it is a day of gratitude.
happy holiday and thanks for all we have.
Joy for all.
we can do better if we stay thankful.
Rain or snow will happen;
either one will please me
If we keep dry.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
it is a day of gratitude.
happy holiday and thanks for all we have.
Joy for all.
we can do better if we stay thankful.
Rain or snow will happen;
either one will please me
If we keep dry.
not having a traditional dinner
so we say, then we'll see.
you know how it goes.
depends on how cold wind blows.
we'll see for the two of us.
knowing my mind's memorys holds keys
Oh, Yes please. i recall. winter snow falls.
for past years, family and friends.
this is the measure of holiday all.
years in our hearts
days go without saying.
holiday's call.
Yesterday weather forecasters predicted up to five inches of snow for areas east of Cleveland. Close though we may be, all night i heard no soft muffling patter of falling snow on the roof.
This morning there was no white stuff covering the ground. I checked the weather on TV and found no mention of snow. Not only did the snow disappear I couldn't even find two of the stations that vehemently made these predictions.
This morning I did hear reports that some streets were salted. Here in our small berg west of Cleveland it is cloudy. Neither wet nor exceptionally cold. Label this a regular November day. However, there is no traffic, no car has passed our house, and I saw only two people out walking. We usually have a few more of both cars and walkers.
now we can dream of winter.
have no fear it will be here.
white fakes will fall and adhere.
stay set to cheer, snow will appear.
the season is a big factor. daily.
not hanging out for a nighttime baseball game.
the covid has us alarmed.
we'll stay home and go out for groceries.
and let winter be on the way.
we haven't had snow here to speak of.
flakes is all. flakes are all.
and we know it will happen.
winter in Oberlin is more than a possibility.
we can bet on it.
we'll see how it turns out.
a couple of people watch and pay heed
at Grafton post office when next a lady comes out
stopped at the road sign, then turned to read.
she wore a construction working-type suit
crosses the parking lot to her SUV
looked like she planned to
leave the vicinity.
behind her on his heavy green bicycle
another civilian carefully rode his bike around
not making a sound
no idea where he's bound
not him nor me.
we'll wait and see what is found.
don't now where the name Little Sure Shot came from. It could have been from a movie in the 1950's. It sounds like Danny Kaye and Bob Hope with Lucile Ball. Hollywood had a stretch when it took little seriously. Anything for a laugh. The name is cute, I stumbled upon it, so here we go.
So Buffalo Bills wildwest show had Sitting bull and he always called her Little sureshot.
riding long and far in a lifetime.
She was real. Entertained in this country
and in Europe.
She was the star of the show for Buffalo Bill.
born in Darke County Ohio
150 miles from our town.
Annie Oakley shot her way with her rifle for fifty years.
what a little cracker.
Two pm. a zoom.
Jeeze-0-pete the line of appointments if i look the other way.
Seems a few to remember.
At least when i was working they'd pay for my time.
I even need more time for ...
How are you?
.....i'm good. And yourself?
been prepared to cease dreaming,
discard that heavy cloak and wake.
took all night thinking about the day condition.
didn't rush into becoming alert.
had it planned: reading, writing, the routine.
this counts for some, no doubt.
the sky is dull, grey is here
hanging above the same, i fear.
Leaves heavy wet in the ground
We can enjoy the colorful company packed in
They have turned to rich and golden
Outside the nearest tree is reddest for all to enjoy.
November has given itself for enjoyment.
Remembers the best of fall
This is the blue to dab
with titanium white
to reach the color of the sky.
my oh my.
now it looks like the leaves were never touched. They pile thick and high. A few more were shook loose and fell.
I haven't seen leaves so thick for a while. Reminds me of my pond. I bet those frogs are well packed-in this morning. I haven't seen them for a while but i can imagine.
not walking out there now
only looking, holy cow.
the out of doors is filled with sunny beauty.
a great November day open in solid sunshine.
light golden rays settle over the morning.
Autumn leaves have finished turning.
What do you think, beautiful, eh?
the reostat quit so we changed it.
all was fine for a few hours.
next day the new one quit.
The house was cold.
so we fixed it all again.
everything unfixed
ran well after we fixed it again.
the animals are not seen.
it's a cold start on the day. there's a wild light blue sky.
i'd expect leaves to fall, but they don't even wiggle.
so i wish more was happening.
one dog walker, that's a low count.
no cars going by; that's down on the number.
no news, not even any; i checked, i read the headlines on-line.
here's how slow i am writing this: another car went by.
it is not a speed zone out there, it is zero happening.
hope you're getting strength by saving up
on this day off.
starting November is enough
to make me forget summer last;
here we are three days have past,
that 's sufficient reason.
fun thinking ice cream thoughts -
a quick way back to the warm glow of a favorite season.
mark down you're going swimming on the calendar's next warm month we come to.
write a note now so you won't forget.
in the quiet i remember summer.
happy thoughts work well
any time you can catch one.
so what! bingo. work it out.
can use the sunshine.
will tomorrow bring a bus ride?
i have to go easy now.
how did all get so twisted?
the date marks us, sparks us.
should declare
enough to shout black cats, costumes
and lucky stars, diamond rings
and golden bars;
hours are ours
with candy bars
music, play
Get you bicycle riders over ...
on the right side.
0.01 percent of all life on earth is
Human.
Tie your shoes.
i'm having lunch but
i'm watching you.
in the yard this morning
a small deer. young, but adult.
blended into the bushes and trees so well
there was nothing to see until it moved.
amazing how the animal becomes part of the background.
don't know how long it has been, but there it is,
another one in the yard. appears then disappears.
not much else happening this morning. all quiet,
melted into the background with no noise and little movement.
cloudy overhead. few cars and people walking;
grey but okay; that's our day.
soon to be walking out of October.
hugs as you go.
had to run to Norwhere
seemed easy and appropriate
the house heater is broken ... a twenty year
token.
need to replace it before winter is severely cold.
i like that place once called home.
empty now and stiff as a bone.
i'm feeling that way myself.
i could use a glass of prize liquor,
pour a dash from the bottle on the top shelf.