As if……

I have been silent online for awhile as I am experiencing many life altering changes all seemingly needing immediate answers. I have found time though to read the comments I received regarding the golf club thief and the “reckless ranger” who retrieved them.

Of course in retrospect the brandishing of a firearm was perhaps too extreme a method of recovery, but what if there had been no weapon involved. What if during the unarmed confrontation the person in possession of the merchandise had merely removed a club fron the bag and beaten the owner with it? What if the owner had merely contacted the law enforcement agency and waited to see (if?) one of their representatives could have retrieved the equipment for him. What if these (distinctly recognizable, and very personal) items never made it back to their rightful owner ? According to a few of my responders the answer would be ‘sie de la vie’, or a fool and his property are soon parted so long as no one gets hurt.  ( bleed)

Most responders cast dispersion upon the character in possession of stolen, personalized items that could not reasonably be thought of as “free” or “cheap because I just bought a truck load of them ” or ” they were a gift.” ( I remember when there were items listed in the “found” section of the “lost and found” ) Since I believe that most of my readers are among the most astute on the ‘net I am heartened.

I know that people in general are very proud of the possessions they have aquired, and I realize that for many, insurance will replace things that are lost , destroyed or stolen, but I personally cannot, off the cuff, find pity or trust in my heart for a thief.


Please,be Careful

Far below where the common-folks go
Are basements and caverns and holes
Barred and chained at the top
Meant to keep prying eyes out
For the safety
of the wives and children

But curiosity kills the cat
So crafty minds pick and pry
Try to loosen chains
and unlock locks
And attempt to peek
behind the walls
That forbid the seeing.

When the maelstrom rises
And dismay abounds
When the dust has settled
And order resounds
The clear eyed sleuth
Can then clearly tell
The abyss was secured
From below, from hell.


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!


Baaaaa !

Then past the drought of the past ten years, when all were tired and the tears of the hungry children were the only moisture on the dust, a sudden gust of wind from the south brought a taste of moisture, as if to tantalize ones imagination of distant memories of water from the skies. But the rain did begin to fall, just a little at first, then the skies filled with cumulus clouds and the lightning and thunder woke the earth all around! The beginning to the end of the drought had begun, though the relative spattering was not to be a cure. Unforetold , the rain continued to fill the streams and reservoirs and suddenly it seemed, that The once scarce commodity had turned into the bane of usual business, and the people began to complain of the   continual dampness and the flooding of the roads and the rapid rise in the numbers of critters, such as mosquitoes and flies and other bloodsuckers and all wildlife not used to abiding in water.But the rain kept falling and the water spread and the cows were stranded away from their sheds;many housekeepers  dreaded the mornings with the mud tracking across their living rooms, and the workers of the fields had nothing to do but polish their best shoes, in case a trip to town seemed emminent.[Small chance since the roads remained flooded] When finally the weathered faired, and the prognosticators of the weather scene tried to explain how a weather event of such magnitude could have crept past the radar of wisdom garnered, and the clergy warned of the wrath of God, The flood receded and the earth glowed green and life indeed was easy again, but superstition so deeply engraved, left many to fret and disbelieve that natures course is ever changing; refusal to enjoy natures bounty transformed the political leadership, when the electorate changed the face of government so as to be sure this tragic event could never occur again!

Swerve Warning

Moved to the precipictial edge the being within rose, to the height of monstrosity,and nearly flew from the ledge of repose. A silly thing, a simpletons verbal swing, nearly set off a disaster . But the strength of five men ,retained from within for just such an event, managed control ‘fore the beast could unleash the fury, normally reserved for those of the criminal swerve. So close it seemed that the creatures emergence and violent perseverance would make up the midday news, that chemical warfare was used, and calmed down the tyrant who lives deep inside us, and so the danger warning has expired. For now.

What, Me Worry?

A thunderstorm heading my way, Ive got a few minutes to choose. Where in this cabin is safest for me? In a closet? If I hide in a closet my claustrophobia will drive me out just before the windows crash in. The bathroom seems right but the window lies close and thin. Once upon a time I heard that if nothing else seems safe; crawl beneath a piece of heavy furniture. OK, when the storm gets close I will sit right here, the storm warnings will be clear to see upon the computer screen. Then when the last minute arrives, I shall crawl beneath this desk, and if the wind blows too strong I will crawl beneath unless the winds are really, really high,then I suppose I must sit on it and try to hold it down!