10/24/2014

My New Car


New 2014 Honda Accord Coupe V6




I say "my new car" when I actually bought my new Honda Accord on July 27th of this year.  It now has over 4300 miles on it.  But, since I have been talking about buying a new car since January (Time to Trade in My Honda Civic), I thought I would make mention of it in a post.  In that post linked above, I talked about buying a 2014 Jeep Cherokee.  I came really close to buying one.  I like Jeeps.  But, I don't like the insurance rates for them and I don't like the ratings that people gave them on Google and Yelp.  So, I decided to stick with Honda.  I bought the 2014 Honda Accord Couple V6.  I almost bought the 4 cylinder.  But, I really didn't like the acceleration in it or the Jeep Cherokee.  I do a lot of interstate driving.  I need a car that has good pickup and gas mileage.  My Honda Accord does both.  Now, that 2006 Honda Civic EX I traded in was a good little car.  It had great gas mileage and was very dependable.  But, as I discussed in the article linked above, I had the ECT sensor replaced.  That cost just over $400.  Not much when you consider that was the most I had spent on it.  But, I kept having trouble with the A/C as well.  After 8 years of dependable service, it was time to update my transportation.

I am very deliberate when it comes to buying a car.  I actually started thinking about buying a new car a year ago this month, in October of 2013.  I am very happy with my 2014 Honda Accord Couple V6.  It is very comfortable, takes the bumps in the road much better than the Civic. It has all the latest gadgetry of today.  It has tire pressure sensors, which the Civic did not have.  It has a backup camera, driver safety aids (lane departure warning, front collision warning, etc) and many other features I find attractive.  I probably won't trade it in for at least 7 years as long as it doesn't give me any trouble.  But, I do get compliments all the time on what a beautiful car it is.  I love the car bra on the front as well.  I hate getting dings on the paint job.  Hence, the car bra.  I really like it.  It is a really nice car.

10/20/2014

Visits to the Doctor






There aren't many things I hate worse than going to the doctor.  Going to the dentist would be one thing I hate to do. Sitting with my car as it is being repaired would probably top the list of things I hate to do.  But, last week, I had to go to my urologist and dermatologist all in the same damn week.  Both were awkward for a variety of reasons I won't go into.  The urologist visit is to a doctor I don't like.  To be honest, there aren't many doctors I do like.  But, he is #1 on my list.  He is rude at times.  The thing about it, I don't say anything when he is an ass. I'm always at a loss for words for some damn reason.  I plan on correcting that the next time I visit. Next visit, I am going to be an asshole too.  I'm sick of him.  I just don't like him.  My dermatologist is a  pretty good guy.  He seems the opposite of the urologist.  But, it takes so long to get an appointment with him. I've heard that is typical of all dermatologists these days.   But, like all doctor visits, once I get to the skin doc's office, it's hurry up and wait and wait and wait.  Once in the back room, you wait some more. I hate waiting if you have not figured that out by now.  All in all, I think it is safe to say I avoid going to the doctor as much as possible.  At my age, I shouldn't do that.  But, I am so miserable while I am there.  It is a necessary evil, I know.

It seems that I always meet up with someone who has a personality disorder on my office visits.  Take for example the office visit to my dermatologist last week.  My appointment was 8AM.  The office wasn't even open when I got there.  Shortly after I got there, this mouthy woman shows up and lets me know she is unhappy with the entire world.  Case in point, there was a rattle coming from what I believe I correctly deduced as an AC vent.  She said it wasn't an AC vent causing the noise.  She didn't offer an idea what was causing the noise.  But, she 100% with it not being the AC vent.  People like that drive me insane.  Then we make it into the office, she proceeds to sit next to me again.  Once again, she mouths off about politics and why this country is headed to hell.  I didn't disagree with much she had to say.  But, one thing I learned a long time ago is never discuss politics and religion with people you don't know.  In fact, it's a good idea not to discuss the two with people you do know.  Thankfully, I was called into the back to wait on the doctor.  I don't have to go back to him for at least four months.  It may be even longer.  I think four months is too quick for a routine check.  Thankfully, I don't have to see Dr. Rude (urologist) for another year.

If you have stories about your doctor visits, please feel free to share.

10/17/2014

Letters Home from the Greatest Generation - Part V

Welcome to Paris GI!

 

 

Paris is Taken

Please click HERE to get all the info about this series.

The Battle of Normandy, the Liberation of Paris, was concluded on August 25, 1944. Now, the steady drumbeat of Allied Forces could be heard in Berlin as the Germans prepared for the invasion of their homeland. My Uncle John would actually discuss this event of WWII. He enjoyed talking about it because, for the first time in his life, he was treated like royalty by the French people. All his life, after WWII, he held the French in high regard. He told us that in parts of France people only had a wedge of cheese and maybe a bottle of wine between them and starvation. But, it was offered to American GIs without hesitation. The French people had suffered for a long time at the hands of the German high command. In the mind of the Germans, it was payback time for WWI.

In this letter below, my uncle is becoming more and more emotional about the war. He is almost numb from the atrocities that the German soldiers committed against the French during their occupation and as they were fleeing the Allied Advance. He mentions one episode below that is graphic in nature. Readers be advised of this content. It is hard to understand how the German people could commit mass murder and commit atrocities that defy imagination to the occupied lands of WWII. My uncle is now worried about a number of things. The thing the U.S. Army troops were most looking forward to, taking of Berlin, was being mostly handled by the Red Army of the Soviet Union. To say the least, our troops were irate about this. Many felt that General Eisenhower had betrayed them. My Uncle John cursed the name of Eisenhower until two days before his death in January of this year. Many troops never forgave him.

Here now is the latest installment of Letters Home from the Greatest Generation - Paris is Taken.
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Cpl John S. Wxxxx
IV Division, Third Infantry, U.S. Army
Paris, France
August 27, 1944

Dear Alice
As you pobably know by the time you get my letter you know that we have taken paris france. The paris people are very happy to see us here, Alice. We all marched in about two days ago. We been drinking wine almost all day since that march in. Germans did not put up much of a fight. I think the German boys know the war is about to end. I still have hope we can be home by Christmas Alice. That is my prayer every night. I know one thing them german boys look like they all about to cry. They know the only thing keeping them alive now is the ones they been fighting, us American boys. We captured a lot of them in what little battle they put up agin us. They ran to us with the white flag yelling something at us. I guess it means they surrender is what they said. 

I wished we could kill all these dam germans. they did xxxxxxxxx some bad things in this country Alice. The thing I remember most is this little village about 20 miles south of where I am right now. We came into the village and the Germans had just left. We heard a woman screaming like somebody was hurting her. me and Mickey Cxxxx ran to her. She was speaking French so we could not understand her. But, she keeps pointing to her daughter. I could not see anything wrong with the girl until I made her turn around. She was bleeding out of her rear a lot Alice. She look like a young teenage girl to me, maybe the same age as your little cousin Patty. I still could not understand what happened. A french guy that could understend some english told us that 3 german soliders rapped this little girl in her rear in front of her mama and papa. The French guy said they had only left about 10 minutes from the time we showed up. We went looking for them. We did not have to look far. They were hiding in a barn about a mile from the village. 1 of them put up a fight. I shot him. He was the lucky one. The other 2 were not so lucky Alice. Some how they got they balls cut off. That is what we told major ellis when we brought them back screaming and bleeding. Major Ellis asked me how it happend and I told him maybe a farmer did it. He did not ask us any more questions about that. Those 2 will never rap another little girl again.

We are all mad as hell Alice. We got word today we will not be going into Berlin to finish off the dam germans. Instead we are heading to some kind of camp called bukenwall (Buchenwald Concentration Camp). And we may have to join up with the Third Army. I hate that as much as not going to Berlin. What the hell are they thinking? We so mad we can spit fire.

I am looking up at the stars tonight Alice. I wonder what you are doing as I writ this letter for you. It seems you are on one of those stars up there waiting on me to come home. I like to think I can see my mama put one of her apple pies on the front porch table to cool off. I like to think I can see old pooch (that was the name of his beloved dog) barking at the mail man bring the us mail to our house. I think I can see daddy rasing hell about no rain as he always does. I wish I was home Alice. I am sick of this dam war and everything to do with it. I never want to see any kind of gun again if I make it back home. I am sick of the sound of them and all they represent. I am sick of death, of boys without arms or boy without legs or boys without anything but a body and a head left on them. I am tired of looking at the death that war brings. The french people have been grate to me. But, the war is over for them. We must continue this war until it is over for us. I must go. Some of the boys want me to go with them to another party tonight.
I love you Alice
Johnny


***Until his death in January of 2011, Uncle John never allowed a gun in his house or on any of his property again. 

****This may or may not be the final installment in this series.  Unfortunately, the professor from the local community college can no longer help me decipher the writings of my Uncle John's writings.  They are faded and, as mentioned before, Uncle John's penmanship is horrible.  But, I will try to post at least one final chapter to close out the series. 

10/13/2014

Accepting Mortality





I'm sure you have heard before that we won't get out of this world alive.  Meaning, none of us living today will be alive 80, 90 or 100 years from today.  Accepting our own mortality, coming to grips to our eventual death is not something I really thought much about until I turned 40 years old.  When you are young, you foolishly think you will live forever.  But, eventually, as you get older, you realize that you are not immortal, that you do not have infinite years to live.  It's something that is difficult to accept.  Many people live like they will have no tomorrows and plan accordingly.  Then you have some people who live more in 25 years than some who have lived twice that long.  "Live for today because tomorrow is not promised to you."  If I heard that once, I heard it a million times from my mother.  She may or may not have been right.  But, that glosses over the very idea of mortality.  Should one live for today simply because tomorrow is not promised?  No, I don't agree with that at all.  But, I do think you should live your life with as much joy and happiness as you can.  As you get older, into your sixties as I have, you come to the realization you don't have many years left on this earth.  If I live as long as both my grandfathers, I have maybe 15 years of life left in me.  That's a bit frightening to think about.  But, I have come to grips with my mortality.

I guess my whole point in this post on mortality is that since we don't know how long we will live, it is best to enjoy each day as best you possibly can.  I will be the first to admit I don't always practice my own advice.  We are not immortal.  We have to accept that someday we will face death.  If you are a Christian, as I am, then you face death with some trepidation but with the belief you will live again in Heaven.  Not even Christians welcome death, the end of their mortal lives.  But, we accept our death with the satisfaction we shall live with Jesus Christ for eternity.  Now, some people will say this is all nonsense.  Some will say once you die, that's it for you.  There is nothing else.  I don't accept that.  I don't accept that my life and that of everyone else is just one big accident.  We were all placed in a mortal world for a reason.  What that reason may be, I won't know for sometime, I hope.  The end of my mortality is approaching.  But, I do not fear it.

10/10/2014

Paranormal and Supernatural Guest Posting Series




I have to say, I love this paranormal/supernatural guest posting series more than any other since this blog started up.  I have been thrown many great stories that I had to turn down for various reasons. I simply can't publish them all.  For every 5 submitted to me, I must turn down 4.  My apologies to those of you that have been turned down.  It's not because your story is not very good.  It's simply because the one story I do pick just stands out from the other 4.  Please don't take it personally.  This paranormal/supernatural series has been immensely popular.  Far more popular than I ever would have imagined.  I regret I waited six years before initiating this series on this blog.  I even had to get a different feed for the series due to its popularity. I also want to take this time to thank those who have offered advice about this series.  Since the stories are not my own, I cannot in good conscience sell the stories.  Yes, they are my property since they are published on my site.  But, if I ever do incorporate these stories into one big ebook, I will certainly make note of this in this blog..  It does sound appealing.  But, I would have to share the royalties with the respective authors.  At this time, I am inclined not to do this. 

The very first story published was "House at the End of Satter Field Road."  This is one of my personal stories I shared.  It has received moderate success with nearly 1500 reader hits.  It was one of those coming of age stories that nearly ended in my coming of age!  I'll always believe we broke into a witches lair that late afternoon.  The next story in this series was also a personal experience.  It was a two-part series entitled "Ghost Story:  Summers at Grandma's House."  Each received over 500 reader hits which was bit of a disappointment to me.  I really thought this story would do well.  However, the next personal story I published took care of that disappointment.  "Stormy Night in an Abandoned House" has to date received just over 4K in reader hits.  That was a big surprise to me.  This story is not a story in the traditional sense of something out of the supernatural or paranormal.  But, readers do like this story.  A guest post story by Michelle Diamond completely took me by surprise as well as Mrs. Diamond.  This story continues to get reader hits seven months after it was published.  The story, Something in the Attic, has just over 11K in reader hits.  It continues to be one of the most popular stories around.  In the first 24 hours, I got over 7K in hits.  But, the story that has surpassed them all is "The Thing in the Idaho Wilderness" by Tom Spencer.  In the first 12 hours of being published, this story received just over 9500 reader hits!  That was astonishing to me. Some blogs don't get that many hits in two months combined.  To date, it has nearly 19K in reader hits.  It continues to be the most popular story ever published in the near seven-year history of David's Musings.  This story still garners at least 30 hits a day ten months after being published.

As good as these stories are, the one that continues to haunt me, the one that continues to get good reader hits. is The Voice in the Wilderness by John Malcolm.  It has nearly 3K hits which is miniscule to some of the others listed above.  But, this story is one you simply have to read.  I hate singling one story out.  But, The Voice in the Wilderness is extremely unusual.  It's the kind of story that will keep you awake at night.  It's both frightening and sad all at once as one thinks it is the voice of a wayfaring stranger who never made it back home.  Just read it.  I guarantee, you will not ever forget it.

There are more stories concerning the supernatural or paranormal if you prefer.  Even after my activity starts to disappear slowly after this blog reaches 7 years of age next April, the stories on the paranormal and supernatural will continue. We will continue to take stories on the paranormal/supernatural topic.  I realize a 20% acceptance rate is not very high and might be discouraging.  But, submit your stories anyway.  You never know what will strike our fancy.  It must be unusual, something that tingles the spine of the reader.  If you wish to submit your story, click here to get started.  Be sure to put PARANORMAL in the subject line and make your pitch of what your story is all about.

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