Finishing my (grow up) years of 11 to boarding the bus for the Navy, Milbank offerred a quiet place for quiet people. Not for me! Those years for me were filled with trial and error, learning from my mistakes, and wonderment. I wondered as I wandered there, seen by everyone, remembered by most. You could wake up in the morning there and walk downtown where everyone remembered everything from the day before! When you screwed up ... you owned it forever! Well, at least, until the rememberers died, and you managed to blend a bit better. I find it curious that living in Tucson, you could make a decision wobble, get in your vehicle and drive away from it, and it would be forgotten amongst the thousands of personality, learning, and mental wobbles going on at the same time! Now, as I look back, I can see the 'wobbles' going on all around me in the village of wobbles. They had their own prairie village brand, absolutely!!!! Even I remember personality wobbles that didn't seem too important, so immersed in my own day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute self. Even here in Tucson, I had a few learning wobbles, corrected, adjusted, and witnessed by few. Admonishing myself or not, I walked away never to let that situation happen again. Forgotten in moments, minutes, hours or days, soooooo much people noise was going on that little Ron goes on smarter, a little more worldly and full of experiences that we get caught up in and that we had nothing to do with. I am one that is happier this way. I don't carry so much baggage anymore because no one really cares. I only matter because I stay under the radar of the ambient noise of all of those other baggage carriers. And it's true ... I 'wobble' much less. This month, I turn 72. I simply do not have the energy or time to 'wobble' much anymore and if I do, I might not even notice!!!! LOLOLOLOL
Isn’t It Amazing?
How a wandering soul
Attracts the stardust,
Allowing a conscious to be!
No soul left behind,
Soul and conscious combine,
… For a time …
And part again to be free?
Ronald D. Drobeck
(another verse to be!)
(It’s so obvious, why am I still trying to untangle life?
It’s not that complicated! rdd
(this is newly published 5 minutes ago)
I wrote the first couple of lines last summer!)
Solarpunk, SolarPunk. I’m claiming copyright on two new words!
Ron’s World Famous Hockey Puck Brownies
Preheat oven to 325 degrees (depending on your oven strength)
One pouch of Ghirardelli Triple Chocolate mix.
1/3 cup water
1/3 cup vegetable oil
Mix with a strong whip or spoon.
Spoon evenly in 12 cup silicone muffin pan on cookie cooling rack for support. That way when you take them out of the oven, they are already on a cooling rack
Mine are the shallow ones. With the full cups, fill 2/3 full.
The recipe calls for 35 to 40 minutes and with the silicone pan
does use that much time. Begin to test with a toothpick at around 30 minutes until you establish the baking time in your oven.
When done, slide the silicone pan on to a cookie rack to cool completely.
Remove each puck when you feel that the chocolate chunks inside have set up a bit.
Enjoy! Each puck will be as chewy as the corner piece from a cake pan if it’s baked just right. rdd
Of course you can use your favorite chewy brownie mix. If you do, adjustments may have to be made in bake time. Sneak up on the finish! rdd
……………………………… SOLACE ……………………………….
No insult intended to anybody else, but I did not realize I was on my last nerve. They were just being themselves and I tried to get some time in my ‘man sanctuary’, but with the heat and everything here ….
Anyway, I just took the most peaceful nap in my chair, golf with my earbuds in, dogs not startling me awake.
I think I’m healing from many directions at this moment.
Lots to do, but I’m not putting any pressure on myself today, except for a little headache in my eyes from allergy stuff.
I can fix that.
In my dozing, I can hear the water noises on the golf course. Good earbuds pick up those noises.
No planes droning overhead today.
Just quiet golf shots, no cheering except from across the fence, commentators speaking in normal voice. Rahm a nice lead, quietly working.
I dreamt I put one line in the water at a friends cabin, then found an inner tube and slowly drifted around a small island.
I realized I was getting a little far out, even on a glass lake, and slowly worked my way back passed the tip of the island to shore.
I couldn’t find the cabin or my rod, but did discover a rickety garage holding the bones of a Rambler (two tone blue).
I realized I had turned the wrong way on the beach and headed back.
Watched myself walking away.
At this moment, I have no stretched nerve and remark to myself, “I’ll bet the others noticed that I was wound pretty tight.
I also realize that way out there, as quiet as the stream noises, was the world, noisily destroying itself.
A column of smoke marks the distance … ….
Solace knowing that they won’t come here.
Too much quiet for them, and nothing to gain. rdd
When I look into your eyes during a piece of life’s business, I’m trying to see what is behind them!
Any other time, I’m enjoying them and expect you to do the same.
An eye to eye handshake.
Maybe more. rdd
Last of the Peppermint Stick
I can’t remember if there was an occasion that brought out this childhood joy, but I think more often than not, it happened on Lawrence Welk night!
You could see the Admiral from the small dining room table when it had the leaf on the room side flipped up and you put the back down on the first lazy boy in the small living room on 1st St.
Grandma Anna would come out of the kitchen with a cold box, presented on a tray. I don’t know why!
I think, for a grin and the drama.
I’d lean so close to watch that I had to be told to “get off the table!”
It was Neapolitan Ice Cream in a box.
A crazy time for me. These people never adventured!!!!
She’d lay that box open to the pink/chocolate/white (what my mind at that age saw)
Then, so we could bear witness, she slice it so we all get some of each color, down the middle and begin to divide it in perfectly equal portions for all of us, with always the slightly larger mistake end to the grandpa.
Seems a little strange that I should ask you if you remember Lawrence Welk night, as I sit here this morning satisfying my craving for Peppermint Stick ice cream this January 8th morning.
All of this is to remind you that Peppermint Stick ice cream is quickly disappearing with the season!
We’re on our last box, so get out there and check the shelves at your grocery!
A smart grocer would use it as a loss leader and advertise, “Last load of Peppermint Stick ice cream folks!”
And then add as a postscript.
First load of Chocolate Mint is arriving, January 14th!”
Make room! rdd
A Marshmallow World (click on this title)