It only took six hours before Prince's record label sent me a letter that said I was violating their copyright with my video snap-chat of me singing Prince's I want to be your lover! I mean I thought I gave the guy credit, I wasn't selling it for profit, and more importantly, I was singing for fun! I wondered if they thought I was looking for some compensation all things considered. Not to mention, I was rocking it! LOL. Who knows. What ended up happening is that I had to remove it from my Instragram account after I sent them a letter explaining why I didn't think it was a big deal for the reasons mentioned above. "They" haven't replied to my response to their 'take it down' letter! We'll see. Ha. Incidentally, David Bowie's people haven't bother to contact me nor did Madonna's, and I have their actual videos rolling with no credit to them other than it's them! I guess.
This week's photo is from the seat where I sit in periodically at Starbucks when I'm trying to get a things accomplished. Yes! It was a pretty view this morning with the sunlight finally breaking through the clouds; it gave the entry a bit of an welcoming appearance. As is always my plan, I try and make small talk or sometimes real life conversation with the regulars that I see. It's the same number of people that are either retired and just getting their day started or they're on their way to work essentially doing the same-getting a cup of Joe to get things moving. Whichever the case, both groups are usually happy to see ya when you walk in and almost always have something to share. It ranges from anything about their job, grand kids, their kids, and in a few occasions, they want my medical opinion on something. I usually give a little direction on some topics with the anticipation that I might need theirs when the time comes. Between real estate guys, bankers, and a couple of finance people, I should have most of my retirement needs handled. Cause that's coming sooner than later...I hope!!
Speaking of retirement, my name plate finally came in yesterday, and it was put on the wall outside of the office I work out of as of last December. Yes! It's a small sign of achievement because the people that walk into our office you all know from movies, the music you listen to on the radio, and watch on TV. It wasn't what I was originally looking to be, a chiropractor to the stars, but it's what happened to me while I was reaching up towards the heavens with my right hand and index finger...the sign that I'm just part of the plan and I'm doing my part the best that I can. Hahahaha. The picture of my logo (The Finger Pointing Up.) was later given to me in a picture board of applied wood by a very thoughtful person. When I see it hanging on my wall, I'm reminded that the plan often is different than what we want it to be when it comes to people--they have a role to play in our lives as much as we do theirs. You never know if you're helping them get to the next part of their lives or that they're helping you keep on track in yours. Which ever the case, it's important to realize that we need to hold on loosely to them, appreciate them for who they are, and why it is they came into or out of your life. I will admit this is difficult at times because of our humanity.
There is a comfort that comes with having a routine and seeing some familiar faces along the way; it gives one a sense of belonging, a sense of stability in an otherwise changing world, and in some instances makes life, well my life, seem normal. Normal. I guess that is a very relative word when it comes to me, but I'm just as much human as the next guy, and some days I need a little more regimen to keep me on track. Today's coffee stop was pretty fun. I took that fabulous picture above, and I got to make some small talk with a gal I've been eyeing out for the last month or so. I finally introduced myself to her the week before last and got the scoop on her. Turned out she's not a lesbian like the old man breakfast club suspected. She is smart, in really good shape, and a ginger. Remember, I'm from Minnesota where gingers run freely in the plains and at the U of M. It's a well know fact that Gingers only come one of two varieties: really good looking or not! LOL. That might be a little bias, but I've been around the block enough to know that all women (or men) are not created equal or we'd all be happy, divorce would never happen, and the Kardascians wouldn't matter. But, all those things happen and people can't seem to find other shows to watch. So, call me picky if you need. Admittedly, after the last serious relationship I had, I'm staying away from blondes with green or blue eyes or any Midwest girls for a while. Hence, the interest in the Ginger at Starbucks, but maybe just a break altogether from dating.
Apart from that dreamy cardio barre shaped peach that walked in through the outdoor, another gal has been walking into the place (Starbucks) this week. A tall, nerdy and conservative looking gal that has long brown hair, and wears kinda professional gear. I say 'kinda' cause its so far been skin tight pants, hot boots, and an almost too low cut blouse (Prince is more conservative.), which makes me think that when the eye glasses come off, and the hair drops down, it might be time to take the freaky train down town. I caught myself in there somewhere mid-thought because all of it reminded me of another nerdy looking, eye-glass wearing, long haired conservatively dressed gal--the Minnesota nurse I lived with a few years back. LOL. And, we all know she turned out to be a freak (This Unbelievable Life). So, I let the moment pass with just a "hello" and a laugh as the old-man breakfast club sat down the way watched for the entertainment value of it! Hahahaha.That being said, the non-verbal communication that was happening between us and other people was thick. A lot more of it the last couple of weeks even in my getting over being sick. Women either alone or with a dude are talking to me at the gym, Starbucks, and other places. It could be that I'm an Alpha, and it radiates from me, but I think it's that time of the year--Spring. Yes, it's even Easter weekend this week, and I couldn't even tell cause the weather has more or less been the same, but in it the subtle changes one notices the seasonal transitions. It's the time when people decide if what they've been doing all Winter is going to work for them into the next season. It's the time when they begin to show-off all the hard work they put into their gym time routine. It's the time of the year to start fresh and maybe with someone new. I suppose it's time to start wearing white again! LOL. Finally, I can wear my white gear! It really is happening though. When I think about it, it's when I've met most of the serious girls in my dating world: Spring and either at the gym or at a local Starbucks sitting on my ass doing what I'm doing right now...typing this blog. So, we'll see. It'll be my birthday soon and time to have things set for the Summer; it's gotta be better this time around. I mean it can only be better. Whatever happens, you'll read about it right here! Till next week, it's been another waste of your time reading about a Midwest guy's rants while taking in the sun, fun and life in California. Till next week, "Be well. Do good work, and come on back." G. Keiller.
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