Well, here it is Monday Morning again. I'm listening to Dave Champion's Radio Show. (RBN) Two weeks away from my 62nd birthday. I'm facing the occasion with calm and resignation. I'm pretty confident that it will come and go just like the last one did. All the last ones. Another year of my life has come and gone. It's hard to believe that I'm going to be 62. It just doesn't seem right. When people ask me how old I am my first thought to answer is maybe "50". Sometimes even 42. It's not that I am a hibitual liar, or even that I am in denial. I'm neither. It just doesn't seem right to say "61 going on 62". And it's not that I don't "feel" 61. I do sometimes. Though I am not sure what 61 is supposed to feel like. I've never been 61 before...how am I supposed to feel? How would I know how I should feel? I know people who are that age, or who have been that age. How they "feel" at 60, or 62, or even older...like 82, just doesn't mean much to me. I just can't relate to what they say about being old...I mean, older.

I know that I can't do the things I used to do. Things like work a 12 hour day at physical labor without getting tired. I mean really tired. I remember coming home after a 10 or 12 hour work day and feeling pretty exhausted. I hurt, I ached, my body didn't want to do anymore "work". Not that day. I dragged myself down the hallway to the shower. I forced my abused body towards the bathtub and climbed in. Hot water does wonders. I felt better afterwards, but I didn't want to do any more physical labor. Not that day. On the other hand, I almost always still had the energy to have sex. I often did have sex after one of those long hard days. No problem. But that was back when I was 52, 42, 32. A decade ago, decades ago.

I remember when counting my age was in years, and sometimes in months. I measured time by the space between sexual experiences. "It's been a day since I had sex." "It's been a whole week since the last time I had sex." A month between sex was a very long time. Actually I never went a month without sex back then. Even when I was living alone. Now I measure the length of my life in "decades". Six decades and counting. To put "sex" and "decades" in the same sentence is depressing. I'm going to change the subject now.

I'm going to "celebrate" my 62nd birthday in a few days. Just for the heck of it...just so I don't "feel" old... I'm not going to allow any candles on my birthday cake. Come to think about it, I haven't had a birthday cake on my birthday for decades! My God! I just said "decades" again! This is just too pathetic.

I was going to write about some other thoughts on this Monday morning. Maybe after my nap.

A. Adams says:
De, with me, "good" is like HOLY! It means, quit your day job.

Art is a wonderful thing to do. Whatever the endeavor may be, painting,drawing,making music,photography,hand-crafting of the various kinds,writing poetry,fiction,even non-fiction,designing new things or redesigning what is already,all are essential and rewarding activities. And good for society.
I am an artist,and I make art.I do all of the above things...and more. I also dabble in video-audio recordings.
Skills and talents are wondrous,if you are blessed with the ability to do any of these things. Or possess the ability to learn the skills necessary to do art. No matter what the art may be,art is a worthwhile activity. I have occasionally said that Art is the backbone of civilization. Where would we be without it?
Without Art and those who create it there would not be anything new or interesting or entertaining...no literature to read and learn from,or be entertained and amused by. The cellphone would not exist, and we all know what it would be like without our cellphones,right?
Or the telephone,or even the telegraph...thank Art for Mr.Bell and his kind. Those who came before him and after.
History would be mostly lost without Artists. Life would be grim without movie shows and music, and well designed and attractive automobiles,airplanes,furniture and appliances,TVs and now newer and more enjoyable TVs. YouTube would be pointless without Art...if Artists had not existed. I would not be writing this and posting it to the artistically inspired internet. A goodly chance that I would not even exist at all...or never was. That is a very troubling thought. I like Being and Doing. I would not be very happy,indeed,if I didn't exist...if I did not BE and was unable to DO. But then...I wouldn't be aware of that would I?
Perhaps without Art and Artists none of us would Be. Perhaps The Creator,whatever that may be,knew and understood that the Created should also have the wondrous power to create,thus making a profound bond with our creation...and our creator. I'm not making any conclusions here or declaring any truths...I'm just thinking...creatively.
Sometimes I think that people just don't appreciate Art enough. That they don't realize just how important it is. Some Artist somewhere artistically designed those rounded corners on the kitchen range that is common in our homes. Did you ever wonder who "designed" those rounded corners on the common kitchen appliance? I knew one of those artists. A man who once lived,a real person...and I knew him. He inspired me and I hope I inspire others and that they in turn inspire even more. And so Art continues,and we are the better for it.
That Artist that I knew those many years ago still inspires me, even though he is not well known, and most likely never will be regarded as one of the world's greatest Artists,or given credit for what he created in his lifetime. I will always remember M.K.Garner and what he did for me. The most simplest thing really...he was an Artist and he inspired and encouraged me to Be...and DO...and I have,and I will. And I am the better for it. Thank you "Red" Garner. Thank you for being an Artist and inspiring me. I miss him. I'm sure there are many others that miss him too.
I am El De,The Artist...
BE and DO...

It's the music...it's always the music...and sometimes the image that the music brings...
I may be a legend...if only in my mind...but a legend that sings...
the praises of Love that we have combined...
With a touch of the Real and imagined tales of surreal...
the pictures are of US that show how I feel...
two flowers caught dancing...the dew on our backs...
holding blossoms of roses and purple lilacs...
and the fragrance of joy passes 'tween us
as we dance in the light...
with a taste of happiness as we kiss in the night...
no other garden can claim what we know...
two flowers dancing...and loving it so...
De hearts Lilo

I asked my wife: Is it "cheating" for a man to talk to women on the internet?
and she said: "I don't think so..."
I asked my wife: Is it cheating to look at women when I am out in public?
and she said: "I don't think so..."
I asked my wife: Do you have a problem with me taking pictures of women in my studio in the nude?
and she said: "I don't think so..." ( I wonder if she understood the question?)
I asked my wonderful wife: Is it cheating for me to engage in sex talk on the internet with women?
and she said: "I don't think so..."
I asked my dear wife: How about cyber sex? Is that cheating?
and she said: "I don't think so..." (Ain't she marvelous?)
I asked my wife: Do you have a problem with me surfing the internet and looking at porn?
and she said: "I don't think so..." (I've married an angel, don't ya know!)

I asked my wife, my darling wife: Can I have a Chinese slave girl?
and she said: "Sure....go for it." (Huh?...I repeated the question....)
and she repeated her answer....."Sure!...Go for it!" (There has to be a catch!)
I asked my sweet wife: Can I have 3000 dollars?
and she said: "I DON"T THINK SO!"
But! But!....you said.....
and my wife said: "And why do you need 3000 dollars?!!!!"
and I answered her: To pay for the Chinese slave girl.
and my.....delightful wife said: "I DON'T THINK SO!"
But! But sweetheart you said I could buy a ......
she said: "I said 'go for it'...I didn't say I would pay for it!"
I knew there was a catch! Rats!

Fortunately we don't own a couch anymore........

Note: If anyone would like to donate to "Buy a Chinese slave girl project" just send "cash" to:
Help De buy a Chinese slave girl Fund
c/o Ole De
1 Doghouse Lane
Worthington WV 26591

p.s. The above story is true, I really did ask all those questions...and my loving wife DID answer in the way I said....and we don't have a doghouse either...so there's no need for you to worry about Ole De freezing his....tail....
The cash would be appreciated though....I'm still 2 thousand 9 hundred and 94 dollars short...........

De