4:30 or so on an otherwise peaceful morning
... i laughed once out loud ... loud.
i was sleeping when i woke up to laugh.
what i was dreaming escapes me,
but it sure must have been funny.
i do a night time laugh about twice a year.
not sad to report.
the day could be special.
i just thought of Ethel Swanbeck
our long term representative in the state's House of Representatives
lived in our little town, House member for eleven consecutive terms
from 1955 to 1972.
she was a fine lady.
Her grandson Ray and i were at
the state House one afternoon and
we're introduced before
the assembly. remembering Ethel
made the day special.
the Mid-Twentieth Century,
and our time was special.
she made it so.
Monday the third, yesterday ... that's the easy part.
on that lot no one's forgotten, the workers are back in a giant yellow truck.
they're going to begin digging a crawling space
below a house that is yet to be built.
a mouse can stay there for now.
a house will be built over the hole later.
i've seen the workers do it before;
once they get started there's no stopping them.
They are six hundred meters from my window. I can't tell if any of the three workers are women.
At this distance they are green pants, green shirts and hoodies ... right, green.
They look tough. There are no subtle curves.
and you're right, Monday was yesterday and yesterday's gone.
The first day of the month
Why doesn't the first day always occur on a Tuesday or Wednesday?
The tale of the week seems infeeb led to begin a month on wrap it up day.
Goes to show you how unimportant the way we analyze has effect on the real world.
We can glide into important decisions and have no power at all.
Have a fit. Have a ball.
my powerless wish has the effect of a stall.
stand in the hall.
being built across the street,
has taken a month.
sure is neat.
however it's way white; that's too bright.
and not a window on the east side. nada.
they'll never watch a sun rise.
probably won't be raising chickens.
Mat'll show up, come in a truck.
to continue his work
remodeling our bathroom.
He has pipe and wall cutting to do
so Meri is going to park our
Car out of the way, across the street;
on the street. i just heard the car start.
now she is walking back. comes in,
hands me a mask. Yesterday 16 k cases
cases a day then 20k. where I can't say
too many figures thrown at us
every day. buddy holly, we remember you.
every day. going faster than a roller coaster
you still need a coat
but it is near spring temps.
scratch that. baby, it's cold outside.
what do you know. i'll stay in and
sip my coffee. Old news.
To wake this morning was easy.
we heard pounding drops of rain
On the roof this a.m.
sounded , heavy, persistent.
now a weekend of football on TV.
A couple of degrees over freezing.
well i can talk about it.
Cleveland lost a game.
my sweet daughter called. so did Dona.
now it is still out.
I'm going to walk up the drive.
Eighty feet up then turn around.
Exercise hey. Good for ya.
it shakes down on all of us
in smoke and candles, music, colors, candy;
family and friends. celebrate the best you can.
in your mind and all together.
words we've hurled in good intention
for the rest of us, all the best to us.
let us mention ... around snowflakes and in hymns -
bring joy to the world.
scratching down a few words,
a warm day could be savored.
toast and coffee favored.
arrows for my quiver.
fish come up the river
seagulls flying over ...
shake it off and wait a while.
something will come by, make me smile.
when solitary, quiet night designs cover me;
drifting in ... got to be ... sets me free. one two three.
what about and how to write a poem.
find it. passing birds on the wing.
when i wake
creative thoughts have traveled on.
all is gone.
leaving me to begin not knowing where to head.
how to start;
a blank paper is how to begin
where thoughts are thin in the margin.
with the sun shining on the wall or through a window nearby.
sun in view or on me.1
works every time.
a worker is in the house grinding, pounding
and making as much noise as i can possibly stand.
today i am looking at the clock wondering
how soon will he go home and will he c
lean up the mess he made before he packs up his tools and gets out of here.
i have bee9 n very nice to him all day.
snow isn't seen. Yet.
we could do with some.
i didn't say that we needed snow.
have to finish the year first;
that's not demanding much.
seems how winter usually begins.
with stretches on the calendar, regular.
so now is getting into the season.
it will get here.
the kettle's on the boil now
the sun shot Its last ray
snow is on the way.
Yeah, It's here.
Measure of time.
The days seem fine.
Mark them off
yours and mine.
We're clipping
Along, you know.
And there I stumbled to fill the gap
don my cap ... got here quick, like thunder...
can't call it heavy, didn't weigh it. Just let it blow.
keep out of the way.
southern U.S. caught terrible destruction.
here, up North, we got away.
we could hear, it wailing ... making the rounds.
got my attention.
now yesterday is gone; all is calm again.
let the new day develop.
following order
what should be, across the river,
where geese fly low.
I look over my shoulder left and right ...
what are we working out? when I read what others have written how they found direction in their lives I realize my direction flowed out from under me.
i did my work and went where life's river took me.
could i have been more kind ...
worked harder? i don't think so.
I only had the brain I took along.
Okay? What do you say?
Another point, are there soup balls in the freezer?
no wonder the weather wins attention.
It's winding up, getting ready.
so mention November; how it went fast.
marching past. Yeah, yeah.
adorable remains the memory.
holding on while leaves orange and rust
all be gone.
we watched the month go a day at a time.
now it's on my mind to write
concerning snow and sweet words of love
swirling in peace as we view a last glowing ember.
rolling notion. secure lotion. what's the potion?
a dash of cold now,
the real winter is ahead.
it will take until January to arrive.
there is no rush.
today starts December as unassuming
and as unannounced as possible.
everyone you meet is your mirror.
a reflection. Stand up straight.
Just talking, Doing my best.
How about you?
There is more to go, be reasonable.
We're getting four new tires today;
Doesn't happen often. You need it
when it's time.
no snow this holiday
some taste of cold
without waste of freeze
sliding eaze, breezing speed
no need fear for running deer
the day is plenty clear
no snow to fog the way
it is sharp and brisk this dark morning
wish a good day as November slides away
let us wrap the year
and wishing it goodbye
in smiles and hugs
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.
