoot – If You Could Read My Mind (’74)

 

The convoy of Self-driving trucks drove mindlessly past required weigh stations, through Closed Bridge Tolls and one by one down into the midnight watery abyss as the bridge had washed out hours ago and frantic dispatchers were unable to reprogram any of the maniacally rapidly reproducing rogue trucks. If the situation wasn’t so dire it could have been funny with internal wishes for the days of “Breaker. Breaker One. Nine.”  Over now ancient outdated relics once known as C.B. radios.

Bryce from his locked perch at the Master Control Center smiled as he calmly bit into a ham and cheese sandwich smothered with mayo washed down with gulps of diet soda silently rejoicing over how easy it had been to rigged the undercarriage of these self-driving 18 wheelers with explosives set to detonate at gas stations, nuclear reactor plants, on bridges, inside city tunnels and as they barreled through densely populated metro areas.

In his mind he could hear the explosions, cries for help, dead bodies and disembodied limbs strewn everywhere and he could mentally envision the devastation as truck convey carried out it’s masters wicked plans. One man so quiet, so understated, seemingly so committed to corporations success yet so devious.  When so much hurt, anger, pain, and sadness fester inside the mind one becomes a cesspool cauldron of sadistic schemes to right perceived wrongs.  A singular moment of rage can last a lifetime in it’s efforts to truncate the lives of others.

Trucks that normally carried frozen and/or fresh foods, furniture, auto parts, etc….now carried death and thanks to the efficiency of inter/intra state highway systems which made it easier to spread destruction across the nation.

The deaths of others meant nothing to him as he had died emotionally, mentally and psychologically those many years ago…. and no amount of counseling, therapy, electrical cerebral cortex stimulation or happy pills could resurrect any signs of peace, purity or innocence if those had actually existed within him in the first place. His was a heart of vulcanized rubber mechanically beating within a dead soul chamber. Dissonant discordant symphonies played over and over again within his thoughts.

Revenge was sweet. Not revenge against that sleep deprived truck driver who so many years ago had changed his family’s dynamic in a way that no amount of their parent’s unlimited dollars could fix but vengeance against those trucking corporate megaliths who were the true perpetrators of injustice. Injustice that changed Brian from an active, dynamic, vivacious child who was now a drooling, adult diaper wearing, rocking idiot who repeated that hopeless refrain “All Gone Wrong” like a broken record stuck in an unforgiving groove with no hope for improvements despite that fact wealthy parents who could purchase the best doctors and medical techniques known to modern science. The tow-headed twins are no more for one now lies broken like Humpty Dumpty. We are he thought a family capsized like a pleasure boat caught inside a sudden unexpected storm.

Volcanic lava heated passions simmering then bubble over unable to be contained by saner whispering angels now drowned out who return to the creator defeated. Injustice that must be punished at all costs!

To Be Continued…………………….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SHARE YOUR WORLD – 2016 WEEK 10


 

Share Your World – 2016 Week 10

 

What would you ask for if a genie granted you three wishes?

Good health

Loads and Loads of Money. I want to be Rich. I want to be Wealthy because Rich people have options that poor people don’t have!

More time with my brother Stephen.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0058815/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Dream_of_Jeannie

 

What experiences are most meaningful to you?

Spending time with my brother Stephen.

Writing

Photography

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

At first I wanted to be a Mommy  then as I got older I realized I wanted to work outside the home like my Daddy.  For a while I thought I was going to be an Artist because I enjoyed drawing and sketching. Finally in my later teenage years I wanted to be a writer. Well I’m neither a Mommy nor an Artist. I do write but I don’t get paid to do so and I doubt I’ll every make a living as a writer. Lucky for me Writing is something I will always do whether I ever get published or not.

Complete this sentence:  The best day of my life was…. 

Earning my BA in English and graduating from Marymount Manhattan College in May 2002!!

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Grateful for last week’s vacation and time spent with my brother Stephen this past weekend. Looking forward to next weekend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Approaching My 3rd Act


3rd Act

Wisdom. Understanding. My Truth. Freedom. Moving towards my 3rd Act ~ Age 60 but not yet there. What aging was for my mother’s and grandmother’s generations is a whole new ballgame for me and I’m a Free Agent enjoying the ride.

I’ve been thinking about how I see myself as opposed to how other see me. Slowly I’m freeing myself from the constraints of youth. Actually I’m happier and more pleased with myself that I ever was 30 or even 20 years ago. I’m not running behind or chasing some man. Nor am I desperate to be in a relationship. Even in the face of emotional pain and heartbreak I have the courage to step away from a relationship that I know will never work and is not meant to be. I ignore the preconceived notions of what a woman should be. Of course like every other human being on this earth I deal with insecurities, fears, obstacles, all human faults and fragilities.  After all you gotta break some eggs to make an omelet.

Each decade brings its own crises and a new set of questions and self-knowledge at least for those who are honest.  In my 20s was my wild and crazy time. My 30s a decade of challenge where life’s tables were turned as I lost both my parents within the space of three years. My 40s I became more self-aware as my intellectual and academic lives merged and soared higher than a spaceship reaching for an unknown planet. As the economy crashed and burned after 2006 my life also took an unexpected detour actually several unexpected and in some cases unpleasant detours. Turning 50 in 2009 brought new possibilities but new queries. Health challenges via high blood pressure and a mini-stroke, retina surgery, vision loss. Changing lifestyle in my quest towards well-being and dealing with my new menopausal body.  My new friend Mr. Arthur Itis who decided to make his presence known in a powerful way earlier this year. Stilling fighting Arthur with exercise but to be honest sometimes Arthur wins!!  Yet in my mind I’m dancing. In my dreams I’m still that idealistic eighteen year old young woman who was always ready for the next adventure in life! Nowadays my body does not always obey my minds commands but I’m excited about my Third Act. After listening to Jane Fonda’s Ted Talk on new ways to view aging I’m looking forward to turning Sixty!!

Comfort levels also change as one gets older. In some areas of life one gets not only older but bolder. In other areas there is some hesitation born out of experience and caution. I find it is never good to make split second decisions especially if I’m angry or upset. Sleeping on it and allowing myself a good cry enables me to cleanse my system of sadness and worry. Letting my emotions out vents my soul then I can put things into perspective instead of committing self-sabotage. Also it’s okay to just stop. Stop. Put it to the side until I’m in my right mind. Screw all the people who tell me to keep going. Everyone needs a break. Sometimes I just need to sit for a few hours, day’s maybe even weeks and veg out.

Why be overwhelmed just to satisfy all the folks who want me to be strong, to be some fake, phony Super Woman who does not exist.  Even I’m guilty of looking at a girlfriend’s life and asking, “Why does she stay in that situation? Why not just pick up and leave?”  But in their life as in mine there are always extenuating circumstances that I will neither know nor understand. Hidden motivations that keep them in place because it is not yet time for them to move on.

There are thousands if not millions of voices out there disguised as “Life Coaches” and “Motivational Speakers” who demand you take control of your life on their terms but only you can make that decision. Only you know when is the right time to move onto the next phase, stage or level.  As the Bible says you cannot put new wine into old wineskins. The most important voice you need to listen to is your own.

Queen Tiye
Queen Tiye

Despite the fact that financially I’m struggling that struggle does not define me. I still pursue my writing and photography dreams though I may never “get paid.” Writing and photography are my heart and soul passions that are beyond material gain. There is no need to sacrifice who I am to meet the outlooks of society.  Art is Life! Back in Feb. 2014 when I turned 55 my Theme Song was I’m Still Here. Next year I’m Bringing back Sexy because it never left. By Age 56 Feb. 2015, I’m Taking it to the Next Phase!  Third Act ~ I’m on my way!!

Ted Talk

http://www.ted.com/talks/jane_fonda_life_s_third_act