Filling Holes

My dog, Max is slowing down as a result of aging. It’s difficult to watch. He wants to go on long walks, but it no longer is the best course of action.

I suppose Max’s aging reminds me of my own mortality. For dogs it happens at a much faster pace.

This past week, I communicated with someone from my past. It was someone, from almost fifty years ago, when we served at the same airbase in Germany.

Due to the end of the Cold War, the air base is no longer there. Our shared experiences were only memories–although pleasant ones.  Sometimes it’s nice to fill-in holes from my past.

Fifty years are a long time. There were a lot of life changes for both of us. I wondered what my friend thought about, after being contacted by someone, out of the blue, after fifty years.

This came about because of his name being on a social media site, of which, I am also a member.  On my part, there was no intent to invade privacy in any way.  Although, social media, by definition, puts private matters on the web for all to see.

Getting My Ears Lowered…

An unusual expression, that meant getting a haircut. Instead of wondering what to write about. I’m taking my advice, and just writing.

Along with “all things in moderation.” I believe in “live and let live.” What’s between one’s ears is really what matters. In other words–attitude is everything.

When this is published, it will be the 25th. The commemoration of my 70th birthday.

“Did you know that thirty members of your graduating high school class are deceased?” My sister chimed in, recently.

“No, I didn’t. If you were trying to cheer me up. It’s not working.”

“Do you write about anything/everything that pops into your head?”

“Heavens no. Just about some of the things I find interesting.”

“Do you remember going to bed with bubble gum in your mouth? Then, mom cutting the gum globs from your hair with scissors?” I asked.

“Yes, so what? Cousin Margie, did the same thing.”  One of the reasons parents despised bubblegum.

We were warned not to swallow chewing gum. It would accumulate and clog our digestive systems. I don’t chew gum any longer.  I’ve made it through three-score and ten–swallowed gum and all.

Time Perceptions

Low hanging clouds
Muted red, white, blue bunting
Thunderstorm laundered freshness
Parallel rails gleamed, bright, shiny
The church modernized
To multi-storied multipurpose
Urban decay apparent
Businesses, closed, boarded
For lease, available, in perpetuity
Buildings, once revered
Despised eyesores
Didn’t matter anymore
Yesterday’s classics, abandoned
With cracked windows
For who knew, how long?
Cryptic messages mocked
Sensationalism skipped town
And, the world hadn’t ended

 

 

What’s Your Hurry?

That’s the question
All older people asked
And if they didn’t ask
They were thinking it
Good days, bad days
Work got done
Or, not done
Things went the right way
Things went astray
Going faster and faster
Didn’t always make things better

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Where’s the fire
what’s the hurry about?
You’ve got so much to do
And only so many
Hours in a day…
But you know when the truth is told
That you can get what you want
Or, you can just get old…

Billy Joel’s, Vienna Waits For You–

American Beauty

This was a post from three years ago.  I think, Marta, the main character, still had more to say.


A clap of thunder

The family dog

Hid under the stairs

Among canning jars

Bags and boxes

Excuse the mess

We just moved

Marta greeted

At the door

Whatever was there

Was, all she had

Mere little white lies

Ignored, because they

Didn’t matter that much

So what, if they’d moved

Three years before?

Nobody cared that

Her piercing blue eyes

No longer had anything

To offer, other than

Reflected sadness, despair

Echoed in lines, wrinkles

Graying, unkempt hair

Marta gazed at the stars

Through broken windows

And an overgrown lawn

Full of broken-down cars

She waited for her

Hard-drinking husband

Poor excuse of a man

To stumble home

Sometime before dawn

Fate had not been kind

She straightened clutter

Just enough to keep

From losing her mind