After being gone for an extended period of time, I tend to get reflective.
Elvis Presley’s “Why Can’t I Get An Answer?” still plays in the background of my head.
What was important to remember from the last three weeks?
Perhaps most important, is that, there aren’t always answers–only more questions.
Dignity can’t be taken away unless we allow it to be.
Confidence in one’s self goes a long way. I learned the hard way.
I hadn’t been around little ones for a long time. Young children’s minds were like little sponges. They watched everyone and everything around them.
Things will never again be like they were in my youth. And, some of that’s a good thing.
Someone, once said, there is more work done before and after vacation, than at any other time. I can attest to that.
Messes like these started with single careless acts. An encore presentation from four years ago. Perhaps inspired by me doing yard work all day.
Muted sunlight, filtered
branches and driftwood
contrasted, with water
cress greenness, linked
style, to the sea
Civilization devolved slowly
Parade noises faded
into previous night’s
of promise, like
“Quest For Fire” extras
practiced their lines
Jousted for dominance
cold one, from the
plastic ring–“dead soldier”
empties, tossed in
like skipped river stones
The skies darkened
Blustery winds blew
Warning signs ignored
when the signs
were all there
were they on?
till early morning
when liquor was gone
Yesterday, was Memorial Day–a day for most folks to go to the beach, have a picnic, take the day off; enjoy life in general.
Not so, in my case. I did repairs on my barn’s fascia boards. At my age, I don’t do heights and climbing ladders, as well as I used to.
Help, was solicited from a friend, planned a few weeks ago. He came with help, the job completed promptly and competently.
It’s on me to do caulking and painting–which I can handle. Too tired to do any barbecuing, my spouse and I went for take-out, last evening.
Sleep came easy. One problem gone, on to the next challenge.
If not shared?
…To get you behind the wheel of this new Chromemobile 500 today? No money down, easy on the budget, payment terms. You know you like it.
After car shopping yesterday, my wife and I were completely exhausted. For the record, it was her idea this time. Why was this process like having multiple root canals? One dealership completely ignored us. How did they stay in business?
I’m aware that I have “car-it is.” It was inherited from my father. That was why I stayed away from car dealerships, car shows. The first step was admitting there was a problem. Confession was good for the soul.
It had been five years since my last obsession. There was a slick-looking compact pickup truck my wife fell in love with. She did her best to persuade me. It’s parked in our garage.
Throughout the ages, things were named
Things did what things were intended to do
Sometimes same things had different names
Some people had couches in their living rooms
Others insisted they were davenports
Diehards argued for davinettes
They’d be davinettes, till the day they died
No matter–they were still the same things
Served the same purposes
Some didn’t like current names for things
They preferred different, new “thing” names
New names–for the same old things
Other than being confusing for those familiar
With the old names, things still did the same things
In spite of changes in their nomenclature