Went to work today,
Nothing eventful in that,
It’s good to be able to go,
But…
What’s up with people?
Where do we go off the rails
Thinking we are more important than others?
Me?
I’m pointing a finger at me also
Because I’ve got a bit of the ego in me,
It’s a challenge to keep it in check,
So
Explain to me,
How your sense of entitlement is justified,
How your faux power play is justifiable
And
From now on when you should refer to me
By dropping the mister.
I’m Doctor to you, I earned it.

I guess I didn’t keep it in check.
Pity.

A colleague starts talking about the XY reproductive system by saying,
“The penis is the most prominent feature of the male repro….”
There’s always a smattering of giggles,
A bit of embarrassment, and measurable nervousness.
Everyone survives.

While not the same,
And I’ve written about this before,
I’ve got my own “prominent features,”
Not to worry, though, this is not that sort of blog,
Other things that are me also stir up comments and discussions.

Hair,
It’s white, not by choice, it’s the way that it has gone,
It’s thick, has multiple cow licks, and refuses to sit down nicely
My students comment that I must dye it,
My bald boss comments about his envy.

I shave it off and people feel the need to comment
I let it grow long and people feel the need to comment
I use gel and people feel free to comment,
I prefer to just let it go, but still, people feel like they need to weigh in.
Could we just make hats acceptable everywhere?

There are other things,
Comments about clothes, the perks of my job,
Lack of an accent, hint of an accent, full blown southern accent.
It’s tiring for a person who wants to be around people
Without a spotlight illuminating my presence.

That would make me the kid in class who chuckled to himself
When my colleague discusses the prominence of third legs.
I’d understand the humor, but not the need to get crazy with laughter,
Content to keep it all to myself, no judging or need to bug others,
In essence, not making a “prominence” of myself.

Random purchases make for fun talks Until the realization hits that nothings necessary, At least in the random way of things. Isn’t that true for most stuff? Meetings, sales events, nightly news… Really, what do they really bring to us? What’s better, scaling down, minimizing Taking off on some journey, having a plan, Not a strict one though, random can be fun.

Watching YouTube…again…
Do you ever find inspiration there?
Are you able to see things differently after watching?
Today was the good distance,
As in Beau Miles,
Who built a shed out of nothing but scraps stored for such a use,
Odd pieces of this and that,
Salvaged from grand projects abandoned long ago,
He got a shed built, only spending for fasteners.

I’m no carpenter, no matter what the geniuses at YouTube think,
And I’ve had an issue with too much gym stuff and not enough basement.
Several months ago, I built a “cabinet” and as the pandemic keeps up,
It’s been modified a few times. It just hasn’t gotten the job done.
Plates, dumbbells, kettlebells, and bands,
Pull-up stuff, collars, fat bells, and bags of sand,
There’s too much stuff for the under engineered box.
After the video, though, a light bulb went off,
Thinking got tipped, as did the box.

I couldn’t get my head around the bar storage,
Leaning them against the box made me nervous,
Resting them on the floor made a toe breaker for sure.
But with Beau’s charitable third eye, I saw a solution,
Without a blueprint description, the box got tipped on it’s side,
Bumpers screwed into the new top, and just like that,
The bars were off the floor.
There was enough scrap wood from past projects,
To make plenty of adjustments so the box could be more functional.

And to think it was all due to some mathematical mumbo jumbo
That put in on the proper channel, old Beau Miles,
Who sees the world in a different way,
A practical way, as a utilitarian.
I love that way, simple, using what I have,
For this box is getting the job done,
Turning my basement
Into a “box” of it’s own.
So long fitness centers…

Traveling the YouTube highway is something,
For me, well, I’m defined by fitness and architecture,
The math stereotyping me as a jock-builder,
Every now and then i like to eff with the algorithm,
A random drive through music videos or spoken word,
I imagine a computer program seizing up,
The spinning wheel of computer death hitting their screens,
Smoke escaping their heads like Tom the cartoon cat
When Jerry escaped the feline’s trap.

I’ll ride the new offerings for awhile,
Amused by the thoughtfulness of mathematical charity,
But I won’t be defined by man or machine,
Succumbing to the thoughtlessness of categorization,
The fear of trying something new,
The laziness of accepting what others think of me.
An old friend used to say, “There are many ways to Philadelphia.”
So true, I’ll add, “There are many ways to who we are.”
Dare to find those roads.

“Where have you been?”

“Meditating.”

“Ooh, you went to another place,” said sarcastically.

“If you only knew…”

Eyes closed, back straight
Cold air flowing in,
Positivity,
Hot air exhaled,
Negativity,
Gone.
A warm glow, all over,
Muscles, joints, heart,
Soul
Each feeling the light,
Each dulled to the madness of today,
Tomorrow,
Yesterday.

Even now, these minutes after,
The energy is just right,
Enough hype to write,
Too little to be distracted.
It’s hard to explain,
Where the mind goes,
The visuals, the mentals, the soulfulness,
It’s just not here,
There, or anywhere.

“You should try it sometime.”

There was no running today,
The snow was wet, heavy, more sleet like.
Instead, it was an inward turn,
Breaking from the pounding,
Sticking with the swinging,
Kettlebells, don’t get the wrong idea,
And diving into some downward dogs,
Knot untying, hamstrings and quads,
No ropes or chains,
Come on, now…

Later, it’s off to a bench,
Maybe nature sounds, maybe a guide,
Either way I’ll drift away,
Somewhere far off, my mind will run,
Perhaps it’ll walk, it’s about the rest,
The escape that I’m loving
The serenity,
The way the air passes in and out
The easy way
Without the cold of the snow.