Here is how it turned out:
When I first set up Words From Warren I had the far-too egotistical idea that I could write about marriage. Sure, I had experience, today I have been married 38 years and 7 months, but did I learn anything valuable you haven’t already read somewhere else?
Then comes along the 2016 Presidential election. If I posted a blog during that campaign it was only marginally about marriage. Although not insignificant thoughts because the unbelievable idiot we elected seems to have ravaged the idea of marriage.
I have been tempted along the way to write about pets, felines in particular, veering away from human relationships. I was living with an aging cat who was very beloved and our daughter had a little black bug of a cat that spent a few weeks with us every year at the holidays.
I briefly, very briefly, considered writing about sexuality and even erotica. Even briefer than that!
It would have been easy enough to write about personal medical things. We are incredibly fortunate to have providers at a big research hospital where caring people offer the best in treatment.
Meanwhile, I have had a blog post simmering in my mind for a long time. It is about gender roles. I think I would have a little to add or at least be able to goad my fellow males into thinking more deeply.
So, what it boils down to is simply writing for the fun of it. I can’t think about whether my blog will be read or if my slant on an issue helps at all. I just have ideas that I want to write about and send them out to cyberspace. If you enjoy my blog post or if you hate it, make a comment. I will appreciate it
My daughter, Matrika, always gives me wonderful birthday gifts. In 2010, she surprised me with tickets to see the Minnesota Twins in their new Target Field. There was my first iPod, inscribed “Happy 70th Birthday, Dad”. My North Face winter jacket saves me every time I am dumb enough to venture out in a Minnesota winter. I could go on and on but won’t. You get the idea
True to form, this year she sent me AL FRANKEN GIANT of the SENATE. I haven’t finished it yet, but probably will today.
With chapters such as “The Year of the Bean Feeds” and “The DeHumorizer™” the book is very easy to read. I found out many things about our State and Al’s real concern for its people. He even danced with Ojibway at a Red Lake pow wow.
I think I will make a rare printout of this photo Matrika took of us in 2007 at the Minnesota State Fair to tape inside the cover of my new book. I treasure this picture. I am very proud of this Minnesotan.
Franken was (is) a great comedian. He was a founder of Saturday Night Live. He and his partner, Tom Davis, whom he met in high school at Blake, became a hit team around the country. He has written some very funny books, too. I found myself laughing out loud reading this one
I don’t mean to brag–wait, I do–we have two of Congress’ best Senators. Amy Klobuchar , our Senior Senator, must have jumped for joy when Al joined her in the Senate.
Read this book. You can get it on your Kindle. Go to the library. Remember hardcovers? Unless you are a talk radio listener, you will love it! I promise.
In the last couple of weeks I have received some communications that I reacted to with more anger than I remember having in a long time. This is not good, being mad feels terrible.
It is also dangerous to the soul. Thus, the motto found on some church basement walls: “HALT: Never get too hungry, too angry, too lonely or too tired”, which cautions I often ignore. The hungry part is there because who can eat while storming around screaming and threatening whoever I think caused it. Then, that kind of behavior is definitely anti-social and lonely. Finally, tiring, leaving me ragged and dragging. Sorta makes the case for putting up the poster in a prominent place for meeting goers to see.
Words of advice in these situation is often “Count to 10.” However, if you want that to work remember to go very slowly or maybe better, “shampoo, rinse and repeat” ’cause the first time through probably won’t do the trick. It doesn’t for me anyhow.
When I finally get there I remember a couple of important things: 1) Inconsiderate people do mean and hateful things to others on a regular basis and 2) I don’t have to sacrifice that much emotional energy raging against their idiocy.
Oh yeah, I should mention, from their perspective they think they are justified. So doing battle with them is even more foolish.