My rote routine is different this day, I somewhat reluctantly welcome the change.
April 14, 2015
April 13, 2015
Over the years while traveling the Interstate system, I have coveted certain areas that I will pull over and park for the night. I have a favorite spot to break Denver-OKC or Las Vegas-OKC and so forth. One such place is a WalMart outside of Albuquerque, New Mexico, just on the east side after you come up the canyon. This year on the way to Pahrump for the bus meet, we pulled in there to overnight and get some groceries.
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 10, 2015
An old lion who had lived his entire life high upon the mountain, decided one day to go down into the valley to see what life there was all about. He walked around for awhile, and inspected all there was to see in this valley, until late afternoon.
At that point in time, he decided he was hungry, so he set out to find some game for his meal.
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 5, 2015
Skillfully I will work my way around the coach with a wipe rag and copious amounts of elbow grease, pull it outside, and immediately watch the dirt and trash of man coat it again.
It is my very own personal Black-hole of the Bus Community.