The attention span of a gnat
As one gets older one would think that patience and attention span would increase.
Sadly, for me that is not the case…
With distractions at every turn it gets harder and harder to stay focused on one thing longer than it takes to get out of bed.
Getting out of bed is one thing that does take longer these days…
The first iPhone I got was a couple months after they were released. The thinking then was that even at five hundred dollars it was still cheaper than a new laptop. Besides, I would have access to the Internet anywhere there was a cell signal.
Right on both counts…
But the down side to ubiquitous Internet and a plethora of apps is deciding exactly what to do with it.
After a while you get the feeling you’re missing out on something and find yourself in hot pursuit of the next big thing. Even while people are trying to talk to you in person.
For Gods sake can’t they tell I’m busy…how rude of them trying to have a real conversation while I’m trying to follow all my peeps on twitter and Facebook.
Not to mention the endless Googling for important information…
What…? Did you say something…?
Hence, the lack of patience. Mostly with myself because I’ve become trapped, a prisoner of all things immediate and as a consequence find myself missing out on real life.
Too many distractions too much time wasted on what magnitude earthquake just hit Sumatra and missing the cute little smile my new granddaughter just made. When I should have the camera app cued up so as to take a snapshot of that cute smile.
Somebody stop me…
All things can be good in moderation. It just seems that technology lends itself to needing intervention rather than being used for good.
Like a six year old still sucking on a pacifier in public. Watching people with their smartphones tapping away constantly to God knows who and why is just as disconcerting.
We each have our weaknesses…the hard part is keeping them in check.
Sorry this post ran down so many rabbit holes…the latest stock quotes were coming across the ticker.
As always…I must be off.
Presumed innocent…
Went to work last night at ten thirty. Got home this morning around eight. Drove to the justice building at quarter till nine this morning for jury duty. Got home a little after four this afternoon.
Between nine this morning and four this afternoon was some of the most painfully boring yet interesting hours I’ve experienced in a long time.
Over one hundred sixty citizens answered the call and only thirty three were chosen. Of that thirty three only fifteen will actually serve. Twelve jurors and three alternates.
Getting to the final fifteen was a real civics lesson…
I’m not sure though if what transpired today is exactly what the founding fathers had in mind.
The prosecution and the defense each had three attorneys. Each team had their respective investigators numbering around seven total. There were the judge, bailiffs, clerks and sheriff deputies in attendance as well. All of them paid by tax dollars in one form or the other.
All there along with the rest of us because of one idiot that ‘allegedly’ shot his parents. A double tap to the head on his father and a single tap to the head on his mom. Both shot with a .45 that has yet to be recovered, he’s also charged with ‘tampering with physical evidence’ for ditching the gun.
Today was all about culling down the jury to the most impartial panelists that the prosecution and defense could both agree on.
Getting there was both tedious and enlightening…
The prosecution seemed pretty sure of their evidence. The defense seemed just as sure they could pick it apart.
The edification on certain matters by the judge and finally the dull, wanting to be menacing, stares from the sheriff deputies.
Just a brief debrief of what I witnessed/suffered through today…
It wasn’t a total loss…I think the court will pay me twelve dollars for my participation.
Yippee…
As always…I must be off.
Hey there little one…
Bella made her first visit to our house tonight. In case you didn’t know, she is our latest grandchild. She arrived on earth January 3rd at 8:36pm. Since then she has made a quiet yet profound impact, at least on me.
I sit here this minute watching her sleep feeling a mixture of envy and awe. Her small features and fresh skin, that new smell that only babies have. She also happens to have a disarming smile that has the power to make you go weak in the knees.
She has stirred feelings that have been dormant for some time now. For now, at least, the numbness has been replaced with a measured bliss.
Amazing the power a newborn can have on the aged. Of course it has a bit more impact knowing that some of my blood curses through her veins and some of Dads as well.
I guess we really never die…
As long as we have progeny we live on in them.
Watching her now makes me happy beyond words…and quietly anxious thinking of the world she’s just entered. Hoping that one day she too will sit and stare at her progeny with the same sense of wonder that I feel now.
As always…I must be off.
Pendulum swings…
The obvious…a new year has begun…well, six days ago.
So far it’s been a pendulum swing…
On the third we welcomed Baby Bella to the world. She is our daughters newest addition and is of course cute beyond words and better yet…healthy. I’ve only seen pictures so far due to the fact that there is an upper respiratory thing going on in my chest and it would be uncool to expose Bella to what ever it is.
Thus a pendulum swing…
So many days have passed since the last entry due in part to lack of enthusiasm and material.
I haven’t really gauged just how this year will pan out. Mostly because it’s so new but also since an emotional event has occurred in the birth of a new grandchild and I feel numb about it. That’s not meant to be insulting or demeaning just a fact.
Of course just because the calendar says it’s a new year it’s still just a few days removed from the last. So getting all giddy about a new year and resolutions and such is more an exercise in fooling oneself than experiencing a real transformation. These things take time not just a new calendar.
I’ve avoided these pages of late due to what you’ve read so far today…
Being a buzz kill is not something I aspire to, but has come to the fore by default. For any number of reason’s, still not very appetizing.
To play along I will state a resolution, that what gets written here in the coming days, weeks, month, year…will be a bit more upbeat. Less about numbness and more about the fun things that go on around the house of Curmudgeon.
To the first post of the new year…may it be the last downer.
As always…I must be off.
Because I can…
No tags…
No reason…
Because I can…
I own this domain…
Really, I paid good money to own kentuckycurmudgeon.com
It’s mine…for now.
As such I can pretty much do what I want.
So if I don’t want to use tags today then by God there’s no tags.
Have you noticed a disproportionate amount of “I’s” in today’s post…”me” too.
I often try to avoid me, myself and I on these pages. Makes the place a bit too egotistical. But today it’s all about me and how “I” feel.
I’m mad as hell that’s what…
2011 is coming to a close and I got a few words to say about it.
It sucked…
I used to be a sailor so that’s putting it effing mildly.
I lost my Dad this year…I was told I could loose my job this year…my son was told he may have to go to Afghanistan this year…2011 has been a pain in the ass and I for one will be glad when the nightmare is over.
We each have our crosses to bear and we each handle them differently.
These pages have been used by me to bear the different crosses I’ve had to carry this year. I thought expressing my feelings about losing Dad would help but in the end it’s caused even more confusion. Somehow, writing about it just prolonged the inevitable…I’m mad as hell and there’s damn little I can do about it other than wax poetic. Bullshit on that…
My son was given the choice of a year in Afghanistan or resign his commission. Really…?!!!…What kind of country do we live in that penalizes those that do their job and rewards the shiftless?!!!
What the fuck…? Over…
Sorry Mom…
Like I said…I used to be a sailor…
This could get really ugly…so before it does I’ll just say this…
2011…kiss my ass!!!
Wow…!!!
That felt really good…
May civility and a contrite heart be forthcoming. Until them…2011…up yours…!
As always…I must be off.
