Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Old poems 1966-70
A rainy day
A rainy day.
A quiet sea.
A woman and a man,
Walk and meet,
Talk and sleep.
And then go away.
All on a rainy day
By the sea
Counting tears
The moon, beautiful moon
Time of the great red cycle
(when it is full).
Sigh when the wind blows cold.
Cry when the wind blows hot.
When it freezes, such a beautiful death.
But is it worth it to cry?
Tears freeze in the cold.
You can save them
And count them over and over again.
For what?
People have spent a lifetime counting them.
Istanbul
There is a girl
Very pretty and quite sincere.
Every week
We ride together
Her and I
Side by Side
When she sees me
She waves and smiles
And I do the same
On the last ride
She cried
As she and I left the boat
Each into our own worlds
Both speaking a different language
Monday, November 4, 2013
Leaves and Garlic
Monday is sometimes considered the first day of the week. This is especially true for those of us that have lived a life as a blue collar worker. It sort of sets the mood for the rest of the week, allowing us to set our schedule of planned accomplishments.
Today my day started fairly nice. It started with the usual routine, checked the plumbing, started the laptop, fed all the animals, turned on the tv, filled and started the espresso machine and posted today's Morning Meditation ("The honor of the people lies in the moccasin tracks of the woman"). By this time my wife was stirring, inducing me to switch the television channel to the news and to sit so my wife and I could drink our morning espresso together. This is our fairly typical morning routine.
I figured this was a good day to finally cover our garlic with leaves to protect them for the winter. I get up and put on socks and a vest to go outside to work. When I was younger, it was not cool to wear socks with sandals. It still isn't cool but I pretty much wear sandals year round and suffer the socks in the winter when it is cold, unless there is snow. When there is snow, I do wear boots. Anyway, back to the leaves and garlic.
I get the truck, garden rake and snow shovel (great for picking up leaves) out to the front yard at the end of the driveway and start picking up the leaves and putting them in the bed of the truck. Probably because I am wearing a sweatshirt underneath the vest, I quickly build up a sweat. When this happens my eyeglasses slide all over the face and I usually end up taking them off and hooking them with an earpiece over my shirt collar. A little later on I have the bed about three quarter full of leaves and nature calls. It looks like I have enough leaves so for the job so I get into the truck and drive to the house, about two hundred feet. I pass my chair on the way to the little room and pick up my kindle in passing to do some reading at the same time. As I sit down and begin reading, I can't. Everything is blurry! It was then that I discovered my glasses were missing!
I walked back out to the end of the driveway and canvased the area carefully for about twenty minutes with no luck. Okay, maybe it is in the bed of the truck with the leaves. I go back to the truck and drive it to the garden and garlic bed, another 300 feet. I empty the leaves by hand making sure that the eyeglasses are not included. They were not. Then while retracing my steps and triple checking every place that I had meandered through that morning, I find myself in the garage and have a brilliant idea. I pick up my prescription safety eyeglasses, wipe off the old sawdust and go back out to the end of the driveway for a another look. It was amazing! Apparently it helps to wear eyeglasses when searching for eyeglasses! I hope the rest of the week goes as well.
Today my day started fairly nice. It started with the usual routine, checked the plumbing, started the laptop, fed all the animals, turned on the tv, filled and started the espresso machine and posted today's Morning Meditation ("The honor of the people lies in the moccasin tracks of the woman"). By this time my wife was stirring, inducing me to switch the television channel to the news and to sit so my wife and I could drink our morning espresso together. This is our fairly typical morning routine.
I figured this was a good day to finally cover our garlic with leaves to protect them for the winter. I get up and put on socks and a vest to go outside to work. When I was younger, it was not cool to wear socks with sandals. It still isn't cool but I pretty much wear sandals year round and suffer the socks in the winter when it is cold, unless there is snow. When there is snow, I do wear boots. Anyway, back to the leaves and garlic.
I get the truck, garden rake and snow shovel (great for picking up leaves) out to the front yard at the end of the driveway and start picking up the leaves and putting them in the bed of the truck. Probably because I am wearing a sweatshirt underneath the vest, I quickly build up a sweat. When this happens my eyeglasses slide all over the face and I usually end up taking them off and hooking them with an earpiece over my shirt collar. A little later on I have the bed about three quarter full of leaves and nature calls. It looks like I have enough leaves so for the job so I get into the truck and drive to the house, about two hundred feet. I pass my chair on the way to the little room and pick up my kindle in passing to do some reading at the same time. As I sit down and begin reading, I can't. Everything is blurry! It was then that I discovered my glasses were missing!
I walked back out to the end of the driveway and canvased the area carefully for about twenty minutes with no luck. Okay, maybe it is in the bed of the truck with the leaves. I go back to the truck and drive it to the garden and garlic bed, another 300 feet. I empty the leaves by hand making sure that the eyeglasses are not included. They were not. Then while retracing my steps and triple checking every place that I had meandered through that morning, I find myself in the garage and have a brilliant idea. I pick up my prescription safety eyeglasses, wipe off the old sawdust and go back out to the end of the driveway for a another look. It was amazing! Apparently it helps to wear eyeglasses when searching for eyeglasses! I hope the rest of the week goes as well.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Oma's Birthdays
Today is a new day that might start a little earlier thanks to adding a new hour in the morning. This might get us going in time to see a partial solar eclipse in the morning and also gives us a strong possibility of making it to church on time for Sunday services. We have not been as diligent as we should have been regarding services.
Jacqui is my wife and is called Oma. Her birthday is on Halloween. She was born on top of Woodford Mountain here in Vermont. Born on Halloween, born on top of an old New England mountain, and her 9th Great Aunt was one of the witches hung at the Salem witch trials. A heavy heritage to grow up with and as a result she suffered and looked forward to being an adult so she did not have to have a Halloween themed birthday cake. Then, she had children of her own and once again had to suffer through the surprise Halloween themed birthday cakes, that is, until her children were of an appropriate age. But then.....she had Grandchildren!
In the afternoon, we are having a surprise birthday dinner for my wife that she is planning for herself. It is planned to have a gluten free chocolate birthday cake (for the Grand kids), and a meatloaf dinner with mashed potatoes and fresh carrots from the garden.
My four year old grandson helped me plant the carrots in the spring and he just helped me harvest them. After we cleaned, trimmed, and sliced them like golden coins about a quarter of an inch thick, we had five pounds ready for freezing. To the chagrin of his vegetarian aunt he has never knowingly eaten a vegetable other than potatoes, probably just french fries, in his life. Today he did! Well sort of. He took a raw golden coin and bit off a little bit and said that it tasted really good! He then proceeded to take the small morsel out of his mouth and put it on the table. He did this about eight or nine times consuming the whole coin but still saying that it tasted good. Maybe today after the carrots are cooked he might even chew one!
Jacqui is my wife and is called Oma. Her birthday is on Halloween. She was born on top of Woodford Mountain here in Vermont. Born on Halloween, born on top of an old New England mountain, and her 9th Great Aunt was one of the witches hung at the Salem witch trials. A heavy heritage to grow up with and as a result she suffered and looked forward to being an adult so she did not have to have a Halloween themed birthday cake. Then, she had children of her own and once again had to suffer through the surprise Halloween themed birthday cakes, that is, until her children were of an appropriate age. But then.....she had Grandchildren!
In the afternoon, we are having a surprise birthday dinner for my wife that she is planning for herself. It is planned to have a gluten free chocolate birthday cake (for the Grand kids), and a meatloaf dinner with mashed potatoes and fresh carrots from the garden.
My four year old grandson helped me plant the carrots in the spring and he just helped me harvest them. After we cleaned, trimmed, and sliced them like golden coins about a quarter of an inch thick, we had five pounds ready for freezing. To the chagrin of his vegetarian aunt he has never knowingly eaten a vegetable other than potatoes, probably just french fries, in his life. Today he did! Well sort of. He took a raw golden coin and bit off a little bit and said that it tasted really good! He then proceeded to take the small morsel out of his mouth and put it on the table. He did this about eight or nine times consuming the whole coin but still saying that it tasted good. Maybe today after the carrots are cooked he might even chew one!
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Waking up
I am sitting here waiting for the family to wake up and greet the day. I have already fed the dogs and cats, posted today's mediation, started the fire, and moved some laundry along. Once the grand kids get up we can have our cereal and honey and start the day.
Right now the dogs are whining outside the three doors - Oma's, Aunt Eddy's, and the grand kids, - running between, whining and scratching on all the doors, hoping to wake up any of them so they can play, or at least join them in their bed cuddling and sometime almost licking them to death.
As far as I know there is not much planned for this weekend. The granddaughter is here to earn some time on her cell phone by working with her Aunt Eddy and the grandson is her to play. I think that I might play too and then freeze some carrots this weekend.
Right now the dogs are whining outside the three doors - Oma's, Aunt Eddy's, and the grand kids, - running between, whining and scratching on all the doors, hoping to wake up any of them so they can play, or at least join them in their bed cuddling and sometime almost licking them to death.
As far as I know there is not much planned for this weekend. The granddaughter is here to earn some time on her cell phone by working with her Aunt Eddy and the grandson is her to play. I think that I might play too and then freeze some carrots this weekend.
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