Sleep--SLEEP!

 Just a little something--Like to sleep? Keep on reading.

Sleep—SLEEP!!

Morningbrain is a thing I continue to have more often than I would like. I can only wonder what it would be like to sleep through the night and awake refreshed. It seems this is not something that will be my lot, though

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So, type I must, or simply lie in bed listening to those voices in my head bring up idea after idea about which to write. But do I write? No, not all that often. And when I do get up and give writing a try, often those oh-so-important ideas are found to have vanished. Good grief, Charlie Brown!

I wonder if there is some medical help that may be available here. I don’t really want to take anything, though. Alcohol was my crutch for many years—too many years—and it changed from a reliever to an addiction. Not something I would wish on anyone other than an occasional “worse enemy.”

If you have found yourself in a similar rut, two things I might recommend are melatonin and valerian root. Both come in tablet form and both seem to work, when I remember them. Melatonin comes in a soluble form, meant to be placed under the tongue, and may be just what I need. Unfortunately, the last time I bought a bottle of this, I thought I was buying the 5 mg. tablets I had used before. Not so lucky—got tablets, not the kind that would be usable under the tongue, though.

The valerian works fine if I take three or four tablets before going to bed. Don’t know if it comes in an under the tongue variety like the melatonin.

Guess another trip to Walmart is in order.

Don’t you just love Wally world?

Published this initially on my facebook page. Thought it was worth the repeat!

Putin's Ukraine?

 

While watching the reports of what Russia is doing to a neighboring country, I am remembering what other nations of the world did when Russia took over several Airfields and considerable property adjacent to same years ago.  The adjacent country was Ukraine.  Other countries did nothing.  Today other countries do accept Ukraine citizens while those who did not leave their country are being slaughtered by Putin’s Troops.  And the world is doing little to stop Putin—today’s Hitler.  What can we do?  I really don’t know.  But, I do know one thing—should Putin attack a NATO country things will go quite differently for him and his nation—and for the World, too!  What can be done?  Is there a Russian positioned properly to end this mess?  One who would (and can) kill Putin is what is needed to save Ukraine and, maybe, to save Russia and the World!  

Donald T(he)Rump!

 Well, I just heard and watched for the umpteenth time a political ad from our newest (and best? Or did I get that backwards?) EX-President calling for Georgians to throw out their current Governor in favor of someone our EX-President prefers.  You know what?  I really don't care who Georgia selects to be their governor in the next election.  I do know one thing, though--if I were a Georgian, I would no more listen to this defeated one term president about who to vote for than I would listen to some moron (as defined by his or her psychologist)  talking about the same thing.  

You do whatever you want.  Vote for Trump for President at our next election if you want--that's your right!  And vote for whomever you would like to have for your Governor, Georgia!  Your choice.  

NOT Donald Trump's choice, though!  He is where he deserves to be.  Maralago.  Let's all do whatever it takes to keep this demagogue there--OK?

Vote for whomever you wish.  Could be a Democrat would be better than your current Governor.  Could be you might want to vote for Donald Trump's choice.  Your call, Georgia!  Your call!

How do you spell "Hitler?"

 WELL, TODAY It's spelled "P" "U" "T" "I" "N!"

Memories, memories...

 

You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine and sometime, as they say, the twain may just bring us together!  While walking our dog (new dog, mind you, Tobi has taken to the sky), in any case, while walking Stella this morning, it occurred to me that memories are things I should be concentrating on.  The main problem with that, though, is the brain I’ve been given seems to be losing it.  Alzheimer’s anyone?  I think that may be the reason, but I’m not positive.  In any case, that’s my thinking on the subject (like that?) and I’m sticking with it. 

 

Alzheimer’s or no, memories are what they are.  Their usefulness is limited, though, if while writing something like this one keeps getting just a bit lost.  It is hard to write on any topic when you keep losing your train of thought.  What to do?  Well, I guess all anyone can do is continue to do what they think they were trying to do, which, for this topic, is pretty easily done. 

 

My thoughts gravitate to a time when I was playing with a small plastic jeep in my sandbox.  This would put me at about 5 years of age in Orangeburg, South Carolina.  We had been in Orangeburg for about a year at that point in time and the sandbox was my place of comfort (often) whenever I was playing alone.  A good thing, at the time, and a good place to start this work.  Someone, dad or mom, bought a box of small plastic soldiers to go along with my sandbox sorties, and that brought a new dimension to my time there.  It would have helped if the soldiers had come in more than one color (olive drab was fine,) but, come on, the soldiers on both sides of the demarcation line all looked the same. 

 

In any case, having provided a few sand hills for cover, the soldiers on one side would always be on the attack and those on the other side would be on defense.  My side, it seems, was always on the attack, and those soldiers on the other side just had no chance when the pecans (did I say my sandbox was beneath a pecan tree--well, that was the case) began to rain on their parade.  Fun was fun in those days.  Playing alone was a skill I mastered early in my career with the sandbox and my small soldiers.  Somewhere along the line I stopped playing these games. I guess I had other things to do once I started my career as a student in elementary school. 

 

Given this background, one thing one might consider would be why I chose army ROTC when I first went to college.  All I can say is the army seemed to fit in with my thinking at the time.  Then, again, it could be by starting my collegiate career in the summertime there wasn’t much else available.  I really don’t remember what the situation was. (Memories a problem?)  In any case, ROTC was the one course that I could always count on to provide aces for my lot.  A good thing, no?  So I took that course and even joined an additional military group, the Pershing Rifles, to boot!  Which was a good thing.  I met quite a few other newcomers to our school who were just like me when it came to military preparedness, and we made friendships that I wish I still had.  Pretty sure that would be the case if we hadn’t scattered the way we did when we left school.  I left a bit early due to a lack of academic involvement.  I just wasn’t ready to leave home.  In any case, that’s my best guess.

 

What to do now?  Writing is easier when you remember a bit about what you wanted to do when you started.  Wish I did, but I don’t.  Guess I’ll quit while I’m just a bit ahead and try again later.  If I can only remember.  Ciao!