Thanksgiving – US Holiday that falls on the 4th Thursday of November. Said to commemorate the harsh winter where the English settlers were near starving, only to be helped through by the grace of the indigenous people in the area. It is to be a day to give thanks for what we have and for those who are in our lives.
I think the indigenous peoples look back at it as the start of their apocalypse.
There are few things I hate more that disrespect of one’s own country. Let’s face it, even with all our issues as a country, this is still one of the greatest places in the world to live. The whole purpose of this post is not to get into the political or social issues or discussions, but for me to say just how much I cannot stand, to the point of feeling inexplicable anger and rage, the term “‘Murcia” in all its different spellings. In fact, just writing it pisses me off.
I need to make two disclaimers here before I get into my opinion. First, I am not a gay man. I have never entertained the idea of carnal love or knowledge in another man. Second, I have no problem with those who are gay (lesbians are included, I just don’t want to have to keep typing both… Redundant anyway.) There are too many people in the world to fall into one category (heterosexual). I really do not care one iota which side of the fence you stand, or even if you straddle it. Your decisions on who and how your love or want to marry has no bearing on who I love or want to marry.
OK, so there is no real correlation between the two, but I don’t feel like writing two different entries today. They don’t even come together in where I get bugged about the terms, but, I feel like being lazy today.
So last weekend I was with some friends down in Cave City for Memorial Day weekend. We had a blast, riding about and spelunking. Well, actually just guided tours, but hey, we were underground. Well, Saturday night we head to a restaurant for dinner and the 5 of us were talking about different stuff and plans and what we were doing in the area. Next to us, a married couple came in and started noshing on chips and salsa. Neither said anything to each other. They seemed to be in their 50s. Well, I noticed each of them were glued to their phones more like teens out with their parents. We kept eating and having fun interacting with each other. It was a good night. However, the couple next to us had moved to tilting their bodies in weird angles so they could both see one of the phones leaning against a condiment and watching some show. What? Really? I am all for technology, but sometimes we need a break from it. I just watch them watch their tiny “TV” and eat dinner in silence (except the annoying “TV”…)
It’s not just the younger generations that are becoming techno-zombies…
OK, before I start off on what this post is about, I want to let people know that I had a very good weekend, with no issues at all, and it was spent in good company. I have no complaints. I am also 99% ready for my trip to Tennessee Wednesday. Only some repacking to do to get the bike loaded up. Since the last couple posts have been about complaints (as this one technically is as well), I wanted to start off on a positive note.
Impatience seems to be a huge factor in making people idiots while driving. Sure, people will argue cellphones and txting are a bigger problem, but I think cellphones are just a symptom of the larger issue of impatience. Let’s consider the word “Impatience” for a moment, and give it a proper definition.
- im·pa·tience – noun
the tendency to be impatient; irritability or restlessness.
“she crumpled up the pages in a burst of impatience”
synonyms: restlessness, restiveness, agitation, nervousness, anxiety
Well, lets look up “Impatient”
- im·pa·tient – adjective
1. having or showing a tendency to be quickly irritated or provoked.
“an impatient motorist blaring his horn”
synonyms: irritated, annoyed, angry, testy, tetchy, snappy, cross, querulous, peevish, piqued, short-tempered
2. restlessly eager.
“they are impatient for change”
synonyms: restless, restive, agitated, nervous, anxious, tense, ill at ease, edgy, jumpy, keyed up
Damn, Illinois, you have nothing outside of Chicago but empty farmland! I rode through a good portion of IL during my Moonshine Lunch Run ride and there is nothing out there. It is a lot like Kansas where you have nothing but farmland forever. That, and tiny dying towns popping up on the road and disappearing in the mirror offering nothing to a passing traveler. In most cases, not even a dour local looking on suspiciously as you coast through. It felt like a post-apocalyptic landscape and I expected a hoard of zombies around each bend in the road. Thing is, there would not be enough people in the area to even constitute a hoard… It might be IL, but I bet those farmers out there are armed to the teeth.
So, while not a lot outside of motorcycling has been happening lately, I thought I would just give a quick update.
My normal life is finally moving over into a new style. Motorcycling has started moving into the foreground of my thoughts, even more-so now that the weather is getting better. I have riden every day it has been nice, and even on days where it was not even 25 degrees. In fact, last night I took a ride out for nearly 120 miles on small roads between my house and Frankfort and south. It was beautiful and not to be missed. Neither were all the damned gnats. It got to a point I could barely see and had to pull over and clean off my visor. Just one more reason to wear a full-face helmet.