It's Old Against New Phenomenon Thing

Dear America,

happy tuesday

this morning when grinding the beans, boiling the water, and then waiting for it to bubble in the blur of morning light...my mind was drifting as usual.

then the kettle woke me with a whistle, the Italian roast was drenched to completely drowned, and then everything stopped once more...

...once more, my mind went somewhere off into the ether, percolating.

And it is only in this time of wait that it happens: wisdom

Now of course, it isn't about doing nothing during this wait -- oh no.  We are doing things.  We are producing, enriching, cultivating, learning, growing, experiencing, percolating...and even sometimes failing.

The thing is, we can't even make a good cup of coffee (or tea!) without the wait.

The wait is all about the aging process.

Whisky -- my main squeeze these days (tee hee) -- must age.

Yeast, to make the bread of life, must age.

Cheese...age.

Antiques...value only comes with age!

Babies...must age... to eventually grow into a fine cup of joe or jane...

you get my drift.

But here's a new twist for you --

America

Her Constitution 

This Republic 

IS ONE FOR THE AGES.   

For it was only through the wisdom of the ages, of civilizations and cultures and governments of long ago, along with the greater understanding of human nature linked in solidarity with where we come from --  Divine Providence...the Creator of all things -- all of which were plucked from the tree of life and  painstakingly gathered and roasted and ground into a cohesive property and drenched with dreams of liberty, justice, life and happiness for the greater good and the common man, and then, finally,  only after time and prayer and contemplation and conflict and revolution and argument and resolve is pressed through a fine sieve,  that our dream team of Founders produced such profound excellence!   

The aroma was so intoxicating, people flocked from everywhere just to get a taste.

Even the Day After a blog, the aging process continues.  And clearly, this girl is still imbibing the responses of a president to a rather ridiculous question -- when Wallace was wondering if the office aged him.

But there was Obama -- even though it couldn't be read on his face -- my guess, he was probably thinking, 'why is this OLD, white, dumbass mutha fucka asking me this? Duh.'     But in spite of that, his immediate concern was of not showing weakness.  In other words, rather than espousing the virtues of wisdom that only comes with age and experience and the on the job presidential size challenges giving him every grey hair on his head -- he ventures to take this age thing totally off the table.  'Oh Chris...it may just be keeping me younger'...he he he. Or something like that.  [And no, there is no there there to the depths of narcissism he goes....yeah right.  What    Ever says the valley to the girl.  And just for kicks with a second cup of another flavor, go to this old day when Old is the New New].

Anyway -- my mind went hummmmmmmmmm.  that is so fascinating.

The president is sadly voicing a message received nearly non-stop in America today.

(and it also makes me wonder 

if the president uses 

a single-serving 

k cup brewing system, too...

think about it....
a candidate
all shiny and new.
Where did that get us?)

In many respects, the awe inspired appreciation for the kind of wisdom that only comes with age is meeting a slow perk death.  We are addicted to whatever is newer, younger, like nobody's business.  Even the president doesn't want to get caught old, aged, perhaps perceived as a has been, much like the remains of yesterday's pot.

Of course, being a girl -- our kind has been well aware of this kind of nonsense for quite some time...

Age and Advertising in America has not been, oh, how shall we say,  kind.   Everything is about being simply age less!  As boys grow silver and sexy, girls...matronly, motherly and mature.  Really?

But thank goodness we can be fortified with an abundant source of the greatest generation of stories, anecdotes, psalms, and guidance from every direction...whether it be war remembrances and biographies, early American history to genealogy, the telling of the making of American dreams, inventions, life-altering machines -- our forefathers and mothers made us.  And they continue, to this day, to be the best of story tellers! And with that being said, it is our elders who remind us in the every day of the challenges in peace time and in war, in sickness and in health, in times of being richer or poorer,  for young and old alike -- it is all recorded if not still being told through emails, story telling around the dinner table, and over the first cup of coffee in the morning.

All in all, this is the kind of tangible evidence of our true wealth.

And I thank God for all who have come before me every single day.

I feel so proud.

Sometimes, in moments when sipping that first cup of the day, in my corner to the world wide web, tears well up out of nowhere.  We live in such fortunate times -- while it seems as if so many of us walking around have no idea from which where it all comes; or it may just be, that so many are simply consumed by that feeling of being important, like a single serve k cup, perhaps so busy being self-absorbed through the virtues of social media and such -- they never arrive at that peace that passes all understanding that only comes hard pressed through the wisdom through the ages and a life lived honoring that which comes with heartache, challenge, grey hairs, and all things well aged.

Oh my -- so listening to Rush in the background -- and not really paying attention.  It's all sounding like white noise...blah blah blah...But lo and behold, a commercial just shot a sign across my morning bow!    Have you heard of Patriot Power Greens?  Apparently, as the ad goes, the old guys in the service are giving the young bucks a little something something after taking this supplement.  But of course, it was just how it posed this old against new that had me totally engaged...and it's also known as  a God wink as fresh as the morning beans. that's all ... end of story.  thank you for listening.  

and now,
getting to something else,
slowly,
with time,
there is one last thing
i want to share
with you
this morning...

After all, it is an Old against New phenomenon day, right?!  Enjoy...

Being Green

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."

The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future
generations."She was right -- our generation didn't have the 'green thing' in our day.Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over.

So they really were recycled.But we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings.  Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags.But too bad we didn't do the "green thing" back then.We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.But she was right. We didn't have the "green thing" in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

But that young lady is right; we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.

In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.But she's right; we didn't have the "green thing" back then.We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.But we didn't have the "green thing" back then.Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family's $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the "green thing." We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the "green thing" back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart young person...

We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off...especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced know it all who can't make change without the cash register telling them how much.

Isn't it great?

And with my gratitude goes out to the old guy, Dennis Byrne, from which this girl found a good copy to paste smack dab on her blog right here and right now.

The thing is -- this girl isn't afraid of growing old; at this point in my life, it's almost like I welcome it, with open arms (and of course, don't be silly, it's after I've had my coffee and doing my fifty push-ups a day to stay strong).

Sure -- I will never turn down a good wrinkle cream, but I will raise that 2 oz, dime a dozen with a good read like Self-Reliance, or Liberty and Tyranny or The 5000 Year Leap and marvel at the new me, feeling the enlightenment from the inside out.  Here comes the glow...And it lasts a lot longer, too.

And given I struggle sometimes keeping things pithy and frothy like a good cappuccino here on the old G thing...let me just leave you with this:

if I were president of the world and somebody were to ask me if the office aged me at all -- my pretty little mug would smile ear to ear and say 'indeed.  as it ever was and ever will be, the bounty that is mine, overfloweth', with as much grace as I could muster for one quiet unassuming moment in my day .

Make it a Good Day, G