Fog

I forgot how much I missed it . So many years have passed since I remember foggy days and nights, but when I woke up this morning, I could not see across the street to my neighbors’ houses.

Of course in England we had the proverbial “thick as pea soup” fog that severely limited car travel. If you’ve ever tried to put two cars (other than Mini-Coopers) on the same narrow country road, you know what I’m talking about.

Fog shrouds everything in mystery, but benignly.

We used to run wild on the Embassy grounds. There were four of us military dependents and we would play a game called Suicide (kids!).

The middle of the compound was a perfect square. Something like 90 feet.

We would each go to a corner. Someone would shout, and you had to close your eyes and run as fast as you possibly could, blinded by the dense fog.

We stopped playing the game when my friends Jonnie and Barry collided and fucked each other up pretty bad.

I used to love taking girls out on dates in England in the fog. You could pretty much guarantee that they would be holding on tightly as you amble through the mist.

The sun is starting to burn a hole through the fog and anyone can tell you the danger of sunburn even on a cloudy, foggy day. Days like this are anathema to the Domestic Despot, her skin is too sensitive to the sun (smart move living in Arizona for thirty years).

There are some country roads here in southern Ohio that I would never think of using in this type of fog. Some of the curvy, up and down, winding roads seem like a real game of suicide and not the kids’ version of my youth.

There is another fog that is the most dangerous of all: the fog between your ears.

Not perceiving clearly.

Not thinking clearly.

Not reasoning clearly.

Granted, no one is crystalline, but come on people (I am including myself here) can’t we even try to bridge this theater of fear and hatred which we all had a part in making?

Finger pointing is as juvenile as it sounds, but that is what the politicians of BOTH parties consume their working (insert chuckle here) days with while half of the American people once again plot to improve their lot by ignoring the rules instead of concentrating their efforts on changing the rules.

Meanwhile it is business as usual.

Nothing gets done.

And what the hell? Those of you that are able….go to work.

I’m an old, retired guy and it offends my sensibilities that there are lazy unmotivated people trying to take advantage of a global shitstorm. Get off your ass and take a drive. You will see “Now Hiring” signs up everywhere.

News Flash!

The world does not owe you a living.

Stop.

Apply.

Have some pride in what you do and how you represent yourself in your all-too-brief stay here on planet Earth.

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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