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I was just accused of Trolling someone. It took me by surprise. I have no ill will for anyone, and I hate being accused of being rude and insensitive. You know something, I’m out of the positivity game. I think I’ve run out of juice. And I get trolled (a lot) as a result. Last time I had t leave Facebook because it wore on me. I think I’m gonna have to leave again. It may be extreme, but these days who needs the hassle? See you in the funny papers. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVy6TESM8ag/?utm_medium=tumblr

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It’s @movember so it’s time to grow the beard back for charity. It’s about to get itchy. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVv64W8FkW_/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Imagine an interview where a candidate for a job only spoke Ill of another interviewee and nothing of him/herself. Would you hire that person? It seems we vote for them. Then wonder why, when in office, they are corrupt, blame others, can't get the job done. It's because we didn't look at qualifications. Do you know who you are voting for, or just their opponent's flaws? It is easy to blame. We see problems arise and expect others to do something about it, then criticize as the problem spreads. It is too easy to blame the government for our country's woes, your neighbor for the leaves on your lawn, or your parents and friends for the ills of your morals. It is your own mind, not your enemy nor your friend, that is your guide away from doing the right thing. It is our own existences that asks for righteous behaviors. But, we often debate what is best for us, not the common good's. We pander to favors, instead of following destiny. Conservative or liberal, it is you who needs to vote your conscience, and determine fate. Even if it means raking the leaves into a bag, and not into the street. Ignore the dirt. Stop listening to speculation on what someone is going to do to you and base choices on evidence of what has happened up until now. Find out more about who is throwing the dirt around and digging your future grave. Don’t listen to politicians selling you gravestones for your family before it is actually needed. (at Washington D.C.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVvofojlvez/?utm_medium=tumblr

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There's no better indicator or cultural change than this celebration of fear. Nothing changes us more than the defense for what scares us, preparation for the unknown. Once the eve of a holy day to ward off spirits, became a pagan holiday to honor them. Now, it's a sugary, fun day for children. The scary was defined by monsters, ghosts and vampires; evil incarnate. Now, kids aspire to be Dracula, become mutants, and live with aliens. The undead spirits and zombies, once the feared hunters, are now the hunted. Perhaps, Halloween isn't what it used to be, a day of fear. It has become a day of celebrating overcoming our fear. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVs7nwNFFtz/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Found my Halloween costume for tonight. I’m posting just to prepare you for the shock of seeing such a large, ummmm… cock-a-doodle doo Halloween. 😂 https://www.instagram.com/tv/CVs3vS7gH1T/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Happy Halloween!!! https://www.instagram.com/p/CVs3WpIFizs/?utm_medium=tumblr

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This will be my office today. Doing a few @gozwift rides with friends today, setting up for a long winter out of the cold. (at Alexandria, Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVqBEfbFXkT/?utm_medium=tumblr

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As I gaze out the window, I see the neighborhood that looms there everyday. I seem to see the same people, or types of people, all huddled into the warmth of their homes. Given my worsening eyesight, everything is literally gray. An existence of boredom, gloom, and an uncaring world. But that is just one perspective. If I look with different eyes, I'll see that the monochromatic gloom of a seemed-hurricane’s rain is soon turned to orange by the morning sun, which peaks over the horizon slowly. I'll see that the woman walking down the street has bright colors on her blouse, signifying glee or hope or optimism, perhaps, yet hidden by a fashionable grey. Her mood seems to resemble the weather, despite her yellow umbrella. Or perhaps the umbrella was on sale. Regardless, that scene has done its purpose. It has showed me, and now you, that perspective is as simple as the changing of a moment. A thought. A realization. One that opens other eyes and minds that the reality is that there are more colors and things in life than the blandness of our seemed existence. There is the sun, now covered in a gray jacket of clouds, and bright, shiny people that light up our lives, and do give us hope to carry on. Despite the graying clouds, this weekend, find hope where you can when you see an existence of boredom, gloom, and an uncaring world. Or… Find an umbrella. That’s what an umbrella does. Like a good friend, they shield us from the gloom. They are even better when found on sale. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVneprHl7gM/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Friday = last chance to get all the stuff for this week done, its finally time to do laundry all weekend, grass needs to be cut, yard needs to be raked, house needs dusting, vacuuming, dishes from this week are still in the sink, the dog has been cooped up all week, and its gonna rain, leaving no time to do any of the things I would like to do, like drink, smoke, and watch the Florida Georgia game, so... so yeah.. happy %*&#ing Friday! Is it 5:00 yet? Where’s my coffee? (at Alexandria, Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVnb_3QFDY6/?utm_medium=tumblr

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My job just got exponentially harder because of one announcement today. You see, much of what I (my agency) do is watch meta data on the web and networks. Now, Facebook has changed its corporate name to Meta as part of a major rebrand. They now collect and use ���meta data”. The company said it would better "encompass" what it does, as it broadens its reach beyond social media into areas like virtual reality. So now, I’ll have to explain what kind of metadata I’m using and assure the public, officials, politicians and others that I have nothing to do with Meta’s data. (Sigh) (at Washington D.C.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVlVWurlTnR/?utm_medium=tumblr

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My favorite time of day is sunrise. It's a beginning. It is ridding myself of the darkness that shrouded my confidence, relevance, and my hope during the day before. There are 14-18 pints of blood in your body. All of it would dissipate in a second in the sea's gallons. Your age is barely a point in time. A blink of our eyes captures only a moment of a 93 million mile journey of sunlight. We are infinitesimal in the grand scope of things. Almost meaningless. So when we inflict drama into situations that seem so important, think of a drop of blood, In the sea, a speck of sunlight on a cloudy sunrise, and time wasted trying to fill oceans and the vacuum of space, instead of something that will last longer than a blink of time on the horizon. But now, that is burned away in a simple ray of light, bringing with it gladness, promise and illuminating majesty that envelopes my soul. My favorite time of day is sunrise. Perhaps, it will be for you too. (at Alexandria, Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVk7YxBl3j5/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Apparently, either he didn’t read the bed’s instruction manual, which is likely since he doesn’t know how to read and can’t open the manual due to the lack of opposable thumbs, or… he decided to get up and go somewhere but changed his mind during a moment when his upper half was on its way but his lower half said “£uck no, we’re on strike!”, or… he had as much coffee as I did today and is facing the reality of not getting enough sleep last night so you just drag yourself out of bed and spend the rest of the day crawling from one place to the other. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVjlIfwsmy4/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Shhhhhh…. It’s starting!!! (Ahh... The fuse is lit, now I'll just sit back, eat my popcorn and watch.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CViRQPFlBxa/?utm_medium=tumblr

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A leaf fell, and with the wetness it stuck to the ground. One moment later it moved again. I watched as it landed on another leaf. The odds of those two leaves landing in the same spot is impossible to calculate. Yet, as the rain continued to pull leaves from the trees, as nature does, it happened. Finding the right place and person to spend the rest of your life with matches those odds. Imagine all the times you floated left, right. Got blown by the wind. How many times you got stuck on the ground. Then something happens. Until finally, you've landed. Life is unplanned, random. But some way somehow you'll end up in the right place. Until then… Hang on! https://www.instagram.com/p/CViQUjGl6bo/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Happy Monday. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVc6naegO_k/?utm_medium=tumblr

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The Braves are gonna play the Astros in the World Series. Place your bets now. However… Two years ago today, the Washington Nationals went up 2-0 on the road in the World Series. That wasn’t supposed to happen against the highly touted Astros according to so-called experts outlining everything that is wrong, statistics, theories. Despite all that, an eventual occasion occurred. A chance. Given a moment, you prove all the pundits right with all but one thing... The result. No matter how a task, a goal, a promise is accomplished, the end result is the only measurement worth examining. No matter what others say, if at the end of the day the deed is done, and those surrounding you are smiling, then you've done well. Odds are always against us. But they are only right if you don't prove them wrong. Try to try. If the exerts were always right, why play the game? (at Washington D.C.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVasz5PFKL9/?utm_medium=tumblr

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DJ has had this little duck since he arrived here at home. It has a battery operated talking mechanism inside that repeats, “Somebody lives you” and “Happy Easter” when you squeeze it. Strangely, for as much as it has gone off, it still works. Sometimes it works seemingly randomly and goes off even when no one is around. I don’t know if that is demonic or a miracle. Regardless, DJ stops what he is doing and runs to get it. This “toy” has become his pet, it seems. He care for it, licking it clean and carrying it from room to room. Some nights, he’ll frantically find it and bring it to bed, else he can’t sleep. It’s the cutest thing to watch the relationship. The love for his pet, mirroring the love for my pet (DJ). Except, I’m not gonna lick DJ. A good rub and a “good boy” will do. And often, I’ll tell him, “Somebody loves you”. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVagosFgIJT/?utm_medium=tumblr