Monday, August 20, 2012

Hammocks in the Hammock


Uncle Bubba was out working around the yard, no major chores, just the joy of puttering around in the fresh air and sunshine. As the hours passed he made his way towards his hammock that he has stretched between two trees. As he casts a short gaze upon it he reckons that he doesn't spend enough time lying in that comfortable cloth sling. After another lap around the yard he gives in to his inclination to flop into the hammock. He laid his head back and gazed up through the tree leaves, past the canopy up into the cobalt sky. How wondrous a sight of such a simple thing, yet of rare a sight if one does not take a moment to lie on one's back. A child wouldn't think twice about it. They fall on the ground and roll onto their backs and look at the clouds drifting by. But as an adult the view is different; it comes with more wisdom, more insight into what makes the trees and the clouds. And it comes with the knowledge that its finite, that nothing lasts forever; therefore the appreciation is much deeper, much more meaningful.



Bubbie relaxed and with a deep sigh he closed his eyes. He could feel the warmth of the sun dapple on his face as it danced through the leaves. He felt the air move across the hair on his arms as he rocked, floating above the ground; suspended comfortably. He would have loved to drift off to catch a few winks except for a bug that he felt walking on him. It made is skin crawl as he flinched. A bug. A simple, tiny insect, yet so annoying. In the chaotic business of life we often say that something bugs us. In Bubbie's view its a poignant moniker for those pesky buggers, the bug. So on this day he couldn't nap but he still had the rest.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

PVT or VP?

The first thing that popped into Bubbie's mind...





Yeah, I can see some similarities. I'm afraid that more will become evident as time goes by.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

What's Your Pleasure?


I received a rebuke of sorts from Uncle Bubbie about the last post. Behind his simple, soft spoken demeanor is lot of wisdom and I sometimes forget to take it all to seriously when I chat with Bubbie. He is so goodnatured and pleasant that it's not hard to laugh off many of his comments without regard for the wisdom which is imparted in them. Anyway, he reminded me that we had talked about finding happiness and when I had written, "the same theme repeated over and over throughout his tales, consider the thoughts and actions of someone other than yourself" from the last post I didn't go far enough. Bubbie and I were sitting on the porch in the heat of the afternoon discussing how happiness is not the same thing as pleasure. Happiness comes from within. As Aristotle says, happiness is an activity of the soul in accordance with areté (excellence or virtue). That's the ancient Greek Aristotle, not Buzz Aristotle that has the lumber mill out on county road 417. Buzz knows timber but he's not a people person. But now, pleasure is the natural accompaniment of unimpeded activity; a momentary feeling that comes from something external - a good meal, our stock going up, making love, and so on. In Bubbie's view, we here in the US are a pleasure seeking society. Most of us spend our energy seeking pleasure and avoiding pain, and hoping that by doing this we will feel happy.

Bubbie told me that for too long he walked around preaching that we should all try just a little harder to be happy but then realized that what he was preaching was his idea of happiness, which is different from anyone else's because we're all individuals. And since it comes from within one's soul, he could not know what anyone else could be feeling to generate their own happiness. He was quick to tell me that he still believes in finding happiness and the act of giving, but now on a different level. Likewise with pleasure, he assumed that all pleasure was positive but he now reckons that that ain't right either. Many folks find pleasure in destructive actions like gossip and drama. Why some of Bubbie's closest family and friends find pleasure stewing in their own misery; they must or they wouldn't do it. Take Wesley, a feller that Bubbie's known most of his adult life. In terms of our society's idea of success, Wesley had everything - a good job, a lovely wife and children, a beautiful home, and time to enjoy it all. Yet he was not happy. While he had momentary feelings of happiness while watching the truck pulls or drinking a cold beer with his friends, he also felt anxious and depressed much of the time. As the years passed and Bubbie hung around Wesley, it became apparent that Wesley's main desire in life was to have control over people and events. He wanted others to do things his way and to believe the way he believed. He was frequently judgmental with his coworkers, wife, children and friends, believing that he was right and they were wrong and it was his province to straighten them out with his judgment and criticism. Over time his natural demeanor had become hard and tough and he would be like a steamroller in his efforts to get his point across and get others to do things his way. When it worked and others gave in, Wesley felt a momentary pang of pleasure. But it wouldn't last and all the beer in the world couldn't easy the letdown. Uncle Bubba would spend hours trying to talk and more importantly listen to Wesley because as Bubbie said, "That's just what friends do." He discovered that Wesley also wanted control over his own feelings, and would often judge himself as harshly as he judged others in an effort to get himself to perform well and feel okay. He especially judged himself harshly when he felt rejected by others, frequently, secretly telling himself that he was an inadequate jerk. Poor ol' Wesley has never really changed. Sadly he could never see that happiness is the result of choosing to be a kind, caring, compassionate and gentle person with himself and others - quite the opposite of the judgmental, controlling person he had chosen to be. How much better would he be if he could learn that happiness is the natural result of being present in each moment with love and kindness toward himself and others rather than trying to control the outcome of events and others' behavior. Bubbie reckoned that if Wesley could be open to a different idea he'd discover that he'd feel true happiness whenever he'd let go of control and chose caring instead.

Uncle Bubba told me, and I agree that it is not easy to shift out of the deep devotion to control and become devoted to love and compassion toward oneself and others; most people need a teachable spirit and some good support to make this shift. That because our ego wounded self has been practicing control since we were very little; it's our nature. Yet the moment our intent is to control, our heart closes and we feel alone and anxious inside. Our intent to seek safety and pleasure through controlling others, outcomes, and our own feelings leads to an inner feeling of emptiness. Our feelings of emptiness lead to more pleasure seeking outside ourselves that can lead to addictive behavior. In Bubbie's view, that's reason enough to get over on the good foot and give a new path a try.

As he put it, "Sometimes we just have to let go of our ideas of what is best for others and trust that it will all turn out just the way it should. After all, God is a-watchin' over us; He's got it all cyphered out if we'd just get out of his way. People been a-thinkin' that the end of the world has been comin' since the dawn of time; but life goes on - best we just ride along and enjoy it... Ya know, be happy."

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Thinkin'? Just Wonderin'

Uncle Bubba has noticed a bushel barrel full of new trends in our society and he'd thought he'd share a few just to get y'all's take on it. For instance, we're getting lazier. Not in the "cant get up and move" way, that's obvious; but the "I don't care" way. Several times this week, Bubbie has gone to a store or some public place and parked ol' Blackie in a big ol' parking lot. Then walking, had to stop suddenly on the edge of a curb so as not to get run down by vehicles rapidly approaching with no apparent regard for pedestrians. He's had people walk in a door just ahead of him and let the door swing shut almost hitting him in the face. He's held the door for folks and had them walk out, look him in the eye and not say a word; not a thank you... nothing. Bubbie sees too many people spit on the sidewalk, throw trash out their car windows, cuss in front of children, carry on loud cell phone conversations in restrooms, restaurants and stores, and just generally showing out in public dressed inappropriately with poor hygiene. It seems that we've lost any sense of decorum or manners. Then when it does show up it seems misplaced. With social media there seems to be a never ending succession of public apologies from comedians, or actors, or even the average Joe. Comedians tell jokes that are often offensive. Is that anything new? Being able to laugh at off color topics is a way for many of us to release stress and tension. So you're offended and for whatever reason you feel the need to post that on Facebook. Bubbie reckons that it's to show everyone your moral fortitude. OK, it's your right to post it just as it's the comedians right to tell jokes. But what's wrong with these jokers quickly offering the now obligatory apology as they step off of the stage? We say what we say and it's our right to say it. Of course you're going to offend someone; that's their problem. Stop kowtowing to these narcissistic moralists. Tell your joke and move on. Go get busy writing some new material because it takes the funny out of it when you apologize.

Bubbie isn't the least bit interested in being on Facebook or Tweeting on Twitter. But he's heard many a tale of someone writing something on the inner-tubes that gets the family riled. Here's the thing; people say stupid stuff all the time. We all step in it every once in a while. Why even Bubbie knows that feeling of hearing the words coming out of his mouth and simultaneously wanting to pull them back in. It might get you a rebuke or a dirty look. But when you write it, it's worse. First of all, the average Dick and Jane ain't professional writers so crafting a statement or paragraph to express their thoughts or feelings is like committing verbal hara-kari. And then the readers interpret the writing with their own perception. You might write witty sarcasm but they read that you're viciously stupid. So what's the result? Consequences. Responsible adults know what consequences are; children, irresponsible adults, and morons don't. But just like avoiding VD, abstinence and manners would serve society just all that much better. We're all bitchin' about the world we're living in but look around and see who's doing something about changing it. In Bubbie's view we keep hearing the same theme repeated over and over throughout his tales, consider the thoughts and actions of someone other than yourself. That's because he cares about the world and everyone in it, even if he is just a simple country boy.

Thursday, August 02, 2012

Gator Bites


Uncle Bubba sat at his kitchen table and sipped a hot cup of coffee as he looked upon the newspaper. He choked in astonishment as he drew a sip when he read the following story: "In Everglades City, an airboat captain whose hand was bitten off by a 9-foot alligator last month was charged Friday with feeding the animal. Wallace Weatherholt, 63, posted a $1,000 bond and received a court date of Aug. 22 on a charge of unlawful feeding of an alligator. According to the Fort Myers News-Press, Weatherholt was attacked on June 12 as he was giving an Indiana family a tour of the Everglades. The family said Weatherholt hung a fish over the wide of the boat and had his hand at the water's surface when the alligator attacked. Wildlife officers tracked and euthanized the gator. Weatherholt's hand was found but could not be reattached. Feeding an alligator is a second-degree misdemeanor." He roared with laughter and Sweet Pea walked in the room to see what he was up to.
"It's this story that I just read in the paper about an alligator attack."
"You think an alligator attack is funny?"
"No," Bubbie paused, "It's not that, but the stupidity of everyone involved! The old feller lost his hand in the attack and still the officer arrested him for feeding a gator!"
"Losing his hand isn't enough punishment?"
"Exactly! Then they tracked the gator down and killed it. So apparently it's illegal to feed a gator but not to kill one! This level of stupidity is squarely what's wrong with this country anymore! If'n a feller is stupid enough to get bit by an alligator that's his problem. And if'n a officer has nothing better to do than arrest him for it, and then hunt and kill the gator, then he's an idiot and a waste of our tax dollars. Yet he's in authority and is coached to do it by his supervisors! There's no common sense in government anymore and it's putting us all in the doggone poor house! We need leaders that have the guts to lead, to make changes, and fire proven idiots!"
"Amen Bubbie, Amen."

Our tax dollars at work. At least there's no line at the doughnut shop!


Note: Before this post was published a story came on the news about a plane that was hit by a bird. The impact crushed the nose of the airliner and opened a gaping hole in the sheet metal. Then it was reported that the type of bird was unknown but tissue samples were being sent to a lab to determine its species. Seriously? The government has to waste our money in determining what type of bird hit the plane? The airline company isn't paying for it, we are! So what's the deal; if it was a bald eagle are they going to press charges against the pilot? Again, this business-as-usual, idiotic waste of time and money is common place in government and will only end when we say enough is enough.

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Willard Mitt Romlympics

I don't know about y'all, but that Romney feller is ruining my Olympics watching. Personally, I don't need some half wit wannabe busybody traipsing all over England pretending to be our President, embarrassing the rest of us. Somebody oughta tell that dude to knock it off! And, of course, shame on the TV stations for putting him all over my Olympic coverage like he IS the doggone President! In Bubbie's view, the Olympics are about triumph of the human spirit and national pride, not empty headed politicians buying screen time.