Scenes on Sunday ~ Vacations
it’s much better to travel hopefully
than it is to stay at home imprisoned in lockdown
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
on vacation I like to rent a convertible mustang
Monochrome Monday ~ Hollywood
in Hollywood the sun shines day and night
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
That’s a BIG gorilla
Random Jottings ~ Travel
vacations in California are good for me
it’s better to to take a road trip in a convertible Mustang
than it is to arrive
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live with no apologies, travel with no regrets
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travel, you can always get more money
you can’t buy more time
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choose your travelling companion wisely
you will be sharing your life with her
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I have nothing to lose and a whole world to explore
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the journey of a thousand miles begins with buying a ticket
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travel broadens the mind, sitting around broadens the behind
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
given a choice
always travel in style
Monochrome Monday ~ California
California is both charming and rugged
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
The Getty Villa
Songs on Saturday ~ Last Train to Clarkesville
in Clarksville it’s de rigueur to marry your cousin
I’ve never been To Tennessee but I like this Monkees song, and it’s so mid sixties. Anyhow I like trains.
Enjoy, and try not to dance to this track.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
the supercharger is a bit OTT
Songs on Saturday ~ Chris Rea
I’m never going to wait in line again
This Chris Rea track speaks to me, he’s singing about how my life was, how it is, and how it’s going to be. I know that boardwalk and I know those streets. I know how it feels to be trapped , waiting in line, waiting for something better…. Not a VW, and California, not Europe.
With thanks to Paula Light for this prompt.
Pick up up your life, stop waiting, get on and do it.
Get a car, get a girl, and get out of town.
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jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Scenes on Sunday ~ Road Trip
keep cool ~ drive a Mustang convertible
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
California, a Mustang
and the girl riding shotgun
it doesn’t get any better than that
Baring My Soul
to let go of the past, we first have to accept it
just one of the cars, just one of the hotels
For more than five years I was in a dysfunctional relationship with a woman I believed I cared for very deeply. Just about everything you can imagine being wrong, was wrong with that friendship ~ if that was what it was. And I was too willfully blind to see it. Call it lying to myself, or ignoring the obvious facts, or just call it denial. The plain truth was that because of my own unrealistic expectations, I was on a down-bound train to some very personal hell, and my conscious mind did not want to know.
My subconscious mind, my inner child knew all right. I spent years being miserable, torturing myself, and looking for some easy escape from my pain. I started to write this blog…. No that is not true, she found me through this blog, in March 2014, (or maybe earlier). What happened was that the things I started to write here changed. My posts became darker, filled with pain and angst as I tried to find some relief from my feelings. I went back to drinking, and every time my feelings got the better of me I would get the better of a few bottles of booze. I even tried therapy ~ although I never told my therapist the truth of it.
The worst thing I did was to invest more and more of myself in that one-sided relationship. I visited California often, and took my friend on great road trips, including to Wyoming to see the total eclipse of the sun. We went to some very expensive new-age seminars in Sedona AZ and Albuquerque NM. We found some great restaurants in Orange County, and breakfasted on the Queen Mary in Long Beach. I would send flowers and gifts on every possible occasion. And. I couldn’t see that everything I did made it worse.
Perhaps because I was going crazy during the coronavirus lockdown, but a couple of weeks ago I admitted to myself and others that I was in deep, deep trouble. Then I finally admitted why, and found the sense to tell my Californian friend that we needed to say goodbye.
I know that she is still in my mind, and will be for a while. But I have an Angel at my shoulder, and as long as she is watching over me I will stay free of the chains that once bound me.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
alone again, naturally
Songs on Saturday ~ Against the Wind
birds fly highest against the wind, not with it
There is a part of me that yearns for the better art of my youth ~ not that I ever owned a hog, or a switchblade, or a studded leather jacket. I was a little too prudish for that. For a while I rode a 400 x 4 to work, bought and sold cars that I shouldn’t have touched with a barge pole, and knew an older woman called Janet who owned a Bonneville T120. (MBL (Married but looking.)) And BTW, if I go over the Rockies it will not be on a bike.
Please listen with skepticism, or maybe cynicism.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
surprising ride for a married older woman
Monochrome Monday ~ Zzyzx
some places are even emptier than the back of beyond
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
four and a half miles to nowhere
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