Random thoughts…

Sometimes thoughts,  about anything everything and nothing in particular, march through my head.  They stand there, firmly planted, urging me to set them free.

No, no, no.  I’m not hearing voices and am not under some weird delusional umbrella.


I just think.  A lot.

 

Today, for example…

Our local school district (like most, I’m sure) has students getting their homework assignments on the school website.  Few, if any, workbooks or sheets are handed out by teachers to students.

What IF…students don’t have Internet access, not even a computer, or printer, at home?

This has to reflect a drop in the expense of materials to the districts.  And,  where educators are concerned, they’re spending less time in not having to deal with paperwork.  In our particular area, teachers rarely remain at school once the day ends and the majority of parents have to rely on contacting them via e-mail when attempting to address educational, or other, school issues.   What so many local taxpayers question are some teacher salaries here that skirt $100k a year but, sadly, those figures don’t represent educators who are dedicated to their craft, many are tenured and somewhat jaded, just waiting to retire.  Sad commentary on all the teachers looking for work who can truly make a difference.

Cutbacks, streamlining…but…our school budget continues to rise.


 

And this…

Anyone who has ever been involved with a group…PTA, church group, club…can attest to there always being offshoots within each organization.  Sometimes, they are a collective gathering of subversive-type members who hold their own little meetings behind the scenes.  These people have lots of ideas about “how things should be run” but all they do is…talk.  Then, when something doesn’t go their way, they pry themselves from some corner and insist their ideas are all that count.


It all boils down to the same people doing the same work all of the time while the idea men and women just sit in the sidelines and criticize.


Last one.  I promise…


I absofrickenlutely HATE Facebook’s Timeline!  Hate it, hate it, hate it!

Facebook’s asinine parameters for uploading a cover photo for a page majorly, well…suck!  851 pixels by 315 pixels.  No matter what I’ve attempted to work with, every damn photo looks like something from a distorted mirror in an amusement park.

Know what, Zuckerberg baby?  It wasn’t broke, didn’t need fixing!

You need to spend more time in finding some hairstylist who will give you a big boy haircut dude!  Stop screwing-up Facebook!

 

I’m done.  For now…


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The wall…

One month.

Thirty-one days.

More than four weeks.


That’s how long it has been since I’ve written…anything.

That’s me up there, smack dab against the wall.


It’s not that life has been a whirlwind of pleasant activity lately, quite the opposite in fact,  and it’s been enough to bring a halt to all the pounding words inside my head, each pushing and shoving while trying desperately to work their way out of my tired brain.

Writing prompts.  Love them but haven’t been able to muster-up any focus in that direction and it’s frustrating as all hell.

I’m feeling like a total slacker in the writing department and can do nothing more than stare at this damn wall, wishing I could put my fists right through the bricks so that I can bask in some creative sunlight again.

 Metaphorically-speaking, of course.



It happens to the best of us but, I’m not the best.  Just someone trying to get on that page of accomplishment, someone trying to finish a book and maintain a blog, someone wishing they had something worthwhile to share.

This too shall pass, I’m sure.  Well…kind of but not completely.  I mean, one has to have hope but when the sailing gets rough…know what I mean?



Keep a lifeline handy….




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Back to my playground…

 

After a fairly hectic work week, I curled up in front of the television and watched a favorite movie, Heart Like a Wheel; kind of a chick-flick for someone who once enjoyed tearing down a quarter mile at breakneck speeds. 

                                  

That would be…me.  

Later, my dreams had me drag racing through the night and into the early morning hours.  Today, I’ve been in some pretty deep thought about what I would redo in my past, if I had just one chance to return to what used to be…my playground.

Trust me, there is plenty and it’s difficult to focus on just one thing but…for fun’s sake, I’d walk, no run, back to the late 60’s and a chance to earn my NHRA Competition License.

I was close back then, very close.  A local speed shop owner offered me the opportunity to drive his AA/Gas Dragster to qualify at a local drag strip.  The requirements were not as strict as they are today even as dragsters started approaching speeds of 200 mph.  If you were a street racer and week-end competitor at a drag strip, having that important piece of paper gave you an edge, if not just bragging rights.   Aside from those rights, there were great memories of the various racing events which gave me the thrill of meeting so many big names in racing, among them, Shirley Muldowney, who advised me to follow my dreams and “show these guys what you’re made of…get that license!”

And I wanted one…badly.

In 1967, the NHRA’s requirements were as follows…”Known, qualified, competent drivers will be the first to receive their license upon the recommendation of their home strip manager. These experts then become the backbone of the entire program. Their judgement and experience, along with that of the strip manager, determines who shall be licensed later. Each strip manager will be a member of the Licensing Committee for his strip. Other members will be at least two licensed drivers at each meet.

The driver’s test will basically consist of a series of runs before the Licensing Committee, working gradually to a full quarter-mile under power and at progressively faster speeds. Should a driver not pass his first or subsequent tests, he can continue to apply at each meet, but is limited to single runs until he passes the test and receives his license from the Division Director.”

I was a ready-teddy, armed with a competitive and mechanical background, necessary signatures and that need-for-speed.  The only drawback was the dragster at hand and questions about the safety of both its design and performance.  As I said, I was close but those questions were to keep me from making what could have been a dangerous attempt to grab that precious license.

It just wasn’t meant to be and I gave up the chance only to learn, a few months later, the rail job exploded during a race and the driver was severely injured. 

That…could have been me.

But, if given that chance to go back to that playground and try it all again?  You bet your gas, I would!

 

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From Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop… Tell us about a favorite side hobby you’ve had at some point in your life.

A favorite post from several years ago which fit this prompt…perfectly.  Drag racing, a hobby?  It was so much more than that, mostly one of the most exciting things I’ve ever done.  Mostly.  I’m sure there have been others but with everything involved in owning and racing a car, I can look back on so much knowledge learned and some sorrow with not having my GTO any longer.  But, I wouldn’t have missed it all, not for the world!

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