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Month: August 2016
Random thoughts: passing time (true story)
Random thoughts: passing time (true story)
I was heading to Starbucks the other day, when I noticed something, that set my mind wandering. What I saw happens all the time now. It was a man in his front yard on his cell phone.
It was a large well kept front yard of green, green grass. Two acres or so and he was sitting in the middle of it, about fifty or sixty feet away from any shade. It was a bright, hot sunny day and he was on his John Deer lawn mower, with a wide brim melanoma hat on his head.
In days past, if you were expecting an important phone call, nothing got done to far away from the land line. It was quite possible nothing got done anyway, or at least not until after that phone rang.
I imagined the man set his phone on vibrate, because there is no way he could hear a phone ring over the noisy grass cutter. Maybe because he was expecting an important phone call.
It was during the week in the middle of the day, so my thoughts drifted that the guy was retired and this was one of his weekly chores. If so he was probably in no hurry to complete the task at hand, because nothing special was scheduled next. So, if he gets a phone call he can stop, turn the mower off and relax in his seat and talk.
It is said we live in the microwave age, we want what we want, now. We can’t finish our chores without being interrupted by another issue, problem or a simple conversation.
Before the nineties, if I was cutting the grass, plowing the field or working on the shed. I didn’t have a phone on my side, in my pocket or a bottle of water handy. I finished my job and went on to the next.
I felt the man was at a stage in his life, where he was not in a hurry to do anything and there is nothing wrong with that. He had all the time in the world.
Your three words, my little story: Liza’s words
Your three words, my little story
Liza’s words: I, love & you
Liza’s fourteen year old daughter, Susie was heart broken. She caught her boyfriend kissing her best friend. Susie thought cupid shot her and her boyfriend and they were in LOVE forever.
Liza knew Susie would have more of these heart aches through the years. However. now she’s crying on her shoulder, the same way she did when her dog died. “Wish I can take your hurt away sweet heart, but it won’t last long.”
“What do you mean it won’t last long? It hurts so much, YOU just don’t know. My life is over.”
Of course Liza knew the very same pain, but she couldn’t convince her fourteen year old of that. She wanted to tell her it won’t happen again, but she knew it would. “This pain will soon pass and you’ll find someone who will treat you better.”
“But mommy it hurts, so much. I lost my boyfriend and my best friend.”
“I know baby, but sometimes you have to kiss some frogs, before you find your prince.”
How ya like my hat? Hooters hat
How ya like my hat? Hooters hat
After reading the sign in front of Hooters, upset wasn’t a strong enough word. It read, “We are temporarily out of wings.” The only reason we went there was, because of their World Famous Wings. You’re probably thinking, yeah right, you go there for the scantily women not the wings.
My girl fought me six ways to Sunday. She mentioned, “You only want to go for the short shorts and the bountiful cleavage.” Well, she’s was right. However, it was a lot of work convincing her otherwise.
“I really have a taste for spicy wings and they have the best in town.” I was faced with a dilemma, I couldn’t rectify. How could we still walk in and eat something else. My only recourse, was to turn to her and say, “Let’s go to Jack’s.”
She said with a devious grin, “They also have good burgers. Let’s go in.” I feel this a trick!
Just messin, paid a dollar for it at a yard sale.
Reminiscin’ with Jenny: Buzzards and Polecats
Buzzards and Polecats
I was driving down the road just at dusk, when out of the corn field marched mama polecat (skunk). She was followed by her six little ones. Swerving to miss them, my left front tire caught mama by the tail and before I knew it I had run over the mama and three of her babies. The other three managed to make it to safety and quickly scampered down the bank.
I stopped the car and as I looked in the rearview mirror, there was a terrible sight in the middle of the road! Black and white fur was everywhere! I kept waiting for the smell but there was none. Oh well, I thought, I just helped out the polecat population explosion by eliminating four of them.
A couple days later I was driving down the same country road on my way to church, when I saw a buzzard perched on a fence post, then I saw another and another. I thought, maybe it was time for the local buzzard convention.
My sense of smell kicked in and the stench was unbearable. It permeated every inch of the car. I remembered about the polecats, that met their demise as a result of my erratic driving. I rounded the corner six more buzzards sat in the middle of the road feasting upon a plateful of dead polecat.
Each one of them had a white streak that covered half their face and down their breasts. They looked a little strange and out of place, I wondered how could they eat something that smelled so bad. The closer I got the worse the smell got and it was, then I discovered the buzzards were wearing their dinner napkins, ‘cowboy style’ and that’s how they were able to avoid the smell.
Moral of the story: where there is a will there is a way!!! and that ‘s it for today.
The Houseboat Poet 