Movie memories

I just watched the latest Avatar movie

The theatre had reclining seats and a button to order food and drinks

A wide selection of hot and cold food, cocktails and wine

Special effects and 3D make the movie stand out as ultra modern

But the story line was not new

Bad guys chasing good guys

The Avator forest people rode flying dragons

Families under threat

Kids disobeying parents to join the fight

Plenty of modern weapons in the fight scenes

Interestingly the animated forest people also used bows and arrows

When the main characters ran out of machine gun ammunition

They resorted to an old fashioned fist fight

It reminded me of the first movies I went to see as a child

Saturday morning matinees in the local cinema

We called it the flea pit

Crackly projection movies

With Indians chasing cowboys

There was no 3D back then

Nor could you order food and drink from your seat

You had to buy snacks from a lady holding a big tray near the front

You could buy either chocolates or orange juice

But the story line was the same

The Indians rode horses back then

Arrows flew into bad guys

The heroes had a good fist fight to win

The story lines have never changed much over time

The movie theatre menus have evolved though

Merry Regiftmas

He woke up early

It was Christmas morning

The city was quiet

After a long night of partying

Loud music and fireworks

He was dreading the Christmas gift exchanges

Giving regifts to reduce his clutter

But getting more regifted gifts

To sit in a drawer

Until next year’s regifting period

The problem is how to remember

Which regift was regifted by who

For it is fine to regift anything

To the regifter except their own regift

That would not be in the spirit of regiftmas

He considered his options

Maybe a regifting spreadsheet

To track the regift origins

Or simply donate them all

And break the regifting regift gift cycle

It really is a first world problem

When you have no need for anything

To be burdened with unwanted stuff 

From folks who also need for nothing

But receive more unwanted stuff in return

There are so many in this world in dire need

Undernourished children

Neglected elderly

Homeless people

They do need stuff more than him

So better to give his friends and family

The ultimate ever lasting gift

Of friendship and unconditional love

And receive the same in return

Just wrap these gifts with sincerity

Gift your spare money to charities

Donate your time to help others

Do this all year round

To make a difference and leave a legacy

Wishing you all a very merry nomoreregiftmas

4 out of 3 people struggle with fractions

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I woke up this morning with plans to complete some DIY

having ordered the materials yesterday online it was going a short drive to the local store to pick them up

I pulled up my emails to look up the order number

shocked to find a cancellation email because the items were out of stock

I found replacements from another store 6 miles away

that might not seem a long drive but in Miami traffic it can take forever

I set off at 11am hoping to beat the morning rush hour

it was bumper to bumper all the way with aggressive impatient drivers all around me

Apparently every waking Miamian was on the road in these last few days before the Christmas holiday

eventually I reached the store but the parking lot was a total zoo

cars were circling to pounce on any opening spot to park

others parked in unmarked spaces making it almost impossible to maneuver round them

eventually I found a spot at the far end which left me a long walk to the store

I felt like a matador at the bullfight as cars charged towards me searching for their parking spots

I had to jump out of the way or be gored by a beat up pickup truck

no cheers from the crowds for my brisk matador moves

eventually I made my way inside only to find a huge line to pick up my order

it would have been quicker for me to pick it all off the shelves myself and do the self checkout

the line moved so slowly I felt much older by the time I got to the front

I decided to carry my stuff as opposed to pushing it in a cart

matadors do not take carts to the bullfight

the bulls seemed more intent on chasing me when they saw my arms full of packages

my nimble feet kept me away from instant death and I eventually got to my car unscathed

the ride home was even worse with accidents causing backups and long delays

slow crawling and flaring tempers led to a battle of the horn blowers

I wondered if the horn blowers were just letting off steam or did they really think it would speed up the car in front

it soon went viral with everybody honking so I just had to join in and honk away

all we missed was a conductor to direct who honks in sequence to produce Mozart’s Jagd Symphony

I eventually got home very tried, hungry and stone deaf

my DIY shelving project became totally shelved in place of lunch

my shelves were shelved again as I decided to take a walk in the park by the marina

it was odd to see people walking as opposed to being inside their wheeled boxes on the road

nobody honked or try to run me down and people actually smiled at me

a stark contrast to the events earlier in the day just a few miles away

I stopped by the place where the manatees hang out and sure enough a couple were there

I met two other manatee fans peering over the railings at these beautiful creatures

they seem to exude peace, calm and tranquility which is transferred to onlookers

my morning stress had evaporated into a distant memory

I fantasized about teaching manatees to drive cars

have them patrol the busiest streets to slow everybody down

motorists would calm down and smile at each other

everybody would wave to the manatees and feel totally relaxed

pedestrians would no longer feel like prey being hunted down by vehicles

conductors for car horn blowers classical music productions would become unemployed

I walked back home through the park with my faith in humanity restored

opting to tackle that DIY project with vigor as I tore open the boxes

only to find they had given me the wrong items

time to do battle again in the Miami traffic and return to the store

I stared at the empty passenger seat while waiting for the traffic to move

no passenger to keep me company and sadly no manatee to keep me sane on this mad journey

Cruising and boozing

We went cruising

It was mostly boozing

In-between oversize meals

We forgot how abstinence feels

Its just one big floating party

With people dressed so smartly

Headphones for silent disco dancing

Alcoholic fueled inhibitions lost prancing

Followed by top deck late night clubbing

Middle aged awkward toe stubbing

Next morning was remarkably quiet

In contrast to last night’s riot

Most folks slept late in their beds

Waking up with very sore heads

Faded memories and partying amnesia

Embarrassingly rediscovered on social media

Clever stuff this fog

It was a foggy morning

Dense fog in all directions

No sunrise today

Not even a hint of the sun

A dull dreary uniform grey blanket covering everything

No raindrops but the ground was soaked

Water leaking from the fog

Everything was super quiet

No traffic sounds

The birds stopped singing

I opened the door wide

Expecting the fog to pour into the house

It stayed outside

Refusing to enter in fear of captivity

I went outside to capture some fog

Spooning it into a jar

Screwing the lid on tight

Labeling the jar with the date

Placing it on a shelf

I went back outside for a walk

Almost bumping into things

I soon got lost in the fog

Found my way home by chance

Decided to go back to bed for a few hours

When I woke up the fog had all gone

My view had returned

The sun was bright in the sky

I was relieved and wondering where it all went

Was the fog in another neighborhood now

Creating panic and slowing down traffic

I went to check on my captive fog in the jar

The lid was still tight

But it was all clear inside

The fog had somehow escaped

Perhaps they sent in foggy commandoes to rescue my prisoners

Clever stuff this fog

Roots

She watched a commercial

For coloring roots

A few clicks later

The product was arrived

Her roots needed coloring

It was well overdue

She felt bad

Her roots never complained

She colored her roots

She felt better when it was done

Her roots were indifferent

They kept growing

She gave up coloring them

They grew longer

Happy long roots

Became long undyed hair

Happy natural hair

Unhappy root coloring supplier

From Racing Mini Coopers to being a MiamIan

Back in the 80’s I lived a different life

I lived in England and was totally engrossed in motorsports

Owning a Mini Cooper racing car 

Spending countless hours maintaining it

All for the thrills of driving a few fast and furious minutes on the track

My favorite TV show from the 80’s was Miami Vice

Undercover cops driving Ferraris and chasing drug dealers

A wild crazy city full of gun toting criminal gangs

I had no ambitions of visiting Miami back then

Fast forward forty years and here I am living in Miami

Waking up to spectacular views over Biscayne bay

Riding my bike most days over the Rickenbacker causeway

Taking in the dramatic views of the Miami skyline

Visiting international art exhibitions like Art Basel

Miami today is thriving with culture

Live music and great food are steps away

Ferraris regularly roar along the streets 

Perhaps one day I will see Crockett and Tubbs driving by

The people here are so friendly and welcoming

A great place to live if you love being outdoors

Pinching myself every day to verify its not a dream

Ian is in Miami

You can take Ian out of Miami

But you cannot take Miami out of Ian

Ian is now a MiamIan

finally success

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I close my eyes

Searching for darkness

Images flash through my mind

I plug my ears

Hoping for silence

Voices talk in my head

I sit on a soft chair

Wanting to relax

My back starts to ache

I stare at a blank computer screen

Fingers resting on the keyboard

Words start to fill the page

I stop writing to read what I have just written

It does not please me

Delete delete delete delete

I look out of the window

Waiting for inspiration

He never shows up

I turn on the TV

The guide has endless channels

None of them look interesting

I pick up a book

The story is so slow

I stop before the end of the first chapter

I stream relaxing jazz

Gently rocking in the chair

My foot starts tapping

Back to the computer

More words start flowing

I declare the delete key to be out of bounds

Finally success