And, So, All Good Things

As was said by . . . some wise person once in several different ways, all good things must surely end. Also said was, when God closes one door another will surely open. When one thing ends, another begins. Because all endings of eras in life are simply the beginning of new ones!

With that said, it is time. The time has come. Crook’s Eye View has outlived its welcome, I believe. We had a good run, looking back. Many posts of which I’m proud. A few, well, not so much. One or two straight-out bit the dust never to rise again!

However, I am not done. I doubt I ever will be. I have too much to say, after all (Elle Oh Elle)! And like a mighty, mythical phoenix whose rise from ashen flame to majestic flight, I will rise once more in one form or another.

I do, however, owe someone very special and close to me a very significant and heartfelt apology. She knows who she is. She floated into my life on seemingly magical butterfly wings and stayed with me to this day. I owe her more than a simple apology. I owe her my life, my fate, my freedom, my all. And, given that opportunity, I’ll pay this debt joyfully.

If for one reason or another she’s at a loss as to whose identity the person is, well, let me just tell her. “You know this person better than anyone else in the world, Ms. Henry, yet, I feel you may need someone to help you realize more about the beautiful person you truly are. I love you now, tomorrow, forever, always, and beyond eternity.”

And to Serendipity Herself, I say thank you. Thank you for your patience, your guidance, your security, your hope, your love. When I listen with a sober mind and a sincere heart, your guidance and timing is always pure and clean. Thank you from my heart to yours.

So, here we are on the cusp of forever. As was said by another wise individual, “The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.” Let this be the first of many more stones.

Take care, live life, love your neighbor especially in this difficult time of COVID. May God as you understand Him bless you always. And as always, keep from the dark, and bathe in the light!

Eff Ewe, Amazon!

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Above is the cover of my self-published novel. All my hard work and its result.

Well, guess what? Amazon and/or just some asshole seem to be exploiting all my hard work and its result!

Here’s what’s happening. I suggest to anyone who has self-published with Amazon or Kindle Direct Publishing more specifically to go to  your product page and check for shysters and/or hangers-on!

Some asshole decided that (even though he hasn’t bought my book) he’d resell “his copy” of my book. He even has five different reviews (obviously fraudulent) of my novel. Oh, they’re good reviews, but WTF?! He doesn’t OWN A COPY! How could Amazon, a reputable company do this or allow this to happen and go on, on their website? Do they not police their own site??? I suppose they do not.

Below is the link to Amazon’s site with my book BY Amazon itself and two other fraud sellers.

https://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/1686159927/ref=tmm_other_meta_binding_new_olp_sr?ie=UTF8&condition=new&qid=&sr=

Please, reblog, link on Facebook and other social media, and tell everyone you can that Amazon and its affiliates are greedy shysters. Thanks, take care, and until my next post, walk in light!

UPDATE: Amazon’s apparently decided to see things my way and have decided to take my book down, finally, after repeated attempts to get them to acknowledge me. The book is no longer available.

A Revolution Indeed

So, December 30th. This was the day I had a routine (supposedly) operation – hernia repair. The plan was to do the laparoscopic procedure fully by robotics. But, as fate would have it, difference won the day.

Well, after the surgery, I realized how blessed I am. Not only do I have a person that offered to stay the night in the hospital knowing she had to work the next day, but also, when I insisted she go home and sleep, she came with coffee for me the next morning. I love this person.

We went to Market Square for the ball drop in Knoxville for New Year’s Eve and she suggested, and I agreed, that we make the Market Square a yearly tradition. I again counted my blessings. Here is a person who’s had as many terrible relationship problems as I’ve had. And the fact that we take the time to work out even the smallest, minuscule details of our relationship comforts me to a point of security that I’ve never known, much less trusted. It’s one of the puzzle pieces that defines who we are. I know she understands. I know she’s been where I have. I know she sees things under the same tints of colorful light as me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So, here’s to a revolution around the sun, and to many, many more to come. I hope that God gives us as many years, reasons, gifts, hopes, laughs, hugs, and kisses to each other as much as the total opposite that has happened over the former years until we met. The negativity that’s shaped who we are before we were together, has shaped the positive aspects of we are as a couple. I know I’ve never felt for anyone what she has shaped my heart into. I owe her more than she knows. And more than I could ever repay. She’ll disagree and say I owe her nothing. And I’ll take that. And be happy.

Happy New Year, everyone. Here’s to, not only a new decade, but a new era.

Take care. And walk in the light of true love.

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2020 Will Be His Year!

Ah, Mr. Dollar. What would a presidential race be without a pompous, arrogant, green windbag that has nothing of substance to say, yet every advantage and all the resources to say it?

As with any election, there’ll be chills, spills, upsets and victories. Can Dollar pull off an upset and tank the current incumbent? Polls say no, but we don’t trust polls. Play on, Dollar. Play on!Dollar - 01

The Strength of Weakness

It was brought to my attention this morning by the person I now live with, whom I called in my last post “my friend”, that I did in fact call her simply my friend. I realized when I wrote the post that I had in fact called her simply my friend when, in reality, she is infinitely more than that to me. She’s my friend, yes, but also, my love, my lover, my absolute best and closest friend, my healer, my savior, my angel, my everything. She means more to my heart than I could ever express in words or sentiment.

One might think the fact that my friend brought this to my attention might somehow tarnish or negatively affect my love or my opinion or my closeness to her, when in fact it has indeed brought closer. You see, this momentary weakness of self-doubt on her part was merely that – momentary weakness. Her soft heart has seen so much brittleness and brokenness in the past that it’s no wonder the evil worm of self-doubt would weevil its way into her, or anyone’s, psyche.

This person is one of the strongest, most determined people I’ve ever known, so much so she has rubbed off on me to a grand extent. I know now because of her example that there’s nothing I can’t do, given enough perseverance. This person had, at one time, been diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer. Well, after a mastectomy, much chemotherapy, baldness from said chemo, side-effect illness, and now ten subsequent years of daily meds, she beat cancer. She made cancer her de facto bitch! And I could not be prouder to call her my love, my lover, my best friend, my healer, my angel, and my everything.

I love her. And I always will.

I hope, in the event I’m not here before the day, that everyone has a wonderful Christmas, that Santa doesn’t jack-knife his sleigh, and that the true starry meaning of Christmas isn’t lost in the shuffle of materialism.

I’ll leave you with a humorous cartoon that I may have posted before. At any rate, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and don’t forget to tell the ones you love how much they mean to you. Take care and walk in love’s grand light.

 

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Time and 2020

So, I’ve been taking some time off. As usual my blog has taken a backseat to real life. I have no one to blame and wouldn’t blame them if I did. It’s my fault and my fault alone.

I have been moving though. Kind of takes a chunk out of your days – moving. I moved in with my friend and we’ve spent time since we signed the lease on December 1st just settling in.

But I did want to mention with impending impeachment of The Orange and his subsequent following White House bid, there will be a new contender for that seat soon, as promised – Dollar!

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See y’all soon! Take care now.

The Genius of Leonardo – Fact or Fib?

Leonardo of Pisa – his genius cannot be denied and therefore is definite finite fact. The only fib here is his name, as it were. Born Leonardo Bonacci in the 13th century to a European customs official, he gained the nickname Fibonacci meaning “son of Bonacci”. Well, not necessarily a fib, I suppose.

The middle ages mathematician is known for the discovery or development of the sequence of numbers – 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, etc… This sequenced pattern is found by taking the number one and adding it to the previous number in the sequence, i.e. in this case starting with one added to one which is two, two added to one which is three, three added to two which is five, five added to three which is eight, eight added to five which is thirteen, and so on to infinity.

Oddly, the man discovered this sequence while studying the breeding cycles of rabbits. The fact that this sequence is found in nature, not only rabbit breeding (see the chart again on this link), but also appears in daisy petal counts and spirals on the face of sunflowers sheds light and insight into the mind and heart of our Creator, in my opinion.

This might sound like fiction if it weren’t true (elle oh elle!) and, to me, not only illustrates a Godly Divine Designer in nature, but also one with a definite infinite sense of style and humor. Rabbits replicating in ordered pairs? Sunflowers and daisies following a mathematical suit? Yes, our God is not only awesome but also brilliantly humorous!

Until our next meeting, walk in the loving light!

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Reblog for a Blogger Buddy!

So, I’m going to try to start doing this more for my blogger buddies because getting your name and craft out there is hard enough. I’ve reblogged this for my blogger friend Seanarchy who’s published a couple books.

Message or email me if you’d like your book or post about your book reblogged or promoted. No, there’s no charge (Elle Oh Elle!) Being a starving artist myself, I know what scraping by on peanuts and the butter made thereof is like, and really only have one thing to say about that lifestyle: Peach Mango Kool Aid is the best!

 

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Her other book: SKOLL'S DIARY


Take care, y’all, and stay out of the shadows. Until the next installment . . .

Vet’s Day – Freedom Remembers (Again!)

This is a reblog from last year. Happy Veteran’s Day!

Happy Veteran’s Day to all the vets out there! Freedom remembers you.

I was 17 when I entered the Army, well, the National Guard, actually, with my mommy’s permission. If I had to do it again, eh, I would. It was a character-building time in my life and I learned things about myself – what I can do, stand, prevail through – that I otherwise wouldn’t have.

I was 17. The summer between my junior and senior year of high school, I went to basic training on the Guard’s split option program. Fort Jackson’s sands filled my boots more than one day that summer. My dad tried to tell me, “Son, you ain’t gonna like the military.” I thought then that I should’ve listened to my dad. I still have conflicting feelings, really. (Elle Oh Elle!)

I followed in my dad’s footsteps, sort of. He was drafted during the Viet Nam Conflict to the Marines. He was offered E-5 Warrant Officer if he re-uped for four more years and took an MOS (job) of flying helicopters. He declined. And I don’t blame him! He’d have found himself in the heat of Hanoi before he could lace his jump boots.

At any rate, to my dad and my brother – two of my greatest teachers and heroes – Happy Veteran’s Day and thank you for your service!