Early in life, much like Lindsay LoHann I found out that I was not a good thief. Got busted early on for shoplifting and figured out quickie pronto, that I did not want to do that anymore. My old man showed me the errors of criminal my ways behind the woodshed. Believe his exact words as I recall were … “I aint living with no thief.”
April 19, 2015
April 17, 2015
When I was a boy,
the devil would taunt me and call my name,
He would say to me who do you think you are,
who do you think you are fooling
And we would play the game
Man that expression used to literally send a chill up my spine in High School … “Smith, there is going to be a test on this Friday.” Funny how times change, now I see people flocking to take tests all the time.
Each week on FakeBook I see all of these “so-called quizzes” where you are told the meaning of your name, how old you REALLY are, how smart you seem to be or could be. I find them amusing.
April 12, 2015
Spring! This is the time of the year when I put the lawn-chair furniture on the front porch and soak up the best parts of the day.
This morning I was out there early, real early, sitting in the still of the morning, before the sun had come up.
April 11, 2015
I meditate. I burn candles. I drink green tea. And yes … I often want to smack people. Nothing seems to work here lately.
On days like I just had today, I want to walk over to someone and stick my head in their crotch and take a long, deep-breath just like Jack, and let them scratch my ears. There are days, believe it or not, that the life of a dog would actually be preferable.
But alas, I don’t have enough money to buy a fine dog to live vicariously thru, just a pocket full of kindness to make him wag his tail.
Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog’s face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?
One last thing: “Do you ever wonder why you gave me your e-mail, friended me on FakeBook or came to this webpage in the first place?“
April 9, 2015
Another session of being poked, prodded and nudged. Walking into the Dr. Office I fill out the paper work and I assumed the position in the comfortable chair, put my head back on the wall and once again drift off …
April 8, 2015
The hot water of the shower stings my back and I soak up each and every drop, one of the few pleasures in life, I can still afford. After two good cups of coffee, I slink out to the shop to do my thing as the wife refers to it.
One good thing about country living, is the fact, that you are never far from nature. The air is fresh and clean, there is no sense of misguided suburban urgency to screw thing up.
Yesterday, early in the morning in my shop, I watched a moth flutter around the window in a feeble attempt to get outside. He kept hitting the window over and over in his relentless challenge to get outdoors.
On the other side of the window, the drama unfolds even more, it is a small bird who is in turn, pecking on the window and hovering at the same time, trying to make an easy breakfast of the moth.
Nature and all her drama, and all you have to do to enjoy it, is move to the country. People in the city are vegetating at the lite, waiting for a green at the top of the pole, to go nowhere.
I turn on my stereo while I am working, the melodic sound of country music fills my shop (Allan Jackson’s Country Boy readily comes to mind … Reba McIntire I Wish I Were A Boy), shortly thereafter a mockingbird lites on the fencepost outside the door and begins to serenade me at the same time.
The birds’ gentle song fills my morning with joy and brings peace to my tired soul.
Life is good in the country.
April 7, 2015
Monte the bartender, was a big man, the reason was, he diligently worked out everyday at the local gym. He worked as a bartender in the evening hours, and during the day, he kept fit doing his rep’s and eating right.
Monte was a big dude indeed, kind of like a California Redwood, you had to look a long ways up there, to finally spot a limb. (more…)
April 4, 2015
A poem for spring, a delightful detour from the norm, another exercise in the fantasyland of my own imagination on a windy day.
April 3, 2015
Just read a new survey that says “64% of Americans rate the honesty and ethical standards of members of Congress as low or very low.” Which of course is most likely the lowest rating on record since the ancient times of Rome? Congress now rates just below telemarketers or whale poop, and we all know that is at the bottom of the ocean.
If you think this is bogus, consider this: “Hillary has blond hair” … I rest my case y’honor. (more…)