The Leaders of The United States say they want the violence to stop in the Gaza Strip. Thirteen hundred men women and children have been killed in The Gaza Strip alone by the Israeli’s bombs and soldiers. In turn 23 Israeli soldiers have been killed and couple of civilians have died in Israel. Hamas is no angel for it has been hiding their rockets in schools and other public buildings. Who really cares about their inaccurate missiles, Israel also has one of the most advanced missile defense systems but here is what I find ironic.
While President Obama asks both sides to stop firing, our defense department has been asked by Israel’s defense department to release more weapons stockpiled by our military located at a supply depot there. Guess what we told them? Yes…. I wonder what would happen if we just said no..
So while you hear calls by our leaders to go to the bargaining table know it’s all just talk… If we said, “No more ammo” things might chance but they won’t. The only time things might change is when the Islamic -Judeo principle of an eye for an eye is cast off. You know as well as I that won’t happen.. Tell me this too will pass
Slowly things are disappearing from around the house. Usually just saying the word ‘disappearing’ would bring thoughts of theft to one’s mind but for me it’s liberation. Steve the palm tree that had made his home in my front room for years has gone on to a new home. Every night I would come home and look at him and wonder when was the last time I had watered him.
As I look around the house, everything a price tag on it… Now I know where my wages went over the last few years. I must of spent thousands of dollars on this stuff and Im taking into account that everything here on sale is pennies on the dollar. After everything is said and done; What has worth? I mean really… This too will pass…
Yesterday morning as Rob and I were crossing the Richmond Bridge on the way into work, Rob asked out loud, “I wonder if Ed’s coming in today. What’s up with him?” I replied, “It’s his panic attacks. You heard what Stephan said the other day about Ed. He took one look at him and gave him the days off. I’ll give him a call and see if he’s coming in.” A few moments later there was Ed with his explanation for his absence and quite frankly it didn’t make any sense. It was something about not being able to sleep from cramps or heat. I calmly said, “Ed listen to me. Call Kaiser and tell them that the group therapy isn’t working. Tell them you’re missing work and you can’t sleep. When was the last time you closed your eyes?”
More than once Ed has asked me how I relax and prevent myself from having panic attacks. I tell him I sit quietly and focus on being calm. I don’t suffer from panic attacks but in his mind I do. I try to give him some comforting words to help him. Ed went on to say, “Juanito, The other night when both Rob and you were both off I almost lost it.” I replied, “You need help beyond therapy and maybe as much as you don’t like taking pills, you might just need the smallest dose of something.”
I ended our conversation with my usual parting phrase of, “Have compassion on your suffering and feel better.” I’ve come to understand anxiety and panic attacks more of late. I had heard of them but never really had never known anyone with them. Talk about a mentally debilitating illness; I hope he is able to find some sort of peace from within. The Cosmic Consciousness wants us whole not shattered and right now he’s shattered. This too will pass.
I’m addicted to watching reruns of Cops and in this moment I enjoy it.. Now having said that, this mornings episode involved a woman who called 911 saying her boyfriend had been beating her and she wanted him out. At first glances you would have thought that the guy would have been heading to jail. After all was said and done it was her in the back seat of the sheriff’s car.
It turned out she suffered from borderline personality disorder and this sheriff’s visit was just one of many. She was known to the officers as being prone to outbursts of anger and emotional crying jags. The police knew she was unstable and tonight’s little episode was just another of many. Her constant use of drugs and alcohol trying to medicate her condition had taken a toll on her sanity.
Her screaming didn’t help her case against the man being detained. At one point her out of control rage turned to a complete emotional breakdown. Next of course came the takedown when she refused to comply to what the officers had told her to do. One of the officers asked the man what he wanted to do after she got out of jail and he said, “I just want to get her stuff out of my house and her out of my life.” You know it as well as I do that the cycle will start again as soon as she gets out of jail. I felt sorry for her because it wouldn’t get better till she wanted to get well. I’m a fool for caring but at least I care. This too will pass.
I sat in my truck most of night as I waited for the clock to tick off till the end of my shift. Once again the computer had sent me to a dangerous street in West Oakland. I refuse to be sent into a high crime area so that a person can watch four hundred and fifty mindless channels of television. The Worlds Largest Telecommunications Company or should I say management for TWLTC couldn’t care less about their technicians safety. Oh let me rephrase the last sentence. They do care to the extent that each Wednesday they have a twenty minute safety meeting but that is to indemnify the company from lawsuits and show they care…
Let’s just say I’m working in that area and I am stabbed by a Crack fueled assailant. The company lawyers would tell the jurors, “He should have not accepted that job knowing the area it was in. We tell the employees that their safety is their responsibility.” No it’s called providing a safe working environment for their employees.
I’m sorry people are forced live in that miserable area of Oakland. Its truly is miserable; where the only good cars driving around are those of drug buyers from outside the area trying to score drugs. I refuse to be assaulted and robbed so close to my retirement. I now know what goes thru the mind of soldiers in the last days of any conflict, “Please just get me thru these final days. Let me just get on that plane home.” This too will pass…
So I’m sitting in my truck taking a break and wondering what should I do with Toonce in the transition from house to whatever. Board him? See if he can stay somewhere? I’m looking up cat boarding on my IPad when this cat jumps on the hood of my truck… I’ve driven company trucks for 34 years and never has a cat jumped on my truck…. This too will pass.
I’ve done it thousands of times but today I was a bit too careless. I boomed up to the splice case and cut off the booms engine. It’s a safety practice that you always leave the engine on for a quick retreat should it be necessary. Today it was necessary. As I un-clipped the final latch on the case a swarm of angry hornets exploded out and engulfed me.
The cranky hornets were defending their comb and It was my fault for I was disturbing their nursery. I ducked down into the bucket as the angry beasts wanted revenge. One got in my shirt and stung me multiple times. One mad bomber hit me on my chin while his buddies attacked my arms. I quick restarted the engine and quickly lowered myself to the ground…
After I regained my composure I returned with wasp spray and anyone left in the area, well they are on to their next incarnation. I called the duty supervisor to inform him should I swell up. I probably won’t but I might as well do the right thing.. This too will pass.
Please tell me I’m not the master of none. Alright my backhoe and bulldozer operating abilities are a bit questionable but on the whole I can do most anything… I do know my limitations and as Dirty Harry once said, “A man’s got to know his limitations.” This morning as I was sorting out the tools to keep and the ones to cut away, I came upon tools and parts I once had big plans for but those plans never did quite materialize.
Twelve years ago I rear ended an abandoned car in the fast lane of the 580 Interstate at 4am. The driver had left the car out of gas without hazard lights nor flares. At the last moment I glanced of the stalled car and spun to a stop twenty yards down the freeway. Everyone thought the vehicle was totaled but I was able to repair the front end and replaced the engine without fancy tools. That little abused truck lasted another 5 years.
I realized I had been saving a pile of specific parts from the long gone blue pickup. The truck was sent to the wreckers in 2008 and it’s probably a new pickup somewhere in the world. Yet I held on to something of little value. As I’ve said before I’m cutting it all away…. This too will pass.