
Oh Scottish highland coo
Ya big fat hairy moo
Just standing in the pouring rain
This highland June weather might drive you insane
It only rained twice this week the weather man says
One for four days and once for three days

Oh Scottish highland coo
Ya big fat hairy moo
Just standing in the pouring rain
This highland June weather might drive you insane
It only rained twice this week the weather man says
One for four days and once for three days

Dream it
Think it
Recognize it
Visualize it
Nurture it
Admire it
Record it
Guard it
Shape it
Grow it
Test it
Modify it
Improve it
Test it
Adore it
Realize it
Make it
Live it
Love it
Share it

There is not much to see in the middle of the Atlantic
Moderate seas with a stiff breeze and clear skies
No whales jumping
No passing ships
Just the gentle waves bumping into the ship’s wake
I sat on my balcony reflecting on life
Being on a cruise relieves you from the daily chores of the real world
Gifting you with an abundance of free time to do as you wish
I had been to the gym
Devoured a hearty breakfast
Attended a very interesting history lecture
It was my time to do nothing
Staring over the ocean from my private balcony
Suddenly a bird appeared flying parallel to the ship
He was maybe a few hundred feet away
A large bird battling the headwind
Darting and swooping to stay on course
I suspected he saw me on my balcony
He veered closer to get a better look
Flying maybe 50 feet from the ship
He stayed level with me for a minute or so
I tried to imagine what he was thinking
I have been flying for ages since leaving the east coast of America
There is still a long way to go before I can land in Africa
Its hard work battling this headwind but I will keep going
Its lonely out here on my own
Nobody is carrying me along like you
Nobody is feeding me or entertaining me all day
I don’t sleep in a comfortable bed
I just keep battling these headwinds for days on end
While you sit on a balcony doing nothing at all
Be grateful for what you have and for what others do for you
Use your time wisely and never forget that there are others who struggle daily just to survive
Be humble and remember this encounter
I gave him a wave to acknowledge receipt of his message
He immediately veered away and picked up the pace to pass the ship
I tried to imagine how hard it must be to fly solo for 3,000 miles over the ocean
I would not swap places with him
I doubt if he would we want my life either
I hoped he reached land safely
I decided to skip lunch
I spent the afternoon watching the waves and thinking about my life
Then I felt hungry and hit the buffet hard
Food coma induced dreams soon followed
I was a bird flying solo over the Atlantic ocean
I spotted a cruise ship and flew closer to take a look
Just a bunch of dumb humans being ferried to Africa
They mostly looked overfed and lazy
One of them was looking at me from his balcony
I flew closer to get a look at him
I wondered what he was thinking

I woke up early
The ship was rocking gently
Light was peeking through the curtains
We had left Miami two days earlier and made a half day stop in the Bahamas
I checked our current position
Bermuda was our next destination but still around 500 miles away
I drank a small glass of water
Conscious of this precious commodity
Hydration promoted a call of nature
The toilet flush consumed maybe 2 gallons if water
I cleaned my teeth but brazenly left the water running
I probably wasted 4 gallons of water
I tried to wash off my water wasting guilt with a quick shower
My thoughts wandered as the hot stream flowed over me
My lingering shower probably wasted another 20 gallons of water
I still felt guilty about the 26 gallons I had used before breakfast
The bathrobe felt good but I wondered how many gallons had gone into it’s making and all the regularly laundering
I stepped out onto the balcony
Clear blue skies and calm seas on the Atlantic Ocean
Nothing to be seen but sky and water
Its going to be a long way to Lisbon
Crossing an ocean that covers 20% of the earth’s surface
That is more than 30 million square miles
Suddenly the world seems less crowded
I am floating in an ocean that contains 100 Million Billion Gallons of water
Lets assume that all this water was divided equally among everybody living in the United States
Each person would have more than 100,000 Million gallons of their own
My pre breakfast ablutions were just a drop in the ocean
I looked at the map again
We were bang in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle
I wondered if I was to be swallowed up by the water conservation gods and never seen again?

Obtain a detailed understanding of how the system works
Observe the symptoms when things are not running at optimum levels
Take measurements and analyze the data
Develop solutions and test them with documented measurements
If they don’t work well, regroup and take a different path
Keep adjusting until the system is back to working at optimum performance levels
Identify the best methods to maintain the system and implement them
Check in regularly even when the system is working well
Now take the quiz
Who does this process apply to?
a) An engineer
B) A medical doctor
C) A person trying to live a full and meaningfull life
D) All the above
What is your answer?

Whooshing waterfall dripping and splashing with abandon
You played and screamed with innocent joy as a child
Those drops were once wandering in a big lake
You were lost in a teenage crowd with no ambition
Escaping to meander down a slow river
You started to dream in adult life and chased it
Speeding up over rocks and rapids
You became addicted in middle age and could not turn back
Now they tumble down on a one way ticket
You took more risks as a senior despite the obvious danger
Hurtling down the waterfall to smash on the rocks below
Your old age death was inevitable
The water survives the fall and regroups to travel down a new river
You were reborn into a new and exciting life

I remember learning to write with a pencil
Later spending hours drawing individual letters over and over with a fountain pen
My handwriting was never very pretty
The words flowed out if my mind clearly but often stumbled as my pen scratched the paper
My teachers scolded me for my poor writing
More interested in the appearance than the substance
I started to despise being judged by my handwriting
I wrote the absolute minimum at school to avoid more criticism
My academic achievements were hampered by my poor handwriting
I discovered a talent for mathematics and excelled
Numbers and equations were easier to write than words
I studied physics and eventually became an engineer
Then came the magic of computer keyboards
Two fingers hunting for letters
But the typed words were always perfect
No more scratchy scribble
I practically abandoned writing anything by hand
My communication bypassed the handwriting police
Technology almost totally freed me from old fashioned writing
Venmo and Zelle replacing the art of writing checks
Texting made post it notes redundant
I dictate my shopping list into my phone
I sign most documents electronically
I discovered the joys of writing poetry in retirement
Transferring my imagination onto the screen with finger taps
Many decades had passed without any intervention from the handwriting police
But something is missing in all this advancement
Emojis in a text cannot compete with the romance of a hand written note with inked kisses
I decided to go back to old school handwriting
I wrote a packing list for a recent vacation
The words were lost in my erratic pen movements between letters
I could hardly read it myself
There had to be a way to improve my handwriting
My iPad came with a stylus pen that I had never used
I discovered it can convert handwritten text on the screen into typed words
Eureka! Now I could go back to old fashioned hand writing while the words magically appeared on the screen alongside the stylus pen
My first attempts were pathetic failures
The computer had infinite patience and guessed most of my words wrong
I tried to write more slowly and carefully
Perfect typed words started to flow behind the stylus pen
I assumed the computer was progressively learning to read my bad handwriting with more precision
However, when I wrote faster the computer got very agitated
Inserting random @symbols # and —dashes $ between & every { other * word
Suddenly I had a very creepy thought
Maybe my iPad was linked to the spirits of my long departed teachers
The handwriting police were somehow still operating deep inside the coding of my iPad software
They were out to get me and shame me publicly
I understood their disguised message and put away the stylus pen
The keyboard welcomed me back like a long lost friend
My thumbs hurt again from the RSI stabbing on my phone
My computer keyboard has fresh crumbs from the daily snacks at my desk
I put extra hearts and kissing emojis in my text messages
The immortal handwriting police will never arrest me again

wife depressed
getting dressed
feeling down
don’t frown
husband departs
wife starts
shopping spree
purchase glee
endless sales
saving tales
choosing clothes
loving those
looking fantastic
payment plastic
homeward bound
happiness found
closet dash
hiding stash
husband unaware
suppressed care
weeks later
letter hater
credit bill
truth spill
fashion show
lingerie beaux
romantic confession
passion session
husband content
well spent
emotions spilt
no guilt
next morning
late yawning
phone rings
invitation brings
girls outing
lips pouting
early brunch
late lunch
shopping ensues
expensive shoes
happy wife
happy life

Its been really windy for weeks
Blowing hard every day
Sometimes gusting over 25mph
A real challenge for cyclists
Kite surfers love windy days
So do sailors who fly in the wind
But today the wind has gone
Somebody must have stolen it in the night
Packaged it into a huge wind bag
Moved it far away and released it
To cause chaos somewhere else
Leaving us totally windless here
The kite surfers will stay at home today
Becalmed sailors will drift on the still waters
Cyclists are beaming with joy
Pedaling in all directions to test out the lack of headwinds
I wonder when the wind will be returned
Its probably just on loan to somebody
As soon as they tire of it
They will call up the wind bagger
He will ship it back here
Released under the cover of darkness
To bring us all a breath of fresh air
But wait, how fresh is that air?
Its already been used by others
More like recycled air
Air thats already been inhaled by billions of our ancesters
The next breath you take
Could have come from somebody famous
Perhaps it will change your life forever
A whiff of Shakespeare used air can turn you into a great writer
A few breaths of used John Lennon air will improve your songwriting skills
Perhaps its time to start hunting for the used air of great leaders like Winston Churchill
Bag up all the great leader air and release it into the faces of today’s politicians
Maybe that will breath some humility and dignity into those who lack it today
Lets go breath hunting

My morning tea
Sipped with glee
On my balcony
Overlooking the sea
Can you see
What I see
As I drink
My morning tea

Boats still sleeping
Morning commuters creeping
Impatient horns beeping
Morning maids housekeeping
Waking babies weeping
Hungry food seeking
Party goers oversleeping
Tea drinkers peeping