11/24/23 - Open Thread from an Empty Head
Good morning, friends!
This is the day after Thanksgiving, a our feast of homemade pizza highlighted the occasion.
War news runs a tight gamut from seeming to draw to an end in Ukraine, to potential escalation into a huge regional war in the Place Where Oil Is. Over and over, I am reminded of the guide on my tour of Jordan. He had to laugh about Jordan having no history of invasions, since they have no natural resources anyone wants, except a bit of tar. His people take pride in that, since they can always be peace negotiators with nothing to gain, nothing to lose. They have far fewer problems being a poor country than we do being the Exceptional Country. Jordan's history is proof Smedley Butler knew what he was saying...war is a racket.
Perhaps it is due to my having visited so many countries, being constantly amazed or surprised, sometimes unpleasantly, that nowadays, developing a totally different mindset about travel, I want simple pleasures and no real surprises. If anything, I want destinations to be more beautiful, more interesting than what Tripadvisor says.
I am in the same ranch cottage in the Texas Hill Country for the 5th time. I already knew before I left home to pack dish washing liquid, pizza pans, and a bar of soap. I knew there would be coffee, biscuits, butter, and bacon. Thus, I knew to pack orange marmalade for the glamping style breakfasts. Lowers the stress from life in these times of constant stress like I have never experienced before. Everyone deserves a break. I might add, everyone NEEDS a break.
The concert last night, Dale Watson and his band, featured many covers of famous songs from my youth. Almost every song, covers of Ray Price, to Willie Nelson, Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings, I had heard in live performances by the original singers. Hell, it was so easy then. Drive 40 miles to the dance hall, and enjoy. On the other hand, I had to cut short a visit with a friend in San Fransisco years ago to get back to Houston to see a Pavarotti performance in Houston.
Well, I gave thanks to what I can verify, not some heavenly power that is omnipotent, but can't save babies in Gaza, or cure cancer. Or, eliminate whatever drives evil.
I give thanks to my friends for always being there. I thanked the musicians for enriching my life and giving me a great memory. I thanked the bartenders. I thanked the cashier at the convenience store.
And I meant it.
And I thank all of you for the incredible information and ideas you share.
Now, what is on your great minds today? Did the turkey give you brain fog? Let's see!
Let 'er rip!