Another Rainy Day in Oklahoma. As the wind and rain, beat so violently on my window pane, as Mother Nature slowly and methodically attacks the peace of mind I desperately seek this day, as the rain and wind beat so violently on my window pane. I think of you my love … Drip, drip, drip. Creative Endeavors, The Home of BoxcarOkie.com … Sending you our very best is the least we can do.
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.
I am thoroughly convinced that if you watch three full episodes of The Bachelor, that you can be certified, brain dead. My wife not only watches this, but she watches the commercials too. Sitting there in my chair, with that deer in the headlight stare, my mind keeps playing over and over, shoot me, shoot me, please, take me outside and shoot me! Continue reading
Here you go, another post from a non award winning lame blog, located in the last great bastion of good rural living in the Heartland of America.
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The dog got me up again last night. You see, I live in the country, and in the country especially during the night time hours, we have different critters roaming about. There is a large population of coyotes in our area, and they going about howling and making all kinds of noises late at night and often until the wee hours of the morning. Continue reading
A couple of things about this incredible video. First the pace it sets, how it leaps from one shot to the next. A sign of our new generation who click and move on? The second thing I found amazing is how many of these locations I have been to in my life.
A really nice video of this wondrous place we all live.
Most mornings, I will sit at the table, cup of coffee, blinds open, watching the birds hustle to pick up the food I set out for them the night before. How hard life must be for them and how easy it seems to be for me. I think about a hot shower and how the water stings the back of my neck, long before the sun comes up. Slowly I crank up to meet the new day in my own ritual.
Beside’s the shower, this (sitting at the table) is usually the best place for me, early in the morning, to gather up my thoughts, and think about what it is that I am going to post for the day. On most days, I do not have a clue, as to what it is that I am going to share with you, I have not the faintest hint as to what I might have to freely give you. At times I often find myself, totally lost in the moment and find no chart, no clear concise course to follow.
On some mornings, I share a bowl of oatmeal with a friend and work out my day.
I will think about the first time my granddaughter took her little hand, placed it in mine and together, we walked across the parking lot of the truck-stop to the store. How good it feels to be needed and wanted. What was it that they used to call that feeling … oh yeah … a warm fuzzy. How a four year old will exclaim to anyone within earshot … “This is the bestest day of my life” and mean every word of it.
Other times, I will think about a 12 year old boy I know, who has no friends his age, cannot throw a football, is home schooled, and cannot tell you what 4X8 might be. “57? Uh 64? … 41” … all good guesses, but not one is even close. Deep inside it bothers me, because I know that not knowing how to spell a simple word like “cookie” at this age, will eventually lead to an emotionally crippled, ignorant teenager, in a very cold unfeeling world later on. I think about his limited options, all the time painfully knowing, I have to be quiet about it, because it is a “family thing.”
Even farther back in the cavities of my mind, I will think of walking to the back of a locomotive, on a chilly winter morning, slowly chugging thru the yard for another cut of cars. Reaching the back of the engine and finding my 47 year old friend Jack, sitting in the stairs, softly crying, because his kid is strung out on methamphetamine, and he doesn’t know what to do about it and I don’t know how to ease his pain. I think of all the times in my own life where I feel so inadequate and used up.
This kind of thinking, often will make me happy and sometimes, it will make me sad. Sometimes I will write about it and most often, I usually pass. You see, most of my choices are limited, some will work out and some will wither up and die on the vine.
My thoughts such as they are, have one common denominator.
This would be that I really don’t have a choice in the matter, I have to work with what it is that I have discovered (within myself) this day. My only options might be a set of headphones to drown out the noise or something like that.
You on the other hand, you have a choice.
You can flip off the page and go somewhere else. You can hit a delete button or escape and you are done. You can report it to wordpress.com moderators as untasteful or profane, objectionable to your good adult standards or morale code. You can ignore it completely.
The clock on the wall clicks off fractions of a day. Often early in the morning, when we sit down to write it and then put it up, another slice of life, a moment in time laid out on the page. Another offering is there for you to savor, relish and enjoy or to shut it down and walk away. Some of it good and some of it not all that great. It is all here, absolutely free. No baggage to take with you, no promises to make or break. And it only cost you a small portion of your time.
At times I think, believe it or not, you have the better part of the deal.
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