You ever hear a song on the radio and say to yourself, “Gee, I wish I had written that.” Or something along those lines. Music will do that to you, make you think of someone, somewhere, a time, and a place. Music has that effect on me. The last half of my 60+ years of life have been spent listening to the memories of the first 30 as depicted in songs. I hold the music of the 50’s and 60’s in very high esteem.
My bride, Cup Cake, looked at me yesterday with those big brown eyes, eyes that a guy could just get lost in, and said, “You make me smile, despite it all.” And I just gave her my best toothy grin and said, “Yeah?
(Then I walked off into the other room and wondered what in the ____ does that mean?)
You see, we are men, and we don’t have a clue, we don’t know diddly when it comes to the emotional side of life. The majority of the time we are checked out. No one home. We just “fake it.”
You girls pay attention, I run a serious risk of horse whipping or could possibly suffer other severe penalties for giving up these manly secrets on the page like this. I could very well be riding out of town on a rail by six O’clock tonight! When you rattle the bars on the cage of the beast, it can quite often be a dangerous and stupid thing to do.
One more day of marriage, another day sharing your life with someone and I guess that isn’t all that appalling. Tad bit confusing at times, but not necessarily a bad thing. So you adjust your attitude and forge on.
Everybody loves a lover, I am a lover, and everybody loves me. There could be a nugget of truth in here somewhere, just keep digging.
Cold and windy outside today, wind is howling like some kind of wild banshee out of the north. Another one of those Oklahoma Memory Makers, that is what I call them. (Unforgettable days and I am not talking indescribably delicious like the candy bar) One of those I got dust in my eyes and I wanna die moments of spring.
A day when even a dog would be better off inside, the penalty or the price we have to pay for spring. That luscious wonderful time, just before the tornado’s arrive, the time of new life, the precursor to summer heat and a harvest of plenty. The Red Buds are in full bloom and my eyes quickly fill with pollen.
Spring is the time of the year when a man’s fancy naturally tends to drift toward what I call “lighter things.”
A time or a season when he almost naturally leans towards affairs of the heart, when his gruff manly features, sort of melt away and the soft side of his being emerge for but a short while. A time of Easter Bunnies, fresh litters of puppies, and new beginnings.
Okies, boogers, memories, and springtime, it just caint git any bettern’ this.
My life feels so circumspect here in the moment. Life has been very good to me, my wife loves me, half-box of Cheerio’s in the cabinet, cup full of milk … Man, I got it made. Sitting here in a pair of well worn pajama bottoms, my very favorite Virginia City, Nevada, T-shirt, and a pair of house slippers. I am into my uniform of the day, doing my Hugh Hefner wanna-be best, to kick back and take it easy.
To be loved and appreciated is a wondrous thing. Life is so sweet. Step out of your comfort zone today, find someone and just hug the fizz out of ‘em … do it because you LOVE THEM and of course, because it is spring!