10.19.2017

I'm Just Going To Leave This Right Here: The Bored Edition



I have a love/hate relationship with my cell phone. I love that I can have it with me all the time. If someone needs to reach me there are a myriad of ways to do so all accomplished via that phone. I hate though that I have my phone with me all the time. It really serves as a distraction to so much more that is going on around me so much so that I often revert to that little world with it’s little screen out of habit much like an addict.

I know that the phone at times separates me from those who mean the most to me. My wife or daughter may be trying to tell me something but I am wrapped up trying to locate the song lyrics to some Dire Straits song from 1979. It may be time to go somewhere but I am consumed with trying to spell a word with the letters U, H, two Vs, two As and a C to finally beat the computer at Scrabble.

Mostly though I think I have realized that the phone has come to fill in all the empty spaces I recognize in-between the times I am doing something worthwhile. In other words, when I feel I am bored I pull out my phone so I can check my home email accounts, my work email account and browse Facebook again after only having gone through the exact same routine five minutes earlier.

The trade-off for me seems to be that now with no downtime from “boredom” I very rarely give many things the deep consideration some of them deserve. I mean what had I really rather do: give long, serious thought to the issues of the day or look-up a TV commercial from 1976 on YouTube? Do I really want to think of a plan to fix the door frames around our garage or do I want to study the icons on my weather app in case I quickly need to determine the barometric pressure?

In an earlier time we likened being bored with watching paint dry or watching grass grow. Somehow though we made it through that kind of boredom without our minds becoming mush. It seemed like we had more time, and respect, for one another. And, for me, it seemed like so many of the things in life I really needed to think about somehow had time to percolate long enough for an answer.

So, maybe you are like me. The phone is great but it can also be a thief of time and consideration. Maybe you know you really do not have a burning need to look at Twitter to see what a cesspool of unchecked thought looks like today. Maybe you know turning on the compass app on your phone then turning it this way and that just to watch it spin means you need to focus on something more substantial. If you recognize these things maybe it is time to press the reset button and you can do so by using your phone.

If you find you are bored because you are constantly picking up your phone then wasting time put the phone to good use. Click one of the links below to watch the grass grow or paint dry. When you start a video, set the phone down so you can let your mind turn to something you need to do. Better yet, turn off the video, put the phone down then go do something for somebody who could really need the company or help only you can provide that person.

I’ll just leave this right here in case you need it. No charging necessary.

10.05.2017

Ode To The Meatloaf Sandwich



With apologies to food connoisseurs and poets everywhere and a big tip of the hat to my wife, Jennifer, for always making enough meatloaf so I can have a sandwich for lunch the next day.

Ode To The Meatloaf Sandwich

If I could sing of your deliciousness
Failure would occur, my mouth would be stuffed.
This would drive friends to a maliciousness
Making them grumble enough is enough.
Worktime lunchbreak is all that fills my mind
From your formation then to dinner plate
I knew we would cross paths again real soon.
Leftovers left behind.
The truth is I can hardly concentrate
Until the hands on the clock say it’s noon.

Meatloaf sandwich, you are the star of lunch
Shine brighter than Gladys Knight and her Pips.
So good I feared I might eat you for brunch
You sure do add zip to some tater chips.
Slather mayo, Hellman’s, Dukes, J-F-G
Smash together the bread, white, maybe, wheat.
Left behind supper scraps are best served cold.
Yes, I’d love some sweet tea.
Certain, I am, this lunch cannot be beat
Remaining so as the years will unfold.

Understand I don’t intend to be rude
Ten minute midday break, hard to find rest.
Keep your frozen dinners, keep your fast food
I’ll unwrap the foil to reveal the best.
Now don’t think I need some sort of cure,
No, don’t analyze, don’t tear it apart.
I know I do not know everything
But one thing I’m so sure.
My stomach understands, so does my heart
At lunch, the meatloaf sandwich, is the king.

Let's eat, y'all.