Another Day

Walking and blogging are pretty much the same in the respect that you know you have to do each of them, but you don't really have the energy or desire to go out in all kinds of less-than-perfect weather to walk, and you all to often find that you have nothing of serious import to blog about. I don't like putting words down that don't have some intent to moving a reader in a direction that may be beneficial for growth. Because of that I haven't blogged for a few days. The think tank has all of these ideas floating around bumping up against one another in there and the weather hasn't been all that conducive to my 20-minute-mile walk either. So I missed a day here and there of walking just as I missed a few days of blogging. The body told me about my avoidance this morning when I finally did set out afoot and now the mind is complaining about having to come up with something original and, hopefully, interesting. Probably the only thing I might be consistent at is breathing, and even that gets interrupted by my apnea if I fall asleep without my CPAP mask on. So, I guess the real reason I haven't walked or blogged with regularity is that, if anything, I'm consistently inconsistent.

I like that idea. Consistently inconsistent. It's an oxymoron if I ever saw one. And, as with most oxymorons, it makes sense except when considering its individual parts. I'm only consistent in my being inconsistent. Now that makes me think.

I like to think. I think that I'm a thinker. Am I therefore a thinker? I can't say. I only know that I ideas of all kinds intrigue me. I remember as a kid imagining that I had a miniature walkie talkie, the military portable radio of the Second World War and the Korean conflict. My walkie talkie was a simple little razor-blade container that I'd poked a wire into as an antenna. I talked to other make-believe troops and I fought uncountable military actions around and through the neighborhood as well as in the back yard. I always dreamed of one day being able to carry one of them around with me, thinking how "neat" it would be to be able to talk with someone else via something so small and portable. That was in the early Fifties when transistors were just coming into use. Now, I carry a portable phone and rue the day that the invention hit the market. It gave too many people justification to be rude anywhere and everywhere they wish. It also seems to have usurped the importance of in-person conversations since anytime a cell phone sounds during a conversation, its owner will immediately cut off the in-person conversation to sit with the phone to his or her ear and carry on a long dialogue there. This is the time when I'm tempted to get up and leave.

However, it does make me think about how much our courtesy to one another suffers due to the development and acceptance of new technology. It also makes me think of how many have benefitted from it. I have heart disease brought on by my own ignorance and stupidity, not to mention sloth. I also have high blood pressure. I feel a bit more comforted carrying the cell phone with me. I think that if and when I suffer a heart attack, I just might be alone, but also might be able to call for help via the cell phone. Then I'll just have to hope that help arrives in time to keep me from having my time card punched "Out."

Well, I know that we all have to leave one day. And I guess this is as good a point to leave this blog as any. Thanks for reading it.

Walk in Love and Peace.