Some Truth About Blogging

(Dustin 11/14/22 by STEVE KELLEY AND JEFF PARKER via comicskingdom.com)

I’m always amazed – and highly gratified – when I see a daily newspaper strip that gets things right. My definition of getting things right is – “natch,” as me long gone old mum would say – that the strip reflects something that’s part of my life.

Not because I’m egocentric in the extreme – oh no! – but because the older I get the more intimate situations I encounter that I am in absolutely no way prepared for, so seeing them portrayed in any medium eases my anxiety.

The Dustin strip above calmed me greatly for a while, but then I realized that no one Dustin’s age would be as awkward about creating a blog as Mister Eponymous Hero here. To be that clueless, you need to be an alte cocker like moi.

As an old fart (the proper English translation of alte cocker, yeah?) I shamelessly admit that long ago, during that other website I used to have, (which did pretty darned well) I learned to ignore the visitor counter so I wouldn’t lose heart and give up. I also shamelessly admit that the current visitor count of Larry Brody’s Blog is about one percent (1%) of the former site’s.

Because it turns out that becoming part of the Older Generation and spending time interacting with one’s peers goes even further toward accepting the slings and arrows of moment-to-moment life than Kurt Vonnegut’s always helpful occasionally lifesaving —

— “So it goes.” 

More Dustin awaits HERE

LYMI,
LB

My experience has taught me that– Part 2

(Official lyric video via YouTube)

Last week I posted that, to me, the most intriguing phrase in the English language is:

“And then everything changed.”

For those who’ve asked why I made that particular post, it boils down to the fact that even though I’ve had a previous cryosurgery for prostate cancer (a shade under three years ago), the do-over of that procedure (a shade over three weeks ago) has been more traumatic.

Not because of the result re cancer, which is that (again) it looks like it’s all gone, but because of the unexpected difficulty I’ve been having in recovering from the procedure itself. If there’s one thing I’m learning, it’s that I am indeed not the man I used to be such a short time before.

“It’s all about moving along, yeah?”

Throughout my life and career, moving along has been my catch phrase. I love the feeling of being in an ever-changing present.

That’s more difficult now, due to the fact that my ever-changing present currently is pretty damn full of various annoyances, aches, and pains so powerful that the only way to keep loving what’s happening is concentrate, concentrate, concentrate on the instants when the current annoyance, ache, or pain morphs into the next one.

In those instants I play the Hope Game, as in hoping that next feeling simply won’t show up.

I love Bowie’s Changes and always considered them mine as well. But I haven’t been able to find a Bowie Moving Along song to give me the smile I need in the instant I need it. I have, however, found this by Wes Montgomery, and, regardless of any other circumstances, as soon as I can feel somewhat comfortable sitting at my drums, I’ll very happily be playing along:

(Via YouTube, after much travail) Click image to play)

LYMI,
LB

My experience has taught me that– Part 1

(image by Nataliya Vaitkevitch via Pexels.Com)

…The four most exciting words in the world are:

“And then everything changed.”

…The four most frightening words in the world are:

“And then everything changed.”

Your mileage, of course, may vary. God knows that I go back and forth from one of these responses to the other at least a dozen times a day because:

“It’s all about moving along, yeah?”

LYMI,
LB