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It is beginning to warm up a bit here in Michigan but you can’t beat the Florida weather we had when we visited you. I have some pictures I took that I would like to place here but will need to ask Noki how. I wish I had taken more however it is photographed in memories.
To be so close to nature like you are is such a gift. The music all around you from boats, and planes, and such is like a symphony like you said. Paul had such a great time meeting you and learning all about the boat.
I learned a great deal listening.The blue color of the boat top mixes right in with the surrounding in its beauty. Pictures do not do it justice. Imagine the colors you see in the pictures here and multiply the colors by a million and you might be close.
Will see about getting the pictures posted.
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Ms kitty I wanted you to know that i did ask to come along to meet you. To say I was mad is an understatement. I heard my owner brag that she got to pet you. The fur around my collar stood up when I heard that happened. Not that I could do that myself…I do have paws. But it was the thought that made me boil with anger.
I do love to swim so boating life would be a dream come true. So I am jealous. Heard you have friends next door.
I do ok with my cousin cats down the street. The cousin dogs, especially Minion who rooms with the two cousin cats loves to visit. We are in love. Even though he is a tiny chiquaqua we do rub noses and sometimes kiss.
Again I barked at them to take me along so the fault is theirs not mine. Heard you have a great pad. Enjoy
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I try to be positive. One thing that unnerved me was saying to myself I am grateful for and finding out often what I was grateful for would happen: surprise, surprise. There must be a lesson there somewhere? It is sort of what BD is saying that we learn to live with the next hurdle. Like an athlete training we have the skills to cope and move on.
Can losing bring gain? Most people would say no to that thought. Dealing with loss is part of the lessons life brings with it. If happiness is your goal in life you will find it fleeting at best. Finding a purpose, be it helping others or sharing your creative mind or like my brother sharing his love of music, then you have found triumph. If it is only for a particularly bad day your purpose may just be just to make it through. For me it can be going down the 7 stairs and letting my dog Sadie outside. Or for me it can be the same purpose as Sadie as I shuffle to the human receptical so to speak.
My grand kids elementary school in the youngest grades had a way to describe joy by saying that filled my bucket. They would envision a bucket inside their chest that could be filled by doing good things. Yesterday my bucket became overfilled being able to meet BD in person and FaceTime a loverly loverly, loverly visit with YaYa. I have always thought wouldn’t it be loverly to meet a chat friend in person. It was better than all the chocolate that you can eat like the song goes. However did not notice any green crayons hidden around. BD is one cool dude. Handsome even in his older age with the perfect gray white beard and a baritone voice like a string bass played by blue heron. Deep
as the nature that surrounds him. Like his commented that if you allow yourself to be quiet, really quiet you can listen to the symphony around you. Some reverberations can be a wood wind’s cacophony lightly trilling only to be interrupted by a bass drum followed by a cymbal. Then the tuba jumps in and it is as a riot of flowers in early spring. Some soft pinks, some red barn red yet they make natures purist form.
So I guess my new purpose is to fill that empty bucket with contemplation and be atune to the music
the birds in the birdhouse outside my window make as they wake. Enjoy the touch of sadie’s brown fur by petting her before she goes outside. Revel in the sounds from the elementary school children as their fun floats on the breeze. Stand a bit longer to view the sunrise through the pine trees behind my house.
Surround yourself with the things the world gives for free. The only cost is finding them for yourself. Use your imagination to create the world of smooth skies, finding the moon among the clouds, discover a color. a fragrance, a sound, the texture of tree bark. BD landed in heaven on earth. What an inspiration. So many of us lose that chance to just be. He teaches us what we need to hear in his kind, gentlemanly words.
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Ruthie
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Ms. Kitty I am so glad to hear you are keeping BD in line. You well know you are lucky he has a great sense of humor. He does try to make life fun.
Imagine what life would be if you lived up north. They are expecting 18″ of snow. Now you get to live where the snow doesn’t fly and balmy breezes fluff the fur on your face.
Sadie says hello. She keeps me busy and loves to wake me at night to let her outside. I think she must meet someone around 4 am because that is when she yips at me to open the door to the backyard.
Looking forward to more of your adventure.
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Just Like Carnak
My dad always seemed to know what he was getting for Christmas. Later he confessed he would find receipts in the garbage when he took it out or guess the amount listed coupled with the store’s name in the checkbook registry. Every Christmas it was the same thing. He would shake the box somewhat like Johnny Carson would do with the envelope when he played the Carnak character. This was where Johnny would put said envelope (that had an answer to his question made up question inside) to his forehead, say what he thought was the question to the answer written inside. Then he would rip it open, then read the answer to uproarious laughter(see below). In the same way, Dad would play it up as he shook the box telling us where it was bought and about how much it might have cost followed by his opening the box announcing at the same time what was inside. Much to every ones disappointment he was always right.
My mom didn’t drive so every trip Dad would sit in the car waiting for her to come out or come back later to pick her up. This time if my memory serves me right Mom got together with her neighbor friend to surprise him that year. I can almost see them put their heads together as they figured out the plan of action. This was the year my mom got either a nice raise or a bonus from the hospital where she worked as a nurse. So she had enough money to buy Dad something extra nice. This was the late sixties when this shiny greenish suit coat was all the rage. She probably used the measurements from his Sunday go to church suit coat to get the size right along with sleeve length. My guess is she left the suit coat at the neighbor’s house until the last minute so she could sneak it inside without him seeing it.
My mom had a planted box wrapped under the tree so he could do his usual shaking. He continued with his now familiar routine of saying where he thought she bought it and how much finishing it up with his surefire guess. It was a pair of shoes like he had wanted. “Shoes,” he said with glee as mom slipped down the hall to get out the real true gift from its hiding place.
So now that all the presents were unwrapped and Dad was wondering what was up because everyone was sitting there with Cheshire cat smiles waiting for mom to trick the trickster. Mom winked and went on about how each year he always figured it out but this year she was sure he wouldn’t because there was something else. She asked him to guess what else she might have gotten him. Dad guessed a few things and had us all laughing because he did have some good hunches. Mom went down the hall to where she had hung the gift out of sight and brought out the very modern colored off green suit coat for Dad. His eyes lit up with joy at the pleasure of it. Mom’s eyes teared up as she enjoyed the joy of being able to buy it for him. “Honey,” he said. “You got me this year. I was sure that amount in the checkbook was for that dress you were getting for my sister.”Well that was the best year ever. The year of the green very in style suit coat surprise for Dad. The joy it brought. The pleasure it gave our family to see his glow at Christmas services wearing proudly his coat of many guesses.
Redone Christmas 2014
The Carnak jokes often involved puns or wordplay; the answer “The La Brea Tar Pits” was the answer to the question “What do you have left after eating the La Brea Tar Peaches?Do you have a story to share?
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Mrs. Mollycoddle
Inside the aisles of 1960’s Honey Girl, amongst the assorted sundries moves Mrs. Mollycoddle the boss. Strict as sandpaper on wood she smooths out the daily wrinkles of the clothes store. Bowing to the cultured clientele she moves them to the expensive side away from Aileen fashions. Gertrude, her given name, would slide the “better” dresses into the curtained dressing rooms. She’d push pantsuits of fresh shades, wool blazers, silk blouses and dresses in sunlight yellow, evergreen, cardinal red. Her hair piled atop her head made you wonder if it was a pristine squirrel’s nest. Her lips were pursed crimson with eyes peeked blue and cheeks of over-shadowed rose. She would gab away with her patrons then shred them behind their backs.
She smiled with ice cube teeth as she checked out the shopper. “The spring gowns will be in Thursday,” Gertrude advertised as she folded snow-white tissue around the garment placing it inside the pink cardboard box emblazoned with the brand.
She rang up the total cost to both. Her shoulders straight like her mother demanded she’d been all that and more. With fake pride and snobbery she pretended she owned the place. Mrs. Mollycoddle, Gertrude, regularly chafed away her days craving it were actual.
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May Lilacs: Nature vs. Nurture
The tapered petals cluster along the stem
wakens in me my childhood’s germination.
Lazy the scent lays its fragrance on the air,
not in a rush, it takes the season to explain
what only it can tell the velvet breeze.Just as May enters the spring in gusts,
skies can turn to dark ominous twists.
Swirl violet blossoms into tornado guise,
clocks its force of fearless blatant fate.
Then comfort as silence graces tomorrow.The lilac tree’s pleasant sweet smell
beneath my bedroom windowsill.
Erupts in me tender unlocked thoughts
of springtime being near memory street,
when lilac blossoms measured time.This was written for me to share with my poetry tribe. May have more revisions in the future as a poem is never truly done it needs to brew like tea for a bit and even then the tea leaves leave clues on what you might want to change.
Hope you enjoy it. I have several more I would like to add as the weeks go by.Remember it doesn’t have to be a poem. Poems are my hobby.
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