While casting about for some idea, some thought that might strike my imagination, something catchy but somewhat limited in its ability to express the letter F, I “got bit” by the big one ! Fishing, the act and the idea,more than demonstrates the scope and power that can be exemplified by a single letter from the alphabet We can fish for words , thoughts, ideas and compliments. Personal information,hugs and kisses, and critters from under the water can all be gathered by fishing ! Until the day…. Oh, F….. ! That one got away !
Puttering [ something old folks did back when I was a kid ] about in the back yard on a chilly spring day with the fire pit blazing and music playing while preparing my tomato plot for planting, I realize how lucky I am to be able to spend my time this way!
The days stay longer and warmer now
And even though winters nights still retain the chill
Springtime looms, flowers bloom, and as the grass begins to grow
The season ignites my soul ; I feel the annual thrill
As the resonating outdoors calls to me so very strongly
And the wildlife and greenery for which I have yearned all winter long
Sets the stage and makes the entrance onto my favorite stage of life !
I have carried with me for the past few days a feeling that I was forgetting something. I have been checking my pockets, Searching through my pickup, Looking in my drawers, [ My dresser drawers ! ], etc. Today I realized that one year ago I dreamed up a name, filed a password and wrote my very first blog.
One year in the life of a man is a very short time so making a big deal of such a minor event seems to me a bit pretentious. So why is it that as I write these words, right now , my eyes well with tears and all the memories of the blogs, and the feedback and the sharing, overwhelm my senses ?
Could it be that the folks who have read me, communicated with me, disagreed with me and smiled with me are really REAL people ?
Thank you all from the depths of my very soul for inviting me and my ideas into your den. I refer to the blog as my den for here I am free to acknowledge my every whim, to vent my every frustration, to match hearts with some of the most giving REAL souls I have ever had the pleasure to meet.
Fellow READERS, and I say this because anyone who writes must therefore read, Thank you all for sharing your feelings, thoughts , fears and celebrations with me ! I am a better person for having met you all .
BTW I do not intend to go anywhere that I cannot climb into the ‘net, so You will all have to put up with me for the forseeable future. [or not] Damned philosophy!
I think that I will skip through life,
just step over the holes on to level ground
No pain, no chain, cut through the strife
listen now to my heart pound
As though a hammer mill was thinning my soul
Blow after blow, condensing my being into concentrate,
Just add water and do not be late, do not hate
That I can skip the lessons and not berate
The toiling folk who struggle
Through the steamy concrete jungle.
Around the interlude whence the music flows,
With the attitude of a flourishing rose,
So pretty to see , so painful to hold,
It is all about skipping and being bold.
God looks after fools you see,
And no greater exists than little old me!
Pain in the neck is robbing my sleep.
Go to a doctor, let him have a peek.
Find the pain source, knock it out with a shot.
Warmth on the neck, an oncoming wreck!’
Fear, confusion, struggle, illusion.
Breathing gets tough,moving is rough.
Dual worlds, gravity pulls, desperate hand holds, words not understood.
Legs pushing up, arms grasping the bunk, a flop on the mattress,eyes looking up.
Hand reaching out doubtfully trying to help with no understanding.
Twins become one and breathing is labored.
Voice finally heard communication struggles.
Control eases in, questions are pondered.
A day disappears while others peek, pry and question.
Home again, no questions answered, heart is okay, no pain in the neck.
Coming soon , more interviews!
I remember when I first saw you there at the race
I remember thinking, “That woman should sit upon a star
With a frame around her face.
then it seemed I would see you everywhere!
At the market, downtown,or in your car
And I could not but wonder how I never noticed you before.
When finally. I got the nerve to say hello, your smile blew me away
But still, for some reason I cannot say
I never asked and I don’t know why!
Just a dumb male, I must have been
Maybe though this counts as a win.
Cause your perfection lit up my eyes
We never had reason to fuss or fight
So your face brings me a smile no matter where
I think back to when I admired you so
And never will I ever know
What could have been and tantamount it is to sin
Only because I never asked back then!
If the barb is in the q, and the meat is in the stew, what shall we have to eat tonight, the alphabet soup? my jeans are getting tighter our my stuff is getting larger. if body painting gets more popular the art will take away millions of jobs. cell phones are becoming a buffer to the burgeoning population on earth. editors are like sharks. they take what they like and the rest is changed. news is important if one keeps up with it. blues are important if one keeps up with them. truth with out tact can be cruel.tact and diplomacy without truth is politics. games without rules are anarchy, I know the chicken came before eggs, because the chickenhouse was empty before we added chickens,flat tires are a bitch, i love wet t-shirt contests,I join in whenever I can,my luck is so bad, i do not know i’been had. I just cannot trust an honest accountant. when the fire is put out what happens to the spectators? at one time I thought a had a really good grip on myself[for a little while] some people can not smile cause their brain cells are rooted to the anal sphincter, could you imagine dreaming with me? the noise would keep you up all night.
In my tiny speck of the world winters icy grip is easing, and now with a few sunny days in a row and the temperatures above freezing .[freezing as in the point when water molecules quit moving, not as in running round nude with hair a’blowin in the wind] the time rapidly approaches when we must asses the ravages of winter.[ Actually had slapped on a zip up hoody and headed out the door,when furious gust of wind(probably 10-15 miles per hour) forced a hasty retreat back into the cabins safety] Nearly chilled to the bone from that wintery blast, I headed into the shower. With the water turned up as warm as it could get, I stripped off my clothes and jumped in there real quick and nearly let out a [manly] scream as my hand grabbed ahold of the handle of the shower. Turning the temp down eased my pain slightly while my eyes glanced down seeking damage control. Thankfully starting out, white my skin was merely pink, no blisters could I find. [yes, ladies I checked every thing] So slathering up my thinning long hair, I let that hot water flow’ till the my head was rinsed clean and the water had driven the chill from my bones. Snatching the towel from its rack placed shoulder high just outside of the shower door, and started wiping off excess water. The steamy mirror had begun to clear, so I searched for the winter time ravages. A bicep check turned out ok[after all I’d spent most of the winter doing 12 ounce curls] the pecs still looked pretty male. If I turned just right into the light, I think I caught sight of an abdominal shadow. Turning back to the other side I saw I was right about the shadow, but it seemed rather strange cause the shadow ranged too far down my torso. I decided right then to begin my yearly regimen and regain my shape before spring.The first thing I did was dispose of the straws[ If I was thirsty I would have to lift up the bottle] and the refrigerator took its place back in the kitchen. The trashcan moved from beside the recliner, the table stand cleared of the top heavy load [snacks left over I think from this years Super bowl] stood neat and slim and trim[ Too early a reminder of why it had stood there so I tossed it out the room] A tap on my door summoned me half way cross the floor[ wait a minute I called] then I hurried into my room,and grabbed some pants and a T-shirt too[ seems my resolve had been so intense that I had forgotten to dress] Jerked on my shirt, stumbled into my britches and ran to answer the door. Outside on the ground,I saw my buds on the ground rolling and laughing at me. When I turned round and saw my curtains all open, I decided right then and there, Never again would I allow winters’ end send my resolutions into a panic.[I will let you know how THAT works out!]