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Timeless Tale of “A Christmas Carol”

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In the heart of Victorian London, where the fog cloaked the city in a perpetual gloom, Charles Dickens penned a story that would illuminate the spirit of Christmas for generations to come. Published on December 19, 1843, “A Christmas Carol” is not just a book; it’s a cultural phenomenon, a moral compass, and a heartwarming tale that reminds us of the true essence of the holiday season.

The Genesis of the Ghost Story

Charles Dickens, at the time of writing “A Christmas Carol,” was already an established author, yet he faced financial difficulties and sought to reignite his passion for writing. His observations of the stark contrast between the opulent and the impoverished in London fueled his narrative. Dickens intended “A Christmas Carol” as a critique of the industrial age’s harsh realities, particularly the plight of the poor and the indifference of the rich.

The story centers around Ebenezer Scrooge, a miserly old man whose heart is as cold as a winter’s night. Dickens masterfully uses the framework of a ghost story to explore themes of redemption, charity, and the joy of giving. The tale unfolds over Christmas Eve night, during which Scrooge is visited by the ghost of his former business partner, Jacob Marley, and the Spirits of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet to Come.

The Characters and Their Symbolism

  • Ebenezer Scrooge: More than just a miser, Scrooge represents the potential for change in humanity. His transformation from a bitter recluse to a benevolent figure is the heart of the story.
  • Jacob Marley: Marley’s ghost serves as a harbinger, warning Scrooge of the chains he will forge in life with his greed and lack of compassion.
  • The Three Spirits: Each ghost shows Scrooge a different aspect of his life and the lives of others. The Ghost of Christmas Past revisits memories, revealing the joys lost to avarice. The Ghost of Christmas Present displays the current state of happiness and hardship, contrasting Scrooge’s isolation with others’ communal joy. The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come presents a bleak future, motivating Scrooge to change his ways before it’s too late.

The Legacy of “A Christmas Carol”

“A Christmas Carol” did more than entertain; it influenced social reforms. Dickens’ vivid portrayal of poverty and his call for charity contributed to the establishment of the modern form of Christmas celebration, emphasizing kindness, generosity, and community.

The book’s publication was a commercial success, selling out its initial print run by Christmas Eve. Its enduring popularity has led to countless adaptations in theatre, film, radio, and television, each adding its own flavor to Dickens’ narrative but maintaining the core message of redemption and transformation.

Why “A Christmas Carol” Still Resonates

Today, “A Christmas Carol” continues to resonate due to its universal themes:

  • Redemption: The idea that it’s never too late to change one’s ways offers hope to us all.
  • Community and Compassion: In a world that often feels divided, the story reminds us of the strength found in community and the power of compassion.
  • The Spirit of Giving: At a time when consumerism can overshadow the holiday, Dickens’ tale brings us back to the joy of selfless giving.
  • Reflection and Growth: The journey through Scrooge’s past, present, and possible future is a metaphor for personal reflection and the growth that can come from understanding one’s impact on the world.

“A Christmas Carol” is not merely a seasonal read; it’s a yearly reminder of the values we should uphold every day. Whether through Dickens’ original prose, through the myriad adaptations, or in the quiet moments when we ponder our own lives, the story of Scrooge’s redemption persists as a beacon of hope, urging us to embrace the spirit of Christmas all year round.

How the Grinch Stole Christmas

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In the quaint, snowy village of Whoville, nestled in a valley surrounded by high, snow-capped mountains, lived the Who’s. They were a joyful bunch, known for their love of singing, feasting, and celebrating the holiday of Christmas with unparalleled zeal. But high above Whoville, in a cave on the frosty peak of Mount Crumpit, lived a creature known as the Grinch, whose heart was two sizes too small, filled with nothing but disdain for the festive noise below.

The Grinch, with his sour disposition and green, furry exterior, loathed everything about Christmas. The jingling of bells, the warmth of the fireplaces, and the laughter that echoed through the streets of Whoville grated his nerves. Especially bothersome was the Christmas Eve feast, where the Whos gathered in their town square, singing with such volume and glee that it reached even his secluded den.

One particularly cold December, as the Whos’ preparations for Christmas grew louder and brighter, the Grinch hatched a plan so devious, so Grinchy, it could only come from a heart as cold as his. He decided to steal Christmas, to snuff out the holiday for good. With a sinister grin, he donned a red Santa suit, stuffed his dog Max into a reindeer harness, and set off under the cover of night.

Sledding down to Whoville, he moved like a shadow, entering each home with stealth. He took the Christmas trees, the stockings, the presents, and all the trimmings. He even took the last can of Who-hash. With each item he stole, the Grinch thought he was erasing Christmas from the hearts of Whoville.

As dawn broke, the Grinch, satisfied with his mischief, returned to Mount Crumpit, ready to push the stolen goods into the abyss. But just as he was about to, a sound reached his ears. It was faint at first but grew louder, a sound that was unmistakably the Whos singing. In their square, despite having nothing, they sang. Their voices rose in a chorus of joy, not diminished by the absence of material things but rather fueled by the spirit of togetherness.

The Grinch was baffled. He had taken everything, yet here was Christmas, stronger than ever. It was then, in the beauty of their undying cheer, that something profound happened. His heart, which had been small and cold, began to grow. Three sizes larger, it expanded, filling with warmth and the true meaning of Christmas.

Overcome with a new understanding, the Grinch couldn’t bear to keep the Whos from their joy. He returned everything, not just the physical items but also his own changed heart. He joined the Whos in their celebration, carving the roast beast and sharing in their songs, laughter, and love.

From that day forward, the Grinch was no longer an outsider but a part of Whoville. He taught everyone, including himself, that Christmas doesn’t come from a store. Perhaps, Christmas, he thought, means a little bit more. And so, the Grinch, once a symbol of bitterness, became a symbol of transformation and the power of community and kindness.

Thus, the legend of how the Grinch stole Christmas but then gave it back in a way more meaningful than anyone could have imagined, became a cherished tale told year after year in Whoville, reminding all that the true spirit of Christmas lies not in what we have but in who we are together.

The Flight That Changed the World

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On a chilly morning of December 17, 1903, the dunes of Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, became the stage for one of the most transformative moments in human history. Above the sandy terrain, where winds howled with both challenge and promise, two brothers from Dayton, Ohio, named Orville and Wilbur Wright, were about to etch their names into the annals of time.

Orville and Wilbur had spent years, driven by an insatiable curiosity about flight, tinkering in their bicycle shop. They studied birds, read everything they could on aerodynamics, and even built their own wind tunnel to test wing designs. Their passion was not just for flying but for solving the puzzle of controlled flight, which had eluded humanity since Daedalus and Icarus.

The day was carefully chosen; they needed a steady breeze to lift their contraption, which they affectionately called the “Flyer.” The weather on this particular day was both cooperative and challenging, with winds gusting to 27 mph. The brothers, along with a small group of witnesses including their father, Bishop Wright, and a couple of local men, gathered at the chosen spot.

The Flyer was a delicate balance of wood, wire, and fabric, with a wingspan of 40 feet. It was equipped with a 12-horsepower engine and two propellers, all designed by the Wrights themselves. The machine looked more like a giant, ungainly kite than the sleek airplanes of the future, but it embodied the culmination of their dreams and calculations.

Wilbur had won the coin toss that morning, giving him the honor of the first attempt. However, a small mishap with the launch rail meant Orville would take the first flight. With hearts pounding against their chests, they moved the Flyer back into position. Orville lay prone on the lower wing, his hands gripping the controls.

At exactly 10:35 AM, with a shout from John T. Daniels, one of the witnesses who was also manning the camera, Orville released the wire that held the Flyer to the ground. The engine roared to life, and the propellers began to spin, pulling the machine forward. For a moment, it seemed as though it might merely drag along the sand, but then, almost magically, the Flyer lifted.

The flight was brief, lasting only 12 seconds, covering 120 feet. But those scant moments were enough to change the course of history. Orville landed, and the Flyer, though intact, bore the scars of its brief maiden voyage. The brothers were overjoyed; they knew exactly what they had achieved.

Wilbur took the next flight, going further than Orville, and by the fourth and final flight of the day, he managed to keep the Flyer aloft for 59 seconds, traveling 852 feet. Each flight was a testament to their dedication and ingenuity.

That day, the world didn’t fully grasp the significance of what had happened on that nondescript beach. Newspapers gave sparse coverage, and many dismissed the event as a mere novelty. However, Orville and Wilbur knew they had done something monumental. They had conquered the sky, not with magic but with science, perseverance, and an unwavering belief in human potential.

Years later, as airplanes became a common sight in the skies, people would look back on that December day with awe. The Wright brothers’ first flight at Kitty Hawk wasn’t just about defying gravity; it was about defying limitations, about the human spirit’s capability to soar beyond what was once thought possible. Their flight on December 17, 1903, was the first step into a new era of exploration, where the sky was no longer the limit.

AI impacts on writing

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AI is here and a hot topic. There have been positive comments and negative comments about the impact AI will have on many fields. Since I spend a lot of time on writing I thought I would ask AI and see what the response would be.

I went to Grok which is X’s AI platform (formerly twitter). This is the response I received from Grok.

The impact of AI on writers is multifaceted, presenting both opportunities and challenges that are reshaping the landscape of writing professions: 

Opportunities for Writers: 

  • Increased Productivity: AI tools can serve as assistants in the writing process, generating ideas, outlines, or even draft content. They can help overcome writer’s block by providing prompts or alternative phrasings, allowing writers to focus on higher-level creative tasks. For instance, tools like Grammarly or platforms using AI for brainstorming can expedite the writing process by suggesting improvements and ideas. 
  • Enhancement of Creativity: AI can be used to explore new narrative styles or to simulate different perspectives, potentially leading to more innovative storytelling. Some writers find AI helpful in generating initial drafts that they can then refine, thus blending human creativity with computational power to create unique works. 
  • Educational and Analytical Support: AI can analyze vast amounts of text data to identify trends, patterns, or even market preferences, which can inform writers’ strategies for both content creation and marketing. 

Challenges for Writers: 

  • Job Security and Market Saturation: There’s a concern among writers that AI might produce enough content to saturate the market or replace human writers in certain areas like technical writing or content for SEO. This could potentially devalue human-authored work or lead to job displacement, especially in fields where speed and volume are prioritized over creativity and nuance. 
  • Authenticity and Originality: AI-generated content might challenge the authenticity of human creative expression. Critics argue that AI lacks the emotional depth and personal experience that human writers bring to their work, potentially leading to a homogenization of content. This raises ethical questions about authorship and the originality of AI-assisted or AI-generated works. 
  • Ethical and Legal Concerns: The use of AI in writing also brings up issues concerning copyright, as AI is trained on existing texts. This has sparked debates on intellectual property rights and the potential for AI to reproduce or closely mimic copyrighted material without permission. 
  • Human Touch and Emotional Connection: AI, while capable of producing coherent text, struggles to replicate the human touch – the emotional, cultural, and experiential nuances that resonate with readers. This limitation is seen as both a challenge and an opportunity for human writers to distinguish their work. 

Adaptation and Integration: 

  • Collaboration Over Replacement: Many in the writing community advocate for viewing AI as a tool that complements rather than competes with human writers. The focus is shifting towards how writers can leverage AI to enhance their work while maintaining the unique human elements that AI cannot replicate. 
  • New Roles and Skills: As AI integrates further into writing, new roles might emerge, like AI content editors or specialists in AI-human collaboration. Writers might need to learn how to interact with AI, understand its capabilities, and use it to augment their creative processes. 

The overall impact suggests a future where AI doesn’t outright replace writers but changes the nature of writing jobs. Writers who can adapt by using AI to enhance their work, remain vigilant about maintaining their unique voice, and navigate the ethical landscape will likely thrive in this evolving environment. 

Like it or not, AI is here, and one should accept the fact and adjust to living with AI and use it to your advantage instead of fighting the future. This took less than 30 seconds to come up with this response. I know one thing for sure AI is faster than me.

I Never Did This Before

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My wife had a Christmas luncheon with the neighborhood ladies’ group. Which meant I had to find something to eat or go to a restaurant and eat by myself. I go up to the local family-owned restaurant and before I pull into a spot another car has pulled into another spot before me. This gentleman goes in a few moments before me.  

We are waiting to be seated and there is about twelve of the tables and booths already taken with customers. As we are waiting, he asks me “have I ever eaten here before?” I reply “yes I have, and it is clean, and the food is ok. As we were waiting, I don’t know what came over me, but I asked him, “do you want to eat together?” There was a pause, and he said, “sure why not”. I have never done this before! What was I thinking? 

When we went to the booth, He introduced himself and his name is Chuck. I replied with my name and shook hands before we sat down across from each other. Is this going to be an awkward situation or a time to remember? Chuck was a man maybe late forties, early fifties with a greying beard and his clothes were neat and clean. No, that is not a photo of chuck. That is a photo I just pirated from the internet that looks close to what Chuck looked like. 

I said to Chuck, “I live near here do you live around here?” Chuck said, “no I live in Boston, and I am here on a business trip to see a client.” I replied, what kind of business do you have? Chuck replied, I am a web site designer and one of my customers needed some personal attention. Like a dummy I asked, is your client somewhere near?” Chuck replied, “sorry, that is privileged information, and my client wants to remain unknown.” I immediately thought, is this going to be an awkward uncomfortable lunch?  

Chuck then asked me, “are you still working?” I responded and said, “thanks for the compliment. I have been retired for over twenty years and haven’t worked a day for a salary since I retired. He said, “well you sure do not look your age. I said, “since 2006 every day is Saturday and do not have any serious commitments or deadlines to meet.” I do spend a lot of time blogging and writing down memories of my time and adventures I have experienced. 

Somewhere in the conversation we shared our family situations. Chuck has lived in Boston all his life. He has two children, a boy and a girl. The boy is two years older than the girl and the boy graduated from college a year ago and the girl is a senior in college. I shared that I have two sons and they are near fifty and both live in the Denver metro area with their family and I also have four stepchildren from a second marriage, two boys and two girls. This conversation is becoming more relaxed all the time. 

We then discovered that both of us were Army veterans. I was in the army in 1964 to 1966. I was stationed to Nurenburg Germany and fortunately missed Viet Nam. Chuck was in the army 2001 to 2005. When you find out that a veteran is talking to a veteran there is this wall that automatically disappears. I don’t know what there about military service is, but this bond develops that cannot be explained. I also find out Chuck was in Iraq the same time as my youngest son in 2003. They were also in the Third Armored Calvary Regiment but different squadrons. Sometimes it is a small world.  

Here is another example of a small world. My wife and I were in Rome visiting the coliseum and these men are around dressed in Roman soldier attire. My wife needs a picture and during the process the soldier asks where are we from. We tell him Denver Metro area. He responds by saying, “I know Denver area. In the off season I live in Greeley Colorado. We are 5000 miles away from Denver and meet someone who lives in Greeley which is about 40 miles northeast of Denver. Yes, sometimes it is a small world. 

The conversation is going very well and both of us appear to be enjoying that we sat together instead of eating alone. We talked about many different subjects, cars, weather, Boston history for just a few. An hour passed very quickly and Chuck said he should go back to his client. I asked when he is going back to Boston and he said later this evening. This was a very enjoyable meeting and we left without even sharing our last names or any contact information. I have never been very well in extending a friendship and I guess Chuck isn’t either. This meeting enforces my feeling that millions of people are basically good on this earth and are just attempting to do their best with what they have to face. This became a time to be remembered. Will I ever do this again? Only time will tell.  

An Assignment for a Night

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Here I am hovering over my assignment for the night of October 31, 2024. My assignment was to make sure Tom makes it through the night. Sometimes I wonder, how are these assignments passed out? What spirit is assigned to who and why? Or is it just a random drawing? This is something that will never be revealed to the spirit army.  

From my orders I see that Tom is a male over eighty years old. He was in his mother’s womb when Japan bombed Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. Tom is living a typical American life. He was never famous or well known. Just one of the millions who try to do best with what they must encounter in their life. Tom was drafted into the army in 1964. He was very fortunate he did not have to experience the pain of war. He was assigned to Germany and the other seven he was drafted with went to Viet Nam. Tom always wonders why that happened and thought about that throughout his life. Why was he so fortunate? Tom did have some difficult times in his life though. Tom had to experience the hurt and pain of a divorce. Over five years of unemployment was hard and very stressful.  However, all in all, he has been very blessed during his eighty years on this earth. 

As I started my assignment, I noticed that Tom fell asleep very fast. No tossing and turning for Tom. Lights out, nighty night. His nights are full of dreams. He almost started dreaming immediately. Being a spirit I have the benefit of hearing and seeing subconscious and conscious activity. Can’t hide anything from me. 

His first dream was about Sandra. She was his first female attraction. They went through school together, from kindergarten through high school. Because of religious conflicts Tom started pulling away and after high school they went their separate ways and lost all contact. Fifty years later Tom had a dream. Sandra came to her and said. “Tom we were meant for each other. Our lives would have been totally different than what is has been”.  This woke Tom up with a start and finally after a week Tom decided to research the internet looking for some information.  

He had to go to high school alumni newsletters to acquire her married name and doing the search he discovered that Sandra died three days before he experienced the eye-opening dream. WOW! This convinced Tom that spirits and living do have on occasions contact between them. Since that experience Tom is convinced, there is time after life on earth. 

Now the time is around one o’clock in the morning. That eighty-year-old bladder says it is time for attention.  

After a couple of minutes of attending to bodily functions Tom returns to bed and immediately falls back to sleep. The next dream is about Viet Nam. Wait a minute, Tom was never in Viet Nam! This dream was through the eyes of a sergeant, and they were in a firefight with the Viet Cong. A troop crawls over to him and says, “Sarge, we can’t return fire because the Viet Cong is using civilians as shields, what should we do?” “They are slowly killing or wounding us.” After some tortious thoughts the Sargeant commands shoot them and kill those bastards hiding behind the human shields. Was this Tom or do we live parallel lives and that was a parallel life speaking and somehow the signals were sent to the wrong parallel life. The dream was through the eyes. I never saw what face I had. Mine or someone else’s? The name Sarge was used, not Tom. One will never know who it was.  

Three o’clock in the morning and the bladder is demanding some attention. Tom does what is demanded by his bladder but this time he does not go back to sleep. Coming back to bed he begins to toss and turn. He finally starts thinking about his latest project of creating video podcasts. Just before bed Tom was working on combining sound with photos or clipart and didn’t figure it out before bedtime so now some time had to be spent thinking about this obstacle. Tomorrow he will see if his options work out.  

Finally, he falls back to sleep and dreams about his near-death experience in February 2023. Tom experienced something unusual during that time. In his own thoughts he thought he took his last breath and went somewhere. He likes to say that he was in the waiting room waiting to go to time after death or return to life on earth. During that time, he experienced something out of this world. That was peace, total peace. A feeling he has never felt in his life before and has not felt since. Then the surgeons removed the blood clot and Tom returned to life on earth. Tom had a large blood clot between the lungs and the survival rate was 3 to 5%. Tom was one of the survivors. This dream was an attempt to experience that great feeling he had. Sorry, it did not work. 

Bladder calls again and then back to dreams. This was a Halloween dream since it was Halloween yesterday. It was a scary dream. Tom and his wife were in an old-fashioned streetcar, and someone came on and did something bad. The men on the streetcar started fighting with him and savaged him, tearing him up and mutilating him. He ended up with this gelatin-like substance you see in jars of pickled pigs’ feet. This nightmare was so bad it woke him up with a start. At that time, it was 7:30 in the morning and time to take his blood thinner medication and start another day.  

In summary, this was an interesting assignment. It was more interesting than I anticipated. Tom has led an interesting and full life. Tom is over eighty and knows that he is near time after life. It may be ten days from now or ten years. He has loss his fear of death from experiences in his life especially his near-death event. Now I must go to my next day assignment. Spirits do not sleep. We do not need sleep.  

Ramblings Magazine Issue #6 podcast

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Hello Ramblings Magazine reader Welcome!

This is a podcast of the sixth issue of Ramblings Magazine.

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The Headings are:

Happenings plus time equals your life.

It will not happen in my life.

Computers and internet.

February 7, 2023.

Time for Spring.

M and M’s.

My interests have changed.

Amazing news.

My dream came true.

King for a day.

Remembering my parents.

I am just a mere mortal.

Patriotism.

A gift of life.

I do not have a favorite shoe.

A three-letter middle name.

100 years ago.

I am addicted to computers and the internet.

I survived the March 14 record snowstorm.

I am ready for spring.

Easter thoughts.

Retirement years.

The necessities of starting the day.

A dog, cat, or what?

Just be myself.

Hormones in high school.

X, formerly twitter and their grok feature.

Photo memories.

That’s it for this issue. Hope to see you next issue

Have a nice day!

Mountains for Me

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Born and raised in the Denver metro area. I have many good memories of viewing the mountains covered with a fresh layer of snow and the sun setting over the mountains. Many trips taken to the mountains for trout fishing and camping expeditions. The smell of the evergreen trees and the campfire while sitting around telling exciting events in your life. Listening to the sounds of the forest and seeing the many different types of animals merrily living their lives. Yes, I love the mountains and the memories they have given me.

I have been on the beach of the east and west coasts. Been to the beaches of The Great Lakes and beaches in Italy. Yes, they are beautiful and enjoyable. However, the many memories are not there. Therefore, my life and memories go hand in hand with the mountains.

Oh, I do not know how to swim.

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The Wicked Whispers of Willow Creek

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This was written by AI. Life is getting creepy.

In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, lay the quiet town of Willow Creek. By day, it was a picturesque place with cobblestone streets and charming cottages. But when the sun dipped below the horizon, the town’s character changed. 

Legend had it that the woods surrounding Willow Creek were home to the Wicked Whispers, eerie voices that echoed through the trees, leading lost souls deeper into the forest. Some said they were the spirits of those who had perished in the woods long ago, while others believed they were the enchantments of a powerful sorceress. 

Among the townsfolk was young Elara, an adventurous girl with a curious mind. She had grown up hearing tales of the Wicked Whispers but had never experienced them herself. One moonlit night, driven by her insatiable curiosity, Elara decided to venture into the forest, determined to uncover the truth. 

As she walked deeper into the woods, the familiar sounds of the town faded away, replaced by an unsettling silence. Then, she heard it—a soft, melodious whisper that seemed to call her name. “Elara… Elara…” The voice was both enchanting and chilling. 

Elara followed the whisper, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. The path grew narrower, and the trees seemed to close in around her. The whisper grew louder, more insistent. “Elara… come closer…” 

She stumbled upon a clearing bathed in the pale light of the full moon. At its center stood an ancient, gnarled tree, its twisted branches reaching out like the arms of a ghost. The whispers now came from all directions, encircling her. 

With a deep breath, Elara stepped forward and placed her hand on the tree’s trunk. Instantly, the whispers ceased, and a figure materialized before her—a woman with eyes like sapphires and hair as dark as the night. 

“I am Seraphina, the guardian of these woods,” the figure spoke, her voice as enchanting as the whispers. “The Wicked Whispers are a test, a trial for those who seek the truth.” 

Elara listened in awe as Seraphina revealed the forest’s secrets, its history, and the magic that flowed through its roots. She learned that the whispers were not malevolent but a challenge to those brave enough to seek their source. 

With newfound understanding, Elara returned to Willow Creek, her heart filled with the wisdom of the forest. She shared her story with the townsfolk, who listened with rapt attention. From that day forward, the Wicked Whispers were no longer feared but respected, a reminder of the mysteries that lay just beyond the edge of town. 

And so, the legend of the Wicked Whispers of Willow Creek lived on, a tale of courage, curiosity, and the magic that lies hidden in the heart of the woods. 

Ramblings Magazine Issue #5 Podcast

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Hello Ramblings Magazine reader! Welcome!  

This is a podcast of the fifth issue of Ramblings Magazine.  

The Headings are: 

Memories of Faith. 

Comments on Christmas and Holidays. 

What’s Next? 

Cars in My Life. 

A Good Leader. 

No Dream Job for Me. 

I Was Named After? 

I Don’t Have a Pet. 

Life is Fun. 

Something I Missed. 

Decision. 

The Lottery and Me. 

Complaints, Complaints, Complaints. 

Heights. 

Vintage Computer. 

Cleaning Out Files. 

I Avoid the Kitchen. 

Fifteen Years

I have received notice from WordPress that I have been on this site for fifteen years.

Where does the time go?

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Proud to be an American

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I remember when I was going to elementary school and sometimes, I would arrive when the flag was being raised for the school day. We would stop and pay respect to the flag until it was raised. I was proud to be an American. You would stand in an assembly and say The Pledge of Allegiant. Again, I was proud to be an American. You learned in school the history of America, and this made you proud to be an American. 

I was drafted into the army in 1964. In basic training I crawled through mud trying to keep that damn M-14 rifle clean so it would not jam. I could not take a leave for the Thanksgiving of 1964 because I was told it was critical that I go to Germany. Many nights I froze my butt standing guard on German soil protecting America from the Soviet threat. Vietnam deployment constantly hovered over my head when I was in the army. I would have gone to Vietnam if called. Why? I would have gone because I am proud to be an American. 

Throughout my life there have been many events that made me proud that I am a member of this country. I will be proud to be buried in Fort Logan National Cemetery when that time comes. 

I have noticed a few things that bother me. For example, I lived close to an elementary school where I can see the flagpole in the daytime. Many days the flag is not raised when school is in session. I guess putting out the flag in the morning is not a priority anymore. I recently attended a school function at my grandsons’ school and the principal forgot about the color guard waiting in the hall to present the flag. Some teacher had to remind her about them. I guess that was not that important to her. It did not take me forty years to be proud of this country.  

Illegal immigration is a serious problem. There are millions of people who want to come to America and live the American dream. To me that means that life must be pretty good here. Today is the day for everyone that put their life on the line protecting all that live in the country. If it wasn’t for them this country and the freedoms, you take for granted would not exist.

Happy Veterans Day!

Science and Chemistry

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Yes, I was a young Geek. I loved science math anything that involved how things worked. It all started when I started Junior high school (middle school these days). I was assigned to an accelerated class, and we were told that the testing showed that we were above average and would be receiving above normal assignments. There was a science class with a lab. The science teacher needed volunteers and my friend, and I volunteered. We stayed after school and helped in the lab cleaning up washing equipment and had access to all these neat looking items. I even had a chemistry lab at home. Not big but I could do chemistry experiments at home.

Everything was great. However, sometime in high school they gave proficiency tests to direct you to the correct career goals. My dream was engineering or science. I was devastated when the tests did not recommend either. I never recovered and my attitude changed dramatically. I just squeaked by and graduated high school. I then decided to find a job and not continue to college. Those tests changed my life and outlook on the future.

On the bright side, as I look back on my life, I have experienced a good life and do not regret that my life ended up the way it did. Life has been good. I have more good memories than bad. I have a loving wife and a family that I love very much. My health throughout life has never been a life changing issue. Financial stability has allowed me to enjoy eighteen years of retirement. I can look in the mirror and not feel guilty about anything that I have done in my life.

Life has been good.

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It’s a Toss Up

Three years from now I may be on the other side. After my near-death experience in February 2023 my warranty ran out. Time after has just been bonus time and hoping for more time.

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Ramblings Magazine Issue #4 Podcast

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Hello Ramblings Magazine reader! Welcome!  

This is a podcast of the fourth issue of Ramblings Magazine.  

The Headings are: 

A continuation of “A Journey of Faith and Religion” 

Military Memories and Veterans Day 

Touched by God 

H O A Board Member Tales 

Flu Shot, yes, or no? 

Thanksgiving Memories 

Hope you enjoy it! 

The Book is Closed

There are more than just material possessions. There is the possession of freedom, health, friendships and more. Therefore, losing all possessions is death.

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What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
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https://tomt2.com/2024/06/24/me-and-spirituality/

Read the Sign Dummy!

I really had to go, and I hurriedly rushed in. To my surprise, I rushed into the Women’s restroom. I really felt out of place.

https://tomt2.com/2024/04/11/hormones-in-high-school/

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Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
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Quiet Time

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“Quiet time” generally refers to a period set aside for personal reflection, meditation, or reconciling. This can help in reducing stress, enhancing focus, and promoting mental clarity. Do you have a specific practice or routine for your quiet time? I do.

When I was working, I didn’t take much time for “quiet time”. My life was active with making money, raising 2 sons, marriage and many activities one has in this typical American life. Since I have been retired, I have the luxury of allocating time for some “quiet time”. It is well worth it to take some time for yourself. Now I make it a point to spend some “quiet time” every day. It may be before I go to sleep or when I wake in the morning. Sometimes it is in the middle of the day.

Individuals might set personal quiet times for reading, practicing mindfulness, or any activity that requires peace and quiet for personal enjoyment or growth. The concept of quiet time emphasizes the benefits of silence or minimal noise, which can enhance well-being, productivity, and focus. It’s a recognition of the value of tranquility in a typically noisy world.

One may ask, what do you think about in your “quiet time”? I let my mind answer the question. Whatever comes to mind is the subject for this moment of “quiet time”. It may be thoughts about future events on this earth or time after the journey of life. I have many years to pick a subject. I enjoy reminiscing about past parts of my life. How could I have done better? Or what did I learn from that experience and what could I have done better with the situation? I have also had paranormal experiences in my life, and I think about them many times.

Many times, my “quiet time” is spent on my blogging and writing. What do I write about and how can I craft the project. This subject came from one of my “quiet time” periods. Some are good subjects and others bomb.

I reminisce about events in my life. In my over eighty years of experience, I have seen and enjoyed many people, places, and things. Twenty-six trips and vacations under my belt. Two marriages and military time with forty-five years of employment history gives me many subjects for my “quiet time”.

I have had five paranormal experiences in my life. The experiences occupy many “quiet time” sessions. I was going to shortly cover them in this blog and discovered that these experiences would have made this post way too long and off topic. However, it did give me another prompt for another time.

I am over eighty and I know that my time on earth is near being over. “Quiet time” periods cover thinking about this fact. Yes, I am comfortable with this, and I do strongly believe that there is time after life on this earth. I remember the peace my grandmother had when she was on her deathbed and the peace, total peace. I experienced during my near-death event February 7, 2023.

“Quiet time” is my time. It helps my mental health and come to the purpose of time on this earth. Finally, I am glad I discovered “quiet time” maybe it will help you like it helped me.

I Confess

Yes, I have selective hearing. My wife tells me that all the time. I confess, yes, I have the tendency to make a decision that this conversation is not worth the time.

I will try to not make quick decisions in the future. Yea, Right!

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What details of your life could you pay more attention to?
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My Heritage

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My mother’s heritage is of German descent. My father’s heritage is of English descent. If their families did not immigrate to America, I would not be here. My mother was born in Minnesota and her mother was from Bavaria Germany. My dad was born in Iowa and his roots trace back to England, Scotland areas. They met in Colorado, married and seven years later my time on earth began. This is an abbreviated version of my parents’ story.

My mother’s mother immigrated to America sometime in 1890. All I have heard was that she was seven years old at that time and she came from the Bavaria Germany area. I never heard who she came with or how she ended up in Minnesota. During that time, I read somewhere that many children were sold to couples that were going to America those days so that child could have a better life than what was going in Germany at that time. I will never know the true facts on this history. My DNA tests show that 42% of my heritage is of German Descent.

My father’s heritage is from England and the Scotland area. My dad had an uncle that traced their heritage to Cornwall England back to 1532. That area apparently had tin mines and as the need for tin diminished and many started to immigrate to greener pastures. Many moved to Australia and America. My dad’s family migrated to America before the Civil War and sometime ended up in Iowa as farmers. My DNA shows that 49% of my heritage is of English descent.

The remaining 8% DNA shows Scandanavian, Norway, Sweden Area heritage or Viking history.

With that, I am most interested in my grandma’s history. How did she get to America and who did she come with? What part of Bavaria did she come from? Also, where did the Viking heritage come from? Were my relatives’ victims of the Vikings when they were attacking and pillaging England? I doubt I will ever know anything about this history.

I am proud that my families were able to live and suffer the adversities of immigrating to another country and start a new life that is the base of the life I have been very fortunate to live. This is the last frontier. If things go bad, there is not a wild frontier in the world. It will be up to the ones living here to fix the country.

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What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in?
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Fall is Here

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This morning was the first time the furnace went on early in the morning. The low temperature was forty-four degrees. For the last four-five months we are accustomed to sleeping with only a light sheet over us and the ceiling fan on low. Last night, no ceiling fan and a light comforter. Looking across the street I can see that the neighbors leaves on their trees are starting to turn yellow. The bees were not out this morning. You could see that the flowers are making their last stand before the first freeze. Time to start harvesting the flower seeds for next spring planting.

I am not ready for cold weather. As I age the winters are becoming harder to endure. I like to be outside as long as I am not cold and uncomfortable. Since I have been prescribed blood thinners, I get cold very easy. I easily acquire cabin fever. The cold winters months are hard on me staying inside and hoping for an early spring. Thinking about the high cost of utility bills depresses me. The H O A provides snow removal, at least I don’t have to do that unless the snow is under three inches. Driving on slippery streets is dangerous and stressful. Is it spring yet?

So, what can I do about it? Well, we could move to Pheonix like many of our neighbors. Thought about that, but family trumps that. All our family is less than fifty miles away from where we live now and that is the deciding factor of not moving. Therefore, what is left? The thing that I do best, moan and groan and complain about it to anyone that will listen. Oh, I will probably live through winter, and I will think. It really wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

Have a nice day.

Self-Publishing a Book

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Everyone has a book! Every public figure appears to have a book. Politicians, news commentators, TV stars and many other have a book for sale. They may be written by ghost writers, but they have a book.

For a long time, I had a dream of creating a book. However, I knew it would be virtually impossible to entice a major publisher to even consider a project from me. My ego is larger than my abilities and I shelved the dream of publishing a book.

I cannot remember how I stumbled onto Blurb Books. I think it happened when I was blogging on YourHub.com. This was a web site for The Rocky Mountain News, a newspaper in the Denver metro area. I think a fellow blogger mentioned Blurb Books to me and I went to their website.

My wife and I took a trip to Italy, and I wanted to create a book about our adventure. In June of 2008 I created my first book on Blurb Books. LINK

Since then, I have published over twenty creations on Blurb Books. They have many tools you can use to create your own book.

I have used their publishing software in the past until I discovered that you can now use the PDF format and send the file to them, and they can create your book. I use Microsoft Power Point to create my book and save as a PDF file and it has worked out very well.

You can keep your books private or sell them in their bookstore. Or you can set them up to sell on Amazon or Ingram. You can set your profit margin. You must remember though that you are responsible for the grammar and spelling, the photo resolutions and everything else. Therefore, proof and then again. They print what you approve!

https://www.blurb.com/bookstore

Here is my latest book LINK

For the price around a Starbuck’s latte, you can download a PDF file of this 226-page book.

A Trip Down Memory Lane

A Trip Down Memory Lane, podcast

This morning Dee and I went down memory lane. The Denver & Intermountain Interurban Car No. 25 Association had an open house and had trips on a restored streetcar from back in the early nineteen hundreds. Since both of us remember riding the streetcars in our young years this brought back a lot of happy memories. Seeing the no spitting sign brought a good laugh and the advertising above the seats. It is just amazing how technology has progressed in the last hundred years. We remember the trolley cars going around the corner and the electric cable jumping the power line, and the operator had to get out and put it back in place so the trolley could continue. We remember party lines where you had to listen for your ring before you answered the phone. Was it one ring, two rings, three rings? No privacy there. You could pick up the line and listen to your other party’s conversation.

Also, the rotary dial phone. One time a granddaughter wanted to make a call, and she was told to go use the kitchen phone. This was our last rotary dial phone. She said, “Grandma, I don’t know how to use this phone.” We got a good laugh out of that. It was a nice enjoyable excursion and the weather was perfect. Most of the riders were people of our age. Many enjoy going down memory lane. One thing they cannot take away from you is your memories and adventures happening in your life. On August 6th of this year, I posted Streetcars in Denver Here is the link for this blog https://tomt2.com/2024/08/06/streetcars-in-denver/

Why Have Tatoo’s become popular?

why are tattoos so popular? I don’t have a clue, but I am interested in learning more about the popularity of tattoos. Therefore, I asked my local AI the question and here is the answer.

Tattoos have surged in popularity for a variety of reasons, blending cultural, psychological, and social factors:

  1. Cultural Shift: Tattoos have transitioned from being associated with subcultures or countercultures to becoming mainstream. This shift has been influenced by celebrities, athletes, and public figures who openly display tattoos, thereby normalizing them.
    • Media Influence: Television shows like “Miami Ink” and “Ink Master” have made tattooing a form of entertainment, showcasing the art and the artists, which demystifies the process and makes it more appealing.
  2. Personal Expression: In an age where individuality is prized, tattoos offer a permanent way to express one’s identity, beliefs, or experiences. They can be:
    • Memorials: For loved ones, significant life events, or personal milestones.
    • Artistic Statements: People view their bodies as canvases for art, often choosing designs that are deeply personal or aesthetically pleasing.
  3. Social Media: The rise of social media platforms has turned tattoos into a form of digital content. People share their tattoo experiences, from the design process to the final reveal, creating a community around tattoo culture.
    • Tattoo Trends: Social media also drives trends. When a unique tattoo style or theme goes viral, it can lead to a surge in similar tattoos.
  4. Psychological Factors:
    • Empowerment: Getting a tattoo can be empowering, giving individuals control over their body image in a society where body standards are often dictated by others.
    • Ritual and Transformation: The process of getting a tattoo can be seen as a rite of passage or a transformation, marking new phases in life.
  5. Technological Advancements: Modern tattooing techniques, equipment, and ink quality have improved, making tattoos safer, more detailed, and longer-lasting. This has encouraged more people to consider getting tattoos.
  6. Economic Factors: The tattoo industry has grown, leading to more professional studios, better trained artists, and a wider variety of styles available. This professionalism has made tattoos more accessible and less intimidating for newcomers.
  7. Cultural Exchange: Globalization has brought diverse tattoo traditions from various cultures into the mainstream, like Polynesian, Japanese, and tribal designs, broadening the appeal.
  8. Rebellion and Conformity: While tattoos once signified rebellion, they now also represent a form of conformity to modern cultural norms where having a tattoo is often seen as cool or trendy.
  9. Therapeutic Aspect: Some find the process of getting a tattoo therapeutic, similar to acupuncture, where the endorphin release can be pleasurable or even meditative.

The combination of these factors has created a cultural environment where tattoos are not only accepted but celebrated as a form of personal and artistic expression. This widespread acceptance has made tattoos a popular choice across various demographics, transcending age, gender, and cultural boundaries.

Now I am educated on tattoos. No, I do not have a single tattoo.

Italy Trips

“Words Fly Away, Writings Remain” unknown author

It is ironic that my next project is crafting a book about our twenty-five trips and vacations taken in the last 35 plus years. I started a week or so ago and it is still in the rough draft area. Reviewing our 25 trips I say the Italy trips were the most enjoyable, the most memories, the farthest away from home, the most expensive and the most of everything. If I was younger, I would consider going back again.

The first trip was taken in 1998. It included the normal tourist attractions, Rome, Pompey, Venice, and many other sites were included. My mother in-law went with us. No, she did not stay in the same room with us. She stayed in a room with a friend that was also on the trip. Roseanne, my mother in-law was Italian and always wanted to visit Italy. Finally, at 79 her wish came true. The glow and happiness in her eyes were a memory you never forget.

The second trip occurred in 2007. The second trip not only included normal tourist sites but also was crafted by the tour guide around the attendants of the group. If you wanted to visit a family related town or city, he included that site in the package. It was fun to visit areas off the beaten path and enjoy how life is away from what they want you to see. Remo the tour guide was an immigrant from Italy and was able to offer this feature in his tours. He had no problem filling up his trips to Italy.

If you are interested in more information, I have included links to PDF files about the trips. Also, a link to the book I created.

Italy 1998 trip Link Italy 2007 trip link Sixteen Days in Italy book link

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My Playground

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I am too old to drink. I can’t play softball or shovel the snow. However, I can still type and that is what I do here. I have had a WordPress site since 2006 and lately I have been active. Totally I have posted over 240 posts and intend to post many more. I am over eighty and want to show that things can still be done in your senior years.

Here I try many new projects for me. I have a collection of books, magazines, podcasts and videos from my blogging adventure. As I become more comfortable with the platforms and software I attempt to try new things. This keeps my brain active and learning new things along the way. To me it is amazing what modern computing can do compared to when I started with a personal computer.

Back in 1994 I bought my first desktop computer from a co-worker that build computers as a sideline. I think I paid around $700 dollars for it. Those were the days of Windows 3.1, floppy discs and memory of under a megabyte. You spent more time waiting for the computer to compute than for you to actual work. I remember, “the blue screen of death.” This screen appearing meant you were in deep trouble. The internet was just an infant. The 32k modem and then the 64k modem. It is staggering how this tool has progressed in thirty years.

This is my playground! I spend many hours in my playground. If computers were not around, I would not have written any books. I just cannot visualize me sitting behind a manual typewriter and writing what I have written. I have a magazine section which is a collection of my blogging stories throughout the years. The buzzword these days is “podcast”, everyone has a podcast. On my blogs I now include and audio file for the ones that prefer listening instead of reading. It has become one of my most popular features. Many times, visitors download ten or twenty podcasts at a time.

I have also dabbled in video. But this has is too time consuming for me and the files are usually large. I am allowed 13g of storage space on WordPress and since I am on a fixed income, it would be hard to justify paying for additional storage.

In conclusion, this is my playground, and I am enjoying writing and sharing my stories, tales, experiences with the visitors and subscribers who have found my small speck of cyberspace.

Daily writing prompt
Why do you blog?
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Writing for Fun

I write for fun to express myself, share interests, and connect with like-minded individuals. Below are items I try to use in my blogging.

  1. Choose a Lighthearted Topic: I Write about something I enjoy. It could be hobbies, travel experiences, or even anecdotes from my daily life. I do not do politics on this site. There is way too much hate and anger in politics for this site.
  2. Use Visuals: I Include images, GIFs, or memes to add visual appeal. Visual content enhances the overall experience for the readers.
  3. Engage with Your Audience: I Encourage comments, ask questions, and interact with the readers. I could do better in this area.
  4. Experiment with Formats: Besides traditional blog posts, I try other formats like podcasts, videos or short stories. I attempt to keep things interesting.
  5. Share Personal Stories: I share events from life, spiritual experiences, and medical history.
  6. This is my playground, and I do not intend to make a dime.

Now I am attaching an audio podcast to my posts. The podcast page has become my most popular page. Many visitors download ten-fifteen podcasts at a time. Most are short and I have started to use my own voice instead of some AI voice from the internet.

My next project is to start an email campaign of my posts. If interested, send me an email at mail@tomt2.com

Thank you for stopping by and hope you come back again.

Daily writing prompt
What do you enjoy most about writing?
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Why have beards become so popular?
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Hello, this is TomT2.0. I have wondered why beards have become so popular. Therefore, I went to the local the AI for some comments. This is what AI came up with.

Ah, the great beard renaissance of the 21st century! Here’s why humanity has decided to embrace the facial fur with such fervor:

  • Masculine Identity: In an era where traditional masculine norms have been under scrutiny, beards have become a symbol of masculinity. It’s like men are saying, “I’m not just a guy; I’m a man with a beard that could house a small ecosystem.”
  • Cultural Trends and Media Influence: Remember when every TV show had at least one character with a beard so majestic it could be seen from space? Shows like “Duck Dynasty” or the rugged looks of actors like Tom Hardy have set the trend. If TV says beards are cool, well, who are we to argue with the small screen?
  • Perceived Health and Dominance: There’s a notion, backed by some studies, that beards make men look healthier, older, and more dominant. It’s like nature’s way of saying, “This guy might have survived a few more winters than you think.”
  • The Hipster Effect: Beards became a staple in hipster culture, symbolizing a rejection of mainstream grooming standards. If you’re going to be different, why not start with your face?
  • Historical Cycles: Beards go in and out of fashion like bell-bottom jeans. We’ve seen cycles where beards were all the rage, then vanished, only to return with a vengeance. It’s almost as if facial hair has its own sense of fashion timing.
  • Social media and Beard Envy: Platforms like Instagram have turned beard care into an art form. Men see these beards, think, “I could be that guy,” and thus, the beard trend spreads like wildfire.
  • Backlash to Grooming Norms: There’s a bit of rebellion in growing a beard. It’s like saying, “I refuse to conform to the clean-shaven corporate look.” It’s facial hair as a statement of individuality.
  • Scientific Reasons: Some studies suggest beards might have evolved as a signal in mate selection, indicating good genetics or health. Plus, there’s the theory that beards might have protected men’s faces in fights, making them more appealing to potential mates.
  • Economic and Lifestyle Changes: After economic downturns, there’s often a trend towards more rugged, ‘survivor’ looks. Beards fit into this narrative of resilience and toughness.

So, why are beards popular? It’s a mix of fashion, rebellion, science, and a dash of wanting to look like you could survive a zombie apocalypse. But remember, while beards might be in vogue now, give it time, and we might all be back to smooth faces, wondering what the fuss was about. Human trends, much like beards, are cyclical and often, delightfully unpredictable.

In conclusion, my blogging offers audio or reading, your decision. Have a nice day. Contact me at mail@tomt2.com.

How do you plan your goals?

Setting goals is a meaningful but achieving them can be challenging.

The way I plan for a goal all depends on what the goal is. I may lay awake at night planning and strategizing. I may develop a chart or a written plan. I may search for information on the project. It all depends on what the goal is.

Without a goal in mind, I cannot say how I would plan for the success of the goal.

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How do you plan your goals?
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Time After Life

Ah, peace, that elusive butterfly in the human garden of emotions. What brings peace to one might be the very thing that stirs another’s existential anxiety. Peace, it seems, is as personal as it is universal.

Many find peace within themselves. Peace is not just the absence of conflict; it’s the presence of inner calm.” Peace often comes from feeling connected, whether through family, friends, or a community. Others turn to the natural world that soothes the human spirit. A walk in the forest, the sound of waves. For some peace comes from aligning with a set of beliefs that promise a higher purpose or afterlife. One engaging in acts of kindness can bring peace for others. Engaging in or experiencing art can be deeply peaceful. Some find peace in understanding the world through technology or the vastness of knowledge available today. Others find peace in writing; the explosion of blogging proves that.

I can experience peace from the above items. However, about a year and a half ago, I had a near death experience. I was laying on the operating table and a medical assistant said, “Doctor his blood pressure is dropping fast.” I was feeling very bad, and I thought I just took my last breath. I do not know where I went, but I felt a peace I have never felt in all my life. PEACE, TOTAL PEACE! I cannot explain it, but the feeling was great. I believe I had a preview of time after death. When I came back that feeling of PEACE, TOTAL PEACE! disappeared and I have not felt it since.

In conclusion, I believe that I will not experience that feeling until the time after life.

Daily writing prompt
What brings you peace?
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A Two Letter Word

“Hello, this is TomT2.0, welcome to my podcast”. This is where I ramble on about anything. You can listen or read, whatever your preference. The prompt is “What is a word you feel that too many people use?”

“Uh”, is the word I feel is used way too often. Many, many times people use the word uh, between thoughts or paragraphs. This tells me that your brain is thinking of a response and the word uh is filling the silence. As if silence is bad. It is not too bad in a face-to-face conversation, but a public speaker saying the word uh many times is irritating.

Another phrase used too many times is “you know”. A comment is made, and the next phrase is “you know” How do they know that I know? I guess that is enough moaning and groaning for now.

If you want to receive notice when I post another blog, send me an email; at mail@tomt2.com or anything else you want to say to me. https://tomt2.com/

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What is a word you feel that too many people use?
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TomT2.0’s Shop

Good evening! The voice you hear is TomT2.0. The voice you hear is me. Not some AI voice I picked up from the internet. Dominic, a relative of mine. I am related to him somehow but, that is another story for later. He suggested that I use my own voice because it will add a personality to the podcast. Therefore, here I am. Email me at, mail@tomt2.com and let me know what you think.

All of my employment history is working for someone else. In 1987 after thirty years of working for someone else, I was laid off and had to learn how to look for a job at 46 years old. These were difficult times. Recently divorced and had two teenage sons to provide for. I almost started a small business then. I incorporated and thought I would continue a service that my former employer provided. Unfortunately, or fortunately my previous employer turned down the proposition and went another route. If I opened the business, I could have lost everything because the industry changed dramatically and the need for what I was going into disappeared five years later.

For a period, we would go to flea markets and sell anything available, and I was a distributor for an importer for oriental made items, I guess you would call them impulse items. I thought of getting a location and opening up a gift shop. However, having two teenage sons the financing was just not there. After four tough years I finally found a full-time job and retired in 2006.

Now that I am over eighty, I do not have a vision of opening a shop. This is my playground; this is my fun. My email address is mail@tomt2.com. Let me know what you think.

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If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?
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Life Support

Around a year and a half ago I experienced a near death event. I had a massive blood clot between my lungs, and I thought I took my last breath. I don’t know where I went but wherever I was I experienced something I have never experienced before in my life and that was peace, total peace. I believe this was a preview of time after death. I cannot explain what it felt like but, I must say it was great. Since then, I have not felt that way since.

My experience can be read at My Blood Clot Link.

Since that time, I have been on a blood thinner prescription. The medical team could never determine what caused my clot. I did not fit any item on their laundry list of reasons for my blood clot. Therefore, I was put on this medication and told to expect to take this pill every twelve hours. They told me to try to be consistent. If I start taking them at seven in the morning, then take one at seven in the evening. Getting in the habit of taking one when I get up and one when I go to bed is not consistent enough. Since it may vary by two to three hours. Also, they said if I forget one do not double up the dosage. This could cause internal bleeding. In other words, they gave me a good scare, be consistent or maybe pay the consequences.

Sure, I make sure that I take my keys, money, driver’s license, and all the other necessities. However, the most important thing for me is to carry one day’s dosage on me in case I am delayed somewhere. I think I can say, “I am on life support.” mail@tomt2.com

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What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
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Streetcars in Denver  

This is really stretching my memory. I was somewhere under ten years old. The time was before 1950. Streetcars were stopped in 1950. However, I remember riding streetcars in Denver. Those yellow painted wooden streetcars that would lumber down the middle of the street and many times when going around the corner the electrical power source would disengage from the main line and the streetcar driver would be required to disembark from the streetcar, go to the back and move the power line to the overhead line so that the streetcar could move on.

We lived just east of the Barnum area near First Ave and Federal Blvd. In those days Barnum was the place that Barnum and Bailey Circus stayed during the winter months. That is how Barnum was named. I don’t ever remember when the circus was staying there. Maybe I just don’t know what I was looking at. I do remember sometimes a religious revival would be in the area and you could see the large canvas tent from the road. Maybe they rented the tent from the circus for the revival. I was under ten years old; I am lucky I remembered the canvas tents and revival. Recently, I heard that Barnum bought the land, but they never stayed there during the winter. 

I do remember going downtown with my mother on the streetcar. There was a route that went to the Barnum area from downtown Denver. This was before checkbooks and all the conveniences we have now. Once a month my mother would take the streetcar downtown to pay all the bills. They were paid in cash and a receipt was vitally important in those days. If you could not generate a receipt, you had no proof of payment.

We would catch the streetcar somewhere near Grove Street. This was the end of the line, and a large circle would be made, and the streetcar would start the return trip to downtown Denver. If I remember correctly it would go for a period on Grove and then follow the gulley near 14th Avenue to downtown Denver. For a period of time, I believe it went east on Colfax Avenue. The route ended at “The Loop”. This was near 15th or 16th and Blake St. Many of the routes ended up there and would then turn around and take the designated route they were assigned. At the Loop there was a flower shop, meat market and other ones I don’t remember.

We would start walking up 16th Street and stop at American Furniture to make a payment on the furniture. I don’t know whether Jake Jabs was involved in American Furniture at that time, or he came at a later date. Following that we stopped at Industrial Federal Savings to make the payment on the house. My parents had a house built in 1941 and paid $5400.00 for that house. It is hard to imagine paying that for a house knowing what the prices of a house are now. 

Next was Mountain Bell to pay for that new modern convenience the telephone. Everyone had a party line in those days. It was either two parties or four parties. We had a two-party line. At least with a two-party line we did not have to listen for different rings. How spoiled we are these days. 

Public Service was the next stop. Remember Reddy Kilowatt? There he was in the showroom, waiting to collect your money for the gas and lite bill. I remember this building at night. They had lights embedded in the outside walls and they would be on at night. Reddy Kilowatt was ready to sell you all the electricity you needed.

It was getting near lunch time and our mother would treat us to lunch at Woolworth’s at sixteenth and Champa St. That place would be jammed packed for lunch. Many times, we had to wait for a seat to eat. If we were really good, we would get a small bag of Cashew nuts to take home with us. To this day I still like Cashew nuts. Woolworth’s is gone. W.T. Grants and Neisner’s are gone. Denver Dry Goods Company has disappeared. Many names I grew up with have just disappeared.  

After lunch we would walk back to The Loop and get on that old wooden yellow painted streetcar and return to the Barnum area. What do I distinctly remember about the trips to downtown Denver on those slow lumbering noisy streetcars? I remember the bell. I can still hear the bell in my head.  Ding! Ding!

A Broken Branch

A couple of years ago our neighborhood had an early fall snowstorm. The leaves were still on the trees, and it was a wet heavy snow. Many branches were broken off the trees. My neighbor, Carolyn who lives across the street, had a branch break from her tree that was maybe three-four inches in diameter where it broke off the tree and maybe ten feet of branch with leaves. Carolyn is a widow for over eight years. She lives by herself and over eighty, maybe ninety.

I looked at the broken branch on her lawn for two or three days. I then decided to go over and offer to cut up the broken branch and throw it in her trash container. She was totally surprised and said she has called her daughter, and she was going to come over, but she did not know when she could come over. I said I could do it now and she agreed to allow me. It took less than an hour to cut up to the size so they could be put in her trash container. After completion Carolyn offered to pay me, and I said no. I was just being a good neighbor.

That is my story.

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Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.
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Black Widow Spiders

Not too long ago I was watching The Discovery Channel or National Geographic Channel about black widow spiders. This brought back memories about my experience with black widow spiders throughout my life. This series also caused me to dream about the spiders for a couple of nights after the show. I guess the show was pretty authentic. 

Anyway, my parents built their home where a cherry orchard was before. For the first years the home was infested with black widow spiders. The screen doors did not fit very tight in those days and the spiders could crawl in under where the doors hung over the floors. There was I suppose more than a half inch opening between the floor and the bottom of the screen door.  

During my young years I remember my grandma taking the broom and knocking the spiders off of the outside of the screen in the door. There were occasions where my mother would pull open a drawer in a dresser or kitchen drawer and she would discover a black widow spider in the drawer. The most dramatic event was one evening we were getting ready for bed and my mother found one of these spiders climbing up the bed spread at the foot of the bed. This was a scary event for a young child under five years old. I don’t remember if it took me a long time to get to sleep after that event or not.  

The TV show I was watching was about a young child that was bitten twice by a spider that crawled into her bed between the sheets and bit her twice before she realized what was happening. That could have happened to me when I was young. That is probably why I had dreams after that show.

The house did not have a basement; it just had a crawl space of about three feet. I remember when I got older my dad and I would go in the crawl space, and he showed me all the spiders between the rafters that died when he got a unit call “Hari Kari”. It was a small electrical pot that you would put these pills in and the heat from the heating element would cause the pills to evaporate and emit a poison gas into the air and kill the spiders. Those rafters were just covered with carcasses of those spiders.  That Hari Kari eliminated our spider problem. Before my dad passed away, we were talking about the Hari Kari and then he told me they had to take it off the market because it emitted cyanide gas and it was considered too dangerous.  

Another event happened in a field we used to walk through to get to Alameda and Federal. One day we were walking through the field and got curious about this piece of wood that was there for a long time. It looked like some kind of door where three pieces of wood was fastened together with hinges on one side. It was lying flat on the ground, and I decided to pick it up and see what was on the other side. I put my fingers under the edge and stood it up on its side. No more than an inch away from my right index finger was a bright shiny black widow spider. That was a scary moment. I could have been bitten so easily.  

On occasion I run into black widow spiders in the garage now. Sometimes I was washing something down with the hose and disturb a web and one comes crawling out looking very mad. They sure are black and shiny. Black widow spiders have given me some uneasy moments.  

Sunset to Sunrise

Ten to eleven o’clock is the normal time for me to go to bed and sleep. Seven to eight o’clock is the normal time for me to get up.

Sounds simple, right? Unfortunately, there are events that does not make it a simple eight-hour sound sleep. First, my bladder requires attention at least twice during that time. Some nights it happens four times. Many times, I get up go and come back and go back to sleep almost immediately. Other times not so fortunate. My mind starts working and I start thinking about many different subjects and takes different times to fall back to sleep. I remember the good old days when I could fall asleep and sleep for eight hours before my bladder would say, “hey Tom, it is time to pee!”

Secondly, I have started to wake up somewhere around four or five in the morning. I guess I do not need eight hours of sleep anymore before I feel rested. I don’t get up at that time. It gives me a good time to reconcile various events in my life. It may be a recent event or some event that happened many years ago. I do enjoy this time though; it gives me a time to think about actions I took or relationships in my life. Also, I take time to talk to the creator. It is usually a one-sided conversation though. After this mental activity I usually take a snooze before it is time to arise. I cannot remember the last time an alarm clock was needed to wake me up in the morning. Apparently, my biological clock never goes to sleep.

As I become older the afternoon nap is becoming more common and the ten-fifteen-minute snooze has become an hour or more.

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What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?
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