I have a number of folks in my life whose circle is getting smaller as friends and family fall into an eternal good night. Some are handling the journey with grace. Losing loved ones, spouses, friends is tough as it is a not-so-gentle reminder that no one gets out of life alive.
My spirit needs renewing on a daily basis to remember that fact. 'Get up and get after it' is not always in the morning melody of the alarm clock dawning a new day.
I dig that Washington (the state - as being buried in D.C. news may be the death of us all) has gotten into the grind of composting! How has it taken this long to get direct on the dust to dust part of the show?
If our society is gonna go green - go all the way. Which may have the state of Michigan divided but - yellow and blue make green so...don't @ me. This is the perfect process to keep myself in the flow of life long after my walking and talking days have dissolved.
My mother wants to eskimo her way out of life, setting herself adrift on the ice flow, peacefully floating into everlasting sleep.
This is a woman who wouldn't let me walk out of the house without warning me, "make sure you have your jacket!"
I love her. To death.
got a repost going because my 2Q taxes will be due shortly and the Summer movie season begins. since it is #TBT I want to throw it back to principled accounting and assassinations...
I watched The Accountant last night for a second time. Truly an entertaining, interesting story that was well written, acted, directed. The only blip for me -Raymond King’s shoes.
King was a good dad, it was the one thing he got right. Probably had great insurance coverage, but when he put his feet up to reminisce about what got him to his position there was no soul on his soles. Not even backyard fodder much less the wear of work. This was a missed opportunity to further differentiate between the detail-oriented finisher and the one who has been given everything as a gift.
Intelligence Superheroes are desperately needed in the good ol’ US of A at the moment, or they are due their due, rather. I enjoy and am grateful for the freedom to finish my popcorn & thus offer up the following fellowship-seeking-sequel-thriller that should be in the works.
Jason Bourne (JB) vs. The Accountant (TA)
Do they team up or hunt one another down? Maybe they have a similar origin story as military kids? Yeah, they beat each other up as kids. OOOH wait - same dad, different mother! I am hunting for some goodwill…
So possible plot, story, thoughts;
JB, unable to forgive his past pain, is now addicted to oxycontin-codone-oin-entanyl supplied by one of TA’s cartel clients. To break his addiction he busts into beast mode removing the cartel underlings to find the source of the supply.
Meanwhile TA is hired by a rogue, do-gooder Senator to track down the Black Ops money being wasted by the Government. The Treasury Sect’y is involved somehow, maybe as a producer.
TA uncovers a BlackBriar-esque Paypal scheme, JB switches to ApplePay, there’s a shootout at Starbucks, Amazon drones get involved.
What’s my point? I don’t have one. I like popcorn-finish-worthy spy movies and this is how I avoid #Syria news and walls of coal and the fact we have a chemical weapon problem in the heartland of America.
I will assume the opioid factories will be the next tomahawk targets. Empathy, not aggression is a better road to recovery. Let’s get to work, account for our principles, so we can finally put our feet up.
Comedy Store trained, World-travelled, Cul-de-sac-living recovering comedian, husband and tinkerer of tools talking about time well spent!