spry

I hope that I don’t get old enough to be described as “spry” anytime soon.

But….if I was really old, and someone was describing me as “spry”…..well, I suppose that it would be a compliment.

I guess the problem is when I start thinking of myself as spry.

Some of these mornings, though, I think I’d rise and take the bait if it meant that I felt spry.

Old and sore is sure a bad state of mind.

I’d rather be spry.

WTF?!! WTF?!! Robot Cat Companion for the Elderly?!! WT….Heck?

NO!!

No, no, no, no, no, no…..NO!!

What is going on in our society that we have to have robot cat companions for our elderly?!

There’s something pretty darn wrong in the world when this kind of weirdness is going on.

The Asian people used to have the older folks living with them…..a sign of reverence and love.

We give them robot cats.

It’s not even science fiction.

WT….Heck?

Next it will be something like this….suitable for all ages.

I’m Gonna Get a Beer….

Synopsis: House burns down, problems rebuilding…..decide to buy and convert a bus….travel and live in same bus….happy.

How about that?

Here’s another bus video with a laid back dude who just went out and made it happen.

That’s how it happens….you just start and keep going until you have some of what you need to know figured out.

You just start somewhere.

And….it doesn’t always take a house fire to get the ball rolling.

Just start.

BETTER GO!! I mean…I better get there….

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Someone I know had a dream where the um,…..potty situation was dire.

I mean….they dreamt that they really had to go.

They had to go….but the bed wasn’t the place for going….for going.

Going to the potty.

In the bed.

(wrong.)

So the statement, in their head, in the dream, was amended to ….”I better get there”.

When you think about it, our dreams must be saying a lot about what’s going on inside of us….deep, deep down inside.

Sometimes, they’re a warning.

It’s something telling us, “you better wake up….NOW!! Don’t potty in the bed”.

Not always….usually it’s something better than that.

It’s not always about peeing the bed.

Maybe it’s just knowing the difference between feeling that you have to go….and knowing what you have to do to get there.

It’s not just going….it’s knowing where to “get”.

It’s knowing where to get….to.

Going is easy….getting to the right place is hard.

But….isn’t that what a dream is for? To help us know that it’s time to go….and help us imagine what we need to do to get there?

And….it’s not always about peeing the bed, either.

Sometimes it’s about something a lot more important than peeing the bed.

That is deep as heck.

Shhhhhhhhhh….don’t tell the Neighbors!

Hah!

This dude bought this converted schoolbus from a high school shop class….who were selling their conversion project to help fund their art and outdoor programs.

Then he busted a move and bumped it up into his friend’s backyard.

Crazy Boulder, CO.

How about that?

So….he did it on the downlow but I will bet that his neighbors know that he’s there.

It’s hard to hide a 40 foot bus.

Someone’s going to notice, right?

Jenny says, “I’m bored with all these bus and van videos. You aren’t ever going to do that…..”

Welllllllll….watch me, my love….just you watch me.

If this guy can covertly plant a bus into his friend’s backyard….just imagine what a sneaky Norwegian can do.

Just….you…..wait.

 

This is another great video from Dylan Magaster.

Growing Wild in a Bus

This is a really nice bus conversion.

I know how hard it is to just go to town sometimes with our little guys….so I have a lot of respect for these guys moving around all the time with their young boys.

Check out the big TV.

That’s kind of cool….and not something you’d see all the time in a crunchy granola mobile.

Man…this is a really nice conversion.

If you had a home that was this nice….even one without any wheels or a motor on the front porch….you’d feel like you were living in something pretty nice.

If you had a place to return to…and a big enough area to park your bus when you weren’t roaming around….I think that would be just PERFECT!

(Ken Kesey! Where’d you park FURTHER when you weren’t tripping around with all your tripping? Forward! Forward!)

This guys advice? “Just start”.

If you want to do something….just start.

OK.

Maybe I’ll do just that.

 

Young Woman Builds Beautiful Recycled Tiny House For US$19,000

It’s not always about the money spent.

You can have a nice garden tub and a granite countertop…..stainless appliances….other fancy touches….and spend a bunch of money….and….not end up with anything with any real sense of personal style or artistic accomplishment.

Or….you can start with a good basic sense of design and end up with something pretty darn nice….and not spend a whole lot of money doing it.

That’s what floats my boat!

I love seeing somebody take something basic and turn it into something good.

There’s a lot more to recycling than putting your glass and cans out at the curbside.

This is a nice thing this woman has made.

Good for you!

John Prine was a Mailman

John Prine was a mailman.

He was a mailman when he stepped on stage for an open mic night way back when and sang three of his songs…”Hello in There”, “Paradise”, and “Sam Stone”.

Now, if you’re going to make a break and move from being a mailman to….eventually ….not being a mailman, it’s good to have a ladder to climb up out of the “mailman hole” that’s as good as those three classic songs.

Cream rises…eventually, even if the milk is sloshing around in a pail as dirty as the mail business.

When the club owner offered him a job after that first ever public performance, John Prine went home and wrote what would become his first album…because he didn’t have enough material to sing for the 40 minutes the club owner had told him that he’d need to do at his new gig.

Things are really hitting the fan at my job right now.

I’m a mailman.

Just like John Prine was.

I like that word “was”.

I’m a mailman right now.

Anyway, things are really hitting the fan at work. It’s rough to keep up with the volume. It’s tough times in the mail business. It’s unpleasant.

But, if it makes me feel any better, everybody….UPS….FedEx…that guy on the corner with the old box van who drives around with somebody’s packages all day….all of them are having a crunch time now.

Being in the delivery business at Christmas time doesn’t do much to expand your sense of Holiday Cheer.

But that’s a digression.

This isn’t about me….it’s about John Prine….the ex-mailman.

After that club job, he quit being a mailman.

His talent freed him.

I like that word….”freed”.

Creativity isn’t limited to a gilded studio or perfect conditions.

He wrote his songs out on the mail route.

He wasn’t defined by his job.

He just kept rolling.

Awwwwwwww…..what the heck?

I lied.

This is about me. Everything’s about me. Every single thing….even how acting like it’s about something or someone else is just a thing I do to make myself look like I’m not such a self-absorbed a-hole.

Maybe it’s not that bad….but….it really is all about me….when you get down to brass tacks.

I wouldn’t be hurt by or even care what other people did or thought if I wasn’t my favorite topic.

That’s a secret though….it would make me look pretty bad if the word got out that I must think that I’m the hub of the universe.

I can’t afford to look worse.

I guess that what I’m thinking about with John Prine is how fascinated I am by the people who figure out a way to save themselves.

I love to hear about the escape artists…the people who somehow, through talent or circumstance or bravery or maybe a combination of all of those qualities, “get away” from the thing that they think makes them less than what they could be….or…the thing that they don’t know is keeping them from….something even better.

John Prine was a mailman.

I’m a whiner….and, a mailman.

How do you jump?

And….I lied…again.

I care a lot about the people around me…I love them like crazy.

They’re the only thing that keeps me distracted from my poisonous self-absorption.

Forget creativity….the ones you love are the fuel that drives the train.

Gadddds, though….”escape”?

That sounds pretty darn good.