Honesty–Too Much To Expect?

In the shaded part of the backyard, I discovered several rotted fence posts after a late-winter storm. To my disappointment, a section of privacy fence leaned askew.

There were a total of six posts, that needed replaced. I replaced one of them yesterday. Chopping roots, extracting stripped and rusted screw heads proved all I could handle.

Then, there was the remainder of the rotted post encased in solid concrete. It was all I could do, applying leverage with a fulcrum, to extract it.

My wife took pity on me. She called several local home repair websites. One contractor came out this morning–his price was reasonable. He, then left to do another job, in a nearby city.

In his defense, he’d made a previous commitment. He promised to return this coming Saturday morning to complete the job. I hope he keeps his promise. Because, I want the job completed, and there have been two more contractors, wanting the job.

On a Soggy Summer Day

A female cardinal
Walked on the edge
Of the planter box
Outside my window
Squirrels, scurried
Back and forth
Across the lawn
Stealing ripe fruit
From my jelly palm
Their nemesis, Maggie
Was no longer around
To keep them at bay
A banana spider
Big as my palm
Attempted to build
A web across the
Doorway of my barn
Days were shorter
Nights longer
On a soggy
Summer day


Special Elections/Frog Stranglers

It’s primary election day. There were a slew of senatorial candidates for both parties.  If there was no majority, a runoff will happen in September.

It didn’t take long to vote, since the polling station wasn’t crowded and the ballot was short.

Ballots for regular elections are so long, I think most people grow weary after voting their choices for federal offices. Paging through various district judges, referendums, state constitutional revisions, local issues, crammed at the tail end of the ballot–most don’t understand the issues and are tired at that point.

The good part, I did my civic duty before an intense rainstorm hit–a real “frog strangler.” Speaking of frogs–my dogs and me were watching little frogs on our flooded patio, swimming for their lives.

Tales From New Oyster Cloister

Incessant yapping

Terrier in a tiny town

Useless questions

Hooks–without answers

Find the panda

What does your name mean?

Words worth a thousand pictures

At least nine times saved by stitches

Every lining had a silver cloud

More bubble wrap in the hands

Of bubble heads everywhere

Didn’t need a jacket

That was going to change

None of this belonged together

Wasn’t that strange?