Gerald

Gerald was an unusual kid

intelligent but socially awkward

never mixing with others at school

a loner who was often bullied

one time he fought back intensely

beating the bully to a pulp

the school decided Gerald was a problem

even though the bully had started it

he was sent for psychiatric evaluation

answering all the questions honestly

then came the ink blot test

he was shown a series of weired shapes

told to say what he saw in them

he studied each one intensely

but they all meant nothing to him

he felt under pressure to say something

fearing that he would fail the test

so Gerald started to give random answers

that looks like a space ship

two monkeys fighting

an atomic bomb

an old man with a walking stick

a pregnant lady

a plane crash

his responses were all duly noted

Gerald was diagnosed to be mentally ill

all from the ink blot tests

he spent many years in a mental institution

well into his adult life

he was subject to an annual evaluation

to determine the extent of his mental illness

most of the time he refused to answer the questions

and was kept in the institution another year

he stayed withdrawn but studied intensely

became an expert in psychology

at his next evaluation he started to answer questions

gave an in depth presentation on ink blot tests

showing how they were totally unsuitable and inaccurate

Gerald was deemed to be safe for society

he was released and went on to become a child phycologist

helping parents with difficult children

he never used the ink blot tests

they had long since been discredited by his profession

he became a world expert in his field

traveling the world and collecting art along the way

he built a fabulous home and raised his own family

hosting dinner parties and raising funds for children’s charities

visitors were enthralled by his art collections

he liked showing his collection from all over the world

he described his most beloved pieces as pure abstract art from an unkown artist

almost all his guests accepted his explanation

but they were in fact the original ink blot tests that incarcerated him as a child

rainy day in Miami

rainy day

in Miami

watched football

Liverpool won

You’ll Never

Walk Alone

gloomy weather

spirits dampened

street empty 

bay boat-less

watching raindrops

trees happy

weeds growing

playing music

heavy metal

place rocking

indoor sports

cleaning condo

servicing bike

writing poetry

resisting beer

drinking tea

eating cookies

dieting suspended

texting friends

making plans

dreaming big 

rainy day

in Miami

Malt Whisky

My friend Nigel collects high end single malt scotch whisky.  Recently he was considering purchasing an expensive bottle, during his research he came across this review:

Nose: Rhubarb and custard, stewed red fruits, blackberries and ginger. Strawberry & cream boiled sweets and notes of barley sugar.

Palate: Barley water, summer berries and red apples. Peat embers, goat’s cheese and black tea.

Finish: Becomes fairly dry with coastal notes and billowing peat. Rosemary and thyme focaccia, leather and tobacco leaves. 

There are only two ingredients in Scotch Whisky- Barley and Water.

How is it possible to get so many flavors from just these two ingredients?

Malt whisky is matured in casks previously used for port or sherry.  Here is my theory how all these flavors got inside the finished bottle:

Rhubarb and custard– The brewer was eating leftovers for his lunch and spilled some rhubarb and custard into the mash.

Stewed red fruits– This was secretly added to the port wine barrel to improve the flavor of the very mediocre port. It got soaked into the oak barrel only to come out again when the barrel was used for maturing the whisky.

Blackberries- These were growing in the field next to the barley. According to the distillery, the farmer was eating lunch and he accidentally dropped a few berries into the barley hopper. Well that was all a cover story, he was actually paid huge sums of money by the distillery to sneak blackberries into the harvested barley.  He kept his secret to his deathbed where he whispered it to his son. He carried on his father’s tradition but decided to sell his story to the newspapers. The distillery had a catch and kill deal with the owner of the newspaper so the story was never published. 

Ginger– Nobody added ginger to the process.  The taster did not wash his glass properly and the previous drink in it was a whisky and ginger.

Strawberry and Cream boiled sweets–  The master whisky distiller brought his 9 year old son to work one day.  He got bored and started throwing his boiled sweets around. One landed inside the still.

Barley sugar– A naturally occurring element of barley. Kind of obvious don’t you think?

Barley water– You get this incredible reaction when adding water to barley. How amazing is that?

Summer berries– the taster is repeating himself, we already covered blackberries earlier.

Peat embers– They used burning peat to dry the barley and somebody forgot to put the fire out resulting in the barley being overcooked.

Red apples– The oak tree used for the barrel grew next to an apple tree. Their roots got entangled in a passionate embrace and the spilled juice of an apple soaked into the oak wood.

Goat’s cheese– There was a wedding at a port vineyard and they served goat’s cheese. Somebody dropped a piece of cheese onto a port cask. Over time the cheese wriggled its way through the cracks in the oak and snuggled inside the barrel. The cheese decided to retire inside the barrel and he sipped port every night. The used barrel was sold to a Scottish distillery. The cheese escaped all the quality control inspections and got terribly drunk when the malt whisky was put inside. The couple in the wedding got divorced. 

Black tea– This was never in the whisky, the taster was late for work and he drank black tea in his car while rushing to the tasting job.

Coastal notes and billowing peat– The distillery was on the coast near where a musician lived and he played lots of notes while digging peat in high winds. The musician never became famous and his music died with him.  Many years later tomb robbers discovered his music and sold it to a young musician called Paul McCartney. 

Rosemary and thyme focaccia– This was being served in a Scottish restaurant and some crumbs were picked up by a mouse. On his way home he found a huge pile of barley in the distillery warehouse. The barley looked ever so tempting so he dropped the rosemary and thyme focaccia crumbs and became very fat eating barley.  He lived a long and happy life in the distillery and got drunk every night while swimming in the still. The taster forgot to mention the distinctive flavor of drunk overfed mouse droppings. 

Leather–  The master distiller was a secret BDSM fetishist. He would work alone late at night and secretly dress up in leather bondage gear while drinking enormous quantities of scotch. One night while listening to bagpipe rock and roll music, his ever so sweaty leather jock strap accidentally fell into the still as he was doing the highland fling.

Tobacco Leaves– During tours of the distillery, visitors were allowed to smoke cigars in the tasting room. One visitor gave the tour guide some tobacco leaves instead of leaving a tip. The disgruntled guide put them in a drawer and totally forgot about them but then there was a rare Scottish earthquake which shook the leaves from the drawer followed by an even rarer Scottish hurricane which blew the leaves into the whisky bottling machine. The leaves got stuck in the pipework and soaked their flavor into the flowing whisky. 

There is always a simple explanation for everything.

I looked for an excuse not to write, then wrote about it

Yesterday afternoon I started to feel the beginnings of a cold, that scratchy throat feeling and sneezing. By the end of the day I felt tired, listless, aching all over and just wanted to sleep. I briefly thought about what I could write about in the morning and decided that my cold would be a good excuse to not write at all. When I woke up I still felt crappy from the cold but I was disappointed that I was so ready to use it as an excuse for not writing. I began to ask myself why do we use  excuses. If you don’t want to take responsibility for something then you find an excuse to shift the blame. I was late because of the traffic, bad weather caused everybody to drive slow, there were too many red lights…. we have all used these excuses. By shifting the blame onto others or the circumstances we miss a great opportunity to take ownership of our actions and learn from our mistakes. I failed to take account of the weather when calculating my commute time is stating the reason and identifying what you could have done to avoid being late. When I woke up this morning my first thought was to use my cold as an excuse for not writing but then I began to question why I needed an excuse. The truth is that it’s hard to write something meaningful every single day and therefore I started to look for excuses to simply avoid the challenge. Having a cold might slow you down but it does not incapacitate you. The real reason for my reaching into the excuse bucket last night was my own laziness. The good news is that I owned up to myself and sat down to write about it. It feels so much better to move forward knowing the reasons why you were slipping up compared to those feelings when you just give up and hide behind excuses. By getting out of bed early I was also gifted with another beautiful sunrise. What a great way to start the day. So wherever you are today take a few moments to think about the reasons why you might be struggling to meet your own challenges. Try to resist putting your hand into the bucket of excuses and look for solutions instead. 

Scary Skyscraper Stuff

He lived in a high rise on the 80th floor

It was always windy on his balcony

So much that he dared not put furniture out there

Today it was super windy with 50mph gusts

A tropical storm with driving rain

He sensed that the building was swaying in the wind

Not violently but a gentle sway

Setting his telescope on a distant ground object

Confirmed the movement of the building

He was not at all concerned

He knew that skyscrapers moved in the wind

Just like tall trees sway in the breeze

There was a knock at the door

He had ordered a pizza

Despite turning the handle the door stayed shut

He asked the delivery man to push the door

It was jammed shut

He called downstairs to the management office

They sent up a maintenance crew

The management office called him

Movement in the building had shifted his door frame

It was happening to many units today they said

They asked him to try his balcony sliding door

It was jammed shut also

Stay calm assured the building manager

We will get your front door open soon

He could hear power tools in the corridor

He sensed the building was swaying more

Visual confirmation with his telescope

Then the power started to flicker

Before going off completely

It was still daytime but would soon be dark

He heard a loud noise in the bedroom

Rushing in to see the bedroom window cracked

Howling wind blew in the glass fragments

Instinctively jumping out and closing the bedroom door

He could hear debris flying around the bedroom

A splashing noise led him to the kitchen

Water was streaming from the ceiling

A burst pipe somewhere above his apartment

It could be worse he thought

At least I am not trapped inside in a fire

A loud explosion in the corridor rattled him

Then the fire alarm sounded

Smoke started to seep in from under his front door

He looked through the peep hole

The corridor was filling with smoke

He put a wet towel under the door to stop the smoke entering

No answer when he called the management office

No wifi for his phone or laptop

All cellular signals were down too

He slipped on the wet kitchen floor

Hitting his head on the granite countertop

He blacked out

When he woke up it was nighttime

Total darkness added to his confusion

He sat up and realized he was in bed

The light turned on so there was electricity

No water damage in the kitchen

It must have all been a dream

Just for curiosity he tried to open the main door

It was jammed shut

His phone had no cellular signal either………………

Step out of your comfort zone with an “F” every day

Are you in a rut or maybe just a creature of habit

Try something new every day

Pick one or more things from the 3 F’s :

Food, Fun, Friends/Family

1-Food

Change your breakfast to something more healthy

Go to a different grocery store for food shopping

Start intermittent fasting

Eat an apple every day

Bake a fancy cake

Try a new recipe for dinner

Eat a picnic lunch outside

Throw a dinner party with a theme

Take a class on French cooking

Explore a newly opened restaurant

Ramp up your grilling skills

Learn how to smoke meat and fish

Take up fishing and cook your catch

2-Fun

Take up walking early mornings

If you already walk daily then try a different route

Dust off that bike and start pedaling

Go check out your local library

Take in a movie at the theatre

Enroll for an art class

Plan next year’s vacation

Take up yoga

Play a game instead of watching TV

Seek out local venues with live music

Plant a tree or some flowers

Watch sunrise and sunset on the same day

Start learning a new language

Digitize all your old family photographs

Donate unused clothing and buy something trendy for your wardrobe

Paint your front door bright red

3-Family/Friends

Turn off the TV and have a conversation at the dinner table

Call up that distant cousin for a surprise chat

Plan some family visits outside the holiday times

Have a weekly date night with your spouse

Listen to your friend’s troubles

If you have kids be sure to talk to them often

Listen to your kid’s troubles

Offer guidance and choices rather than directives

Give strong hugs and firm handshakes

Hold hands with your spouse whenever you are side by side

Be super tolerant of your crazy in-laws

Treasure your long term friendships

Cultivate new friendships and work on growing them

Check in on an elderly neighbor

Make some time for yourself to reflect daily

……………………………………………………………………..

There are no limits to these lists

Add to them as you wish

Live an “F” ing good life

Spread lots of “F” ing love along the way

Family and Friends

you can stay connected to family even when far apart

it easy to pick up where you left off because they are family

family ties are hard to break and often easy to mend

family is forgiving with never ending patience and love

you have little choice in selecting family members

other than choosing a spouse the rest come as is

there is usually a black sheep in every family

always a weird uncle or aunt at weddings and funerals

families grow with every generation

when you are young the rest of the family seem so old

you bond with brothers sister and cousins

playing in big groups at large family gatherings

as you grow up you start to notice older family members dying off

grandparents pass away to be replaced by your parents

you get married and have kids who join all the other little ones in the family

before you are ready for it your parents pass away

your own children become adults and start to have babies

you become part of the elder group

surrounded by grandchildren who you adore and spoil relentlessly

that crazy young brother still does mad stuff but now takes on the role of the weird old uncle

friendships however are much harder to maintain

it takes a lot of effort to keep friendships going over time

we often lose touch with friends who move away

those parting moments are full of promises that are rarely kept

long term friends grow into honorary family members

your sister from another mother

the brother you never had

you could never imagine life without them

with all the people you meet through work or social activities how do you develop friendships

they don’t exactly apply for the job of your friend with form filling and interviews

somehow you instinctively know when a true friend comes along

investing time with good friends will reap life long dividends

Rain

In the silvered shroud of the heavens above

A symphony of tears begins to weep

Unveiling a realm of melancholic love

As raindrops softly upon the ear do seep

Each droplet a messenger of sorrow’s grace

Falls gently upon the earth’s thirsty skin

Embracing each blade of grass with tender trace

Within the weary arms of nature’s kin

Oh rainy day your presence draws me near

A muse that dances with my troubled soul

In your gentle touch a sense of solace clear

As emotions cascade the heart feels whole

With each rhythmic beat of a raindrop’s fall

A cleansing purge of struggles we release

Renewal whispers through the storm’s dark sprawl

Creating a realm where inner peace finds peace

The droplets like brushstrokespaint a tale untold

Washing away the dust of life’s cruel strife

In their descent a symphony we behold

As nature laments joy and sadness strive

Poached eggs, Flu , Angels and Divorce

when I was young we had set meals at home

fish on Fridays

Sunday lunch roasts

sausage and mash Mondays

Tuesday soups

I cannot remember the other bland meal days

there was only one way to break the monotony 

…………………..get sick

not life threatening sick, just a cold or flu would suffice

for anybody sick was allowed to pick their own comfort food

I chose poached eggs on toast

my mother prepared them exactly as I liked

white bread toasted medium and warm

butter spread to the edges

eggs gently poached with a runny yolk

lightly seasoned with salt and pepper

I would cut open the poached egg

watching the glorious yellow liquid yoke 

running all over the toast

like lava flowing from an erupting volcano

then I would slice the white into chunks

each bite was so memorable

firm crunchy toast softened by creamy melted butter

liquid yolk and melting butter making out like teenagers

while dancing together wildly to rock music 

chunks of egg white flopped motionless on top

like lily white virgin sunbathers on a packed beach

all the flavors popped with each bite

a veritable party in your mouth

it made me want to linger in my sickbed

just to get another comfort meal

after growing up and getting married

I still expected comfort food when sick

my wife did her best to oblige

but the toast was overdone and cold

the butter never made it to the edge

the seasoning was oh so wrong

and the egg yolk was harder than concrete

it just sat in the middle of the toast in a protest demonstration 

refusing to be spread to the edges 

I prayed for a police intervention to remove it

but the poached egg yolk quality control cops never showed

I said thank you to my wife while forcing it down with a fake smile 

I got better very quickly indeed

we eventually got divorced

the lawyers cited her lack of poached egg skills

the judge nodded with disdain

my mother is in heaven now serving perfect poached eggs on toast every day

thats why we hardly ever see angels down here