Here we have my most common view along the highway, this near B aker, O re
The is the Gran de Ron de River. Just a few curves
Ahhhh, the "Blues
Old P endleton. One wild ole cowboy town at one time
The S nake River
Moun t Emily
Saturday, August 8, 2009
A few views from my office window
Thought maybe you'd like to take a ride with me, see some of the sites on my daily excursions. Enjoy the view from my rolling office of Wheels of ten and 8
Here we have my most common view along the highway, this near B aker, O re
The is the Gran de Ron de River. Just a few curves
Ahhhh, the "Blues
Old P endleton. One wild ole cowboy town at one time
The S nake River
Moun t Emily
Here we have my most common view along the highway, this near B aker, O reThe is the Gran de Ron de River. Just a few curves
Ahhhh, the "Blues
Old P endleton. One wild ole cowboy town at one time
The S nake River
Moun t Emily
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Footnotes
I was pondering the meaning of life today. Well, Ok, maybe not that deep. Let's just say I waded in the water. Found it a bit chilly then got right out.
We come in contact with so many folks during our time on this planet. Hundreds, thousands or probably tens of thousands of individuals come before us. At school, work, the bank, the store, here on the net, at a wedding or party. Yet in the end, except for a very, very few, it seems to me that we are but footnotes in their minds. That person who smiled at us. A guy who might have shared an intimate thought or a woman who cried at a wedding.
We file away these footnotes, to be lost in the dusty storage cabinets of our memories. Something might flash before us and that storage bit is quickly activated. It creates a feeling or emotion, a physical response. Sometimes like a flood light. Another like a flash bulb or a wisp of candle light.
Our mind is filled with footnotes.
So, let me fill in the footnotes here.
Son turned 21 last week.
Eldest graduates nursing school next year
Miny Me is a junior in High School and still very much his dad.
And as for me? Well Me is at peace. Me still struggles with what the future holds. Me has put assunder past indiscretions and is thankful to have finally lit the funeral fire to them. Me thinks that I've learned much from my mistakes, has found a path that is true and is back to center. Me worries about others and how I walked their path before. Me knows what the road holds. Me knows there is nothing Me can do to help them. They must learn on their own, alone. After all, like Me, they are fools.
Me thinks... No one can save a fool.
We come in contact with so many folks during our time on this planet. Hundreds, thousands or probably tens of thousands of individuals come before us. At school, work, the bank, the store, here on the net, at a wedding or party. Yet in the end, except for a very, very few, it seems to me that we are but footnotes in their minds. That person who smiled at us. A guy who might have shared an intimate thought or a woman who cried at a wedding.
We file away these footnotes, to be lost in the dusty storage cabinets of our memories. Something might flash before us and that storage bit is quickly activated. It creates a feeling or emotion, a physical response. Sometimes like a flood light. Another like a flash bulb or a wisp of candle light.
Our mind is filled with footnotes.
So, let me fill in the footnotes here.
Son turned 21 last week.
Eldest graduates nursing school next year
Miny Me is a junior in High School and still very much his dad.
And as for me? Well Me is at peace. Me still struggles with what the future holds. Me has put assunder past indiscretions and is thankful to have finally lit the funeral fire to them. Me thinks that I've learned much from my mistakes, has found a path that is true and is back to center. Me worries about others and how I walked their path before. Me knows what the road holds. Me knows there is nothing Me can do to help them. They must learn on their own, alone. After all, like Me, they are fools.
Me thinks... No one can save a fool.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Forbidden Fruit.
Dang it is HOT! It's suppose to be 110 this weekend. Geez Louise!
Reminds me of when I spent a summer working in Arizona. It was record heat of 120. To entertain ourselves we had a cooking contest. Our oven, the car! One person put hot dogs on the antenna, another cooked a pot roast while someone else baked a cake. They all cooked too.
I've had these cravings lately. I've been wanting fruits and green vegetables. I know why. I haven't had any for a few days so this weekend I'm going to the local fruit stand and stocking up on the local faire. Cherries, Watermelon, Rasberries, Huckleberries and just about anything else they may have. Ok Eve, fork over some of that forbidden fruit!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
A return to rhyme
It's been awhile hasn't it... Let's share some prose today
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
106 degrees
106 degrees
106 degrees!
Ok, I think it's time for some air conditioning. Talk about over heating.
Heat by the degree
just isn't fair
how can a guy
maintain his curly hair.
Droopy, not fluuffy
this is no way to live
Bring on some clouds
and a bit of rain to give.
106 degrees!
Ok, I think it's time for some air conditioning. Talk about over heating.
Heat by the degree
just isn't fair
how can a guy
maintain his curly hair.
Droopy, not fluuffy
this is no way to live
Bring on some clouds
and a bit of rain to give.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
hotty
Well, the sun is down and I am up. Just another day in paradise.
106 degrees outside today.
I think it's gonna be hot... unseasonably hot
Good thing I'm driving at night.
Watch out Bambi... Here I come.
106 degrees outside today.
I think it's gonna be hot... unseasonably hot
Good thing I'm driving at night.
Watch out Bambi... Here I come.
Roads
Roads are like life
a hundred miles long
ribbons of concrete
turns right and wrong
There are potholes of despair
steep grades of doubt and fear
failing vehicles that transport
cherished dreams we hold dear
No road is alwas straight
No road is er too tight
No road will be so smooth
a journey of ease and delight
We wreck upon gully
destroying what we seak
climb to summits top
only to tumble from the peak
What makes us is the salvage
how we pick up and alter
displaying to the world
we shall never, never, falter
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