is now three dollars.
it’s not the cost
it’s the percentage of increase.
this is the new world.
probably an action taken from the old world.
set your gauge.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
is now three dollars.
it’s not the cost
it’s the percentage of increase.
this is the new world.
probably an action taken from the old world.
set your gauge.
bet on it.
i imagine he has had professional assistance.
Gronk didn’t kick well. He missed.
I don’t gamble and should never give advice.
On and off all night.
Not sure of the hour
Regardless, I kept checking.
Twelve, one and two something.
Finally woke to a collapsed winter.
Don’t want to call it that, however
Looking around It seems like.
It’s warmer this morning;
But don’t think spring.
That would be a trick, over the top.
The morning chimes ring. The hours come and go per usual.
Patience will carry one through the night and days.
had four or five books going.
not to confuse myself.
not in a big hurry, some are better than others.
always i’ll say. that’s why there’re favorites.
checking out one book takes time to know, to see the line.
the story line. The construction. How it is written.
non-fiction included.
then I noticed I began reading slower.
had to get out my Kindle as my eyes were going also.
a surprise to me book reading did so well, so long again
before the print became a strain.
I’m happy to plug Kindle in and go again
crusin’ down Reading River.
Getting to the job was the best when I could time it.
I took my boat from its home slip in Sausalito,
cruised across San Francisco.Bay
to a dock in downtown the San Francisco.
There were completely open areas in front of a restaurant.
I asked the man there when I pulled alongside
“Do you know who owns this dock? “
he repplied, “this is my restaurant so i Do.”
I could have searched for a month and never found him.
Instead I pulled up and there he was.
I don’t come over with my boat often
Could I tie up here for an hour or two a couple times a month? All of san Francisco is spread out there. I record commercials in a studio that is in that building over there.
He said “sure” and that was that,
Had I gone the regular way I’d have to dock
about a half mile away at pier 39 and pay commercial docking rates, i don’t want to know how much that would cost.
The man said I could tie up at his restaurant for no cost.
So now and then I came over on my boat from our home dock in Sausalito.
Docked here and walked across the street to The recording i
Ok When possible we timed it so Meri instead of taking a bus
could get a boat ride home after work.
We’ll see how crowded it will be.
The plans are for a medium gage of appointments.
Starting with exercise, light reading
And our new ideas. so, we’ll see what develops.
Long before the corn grows and greens come in.
We’re looking ahead. Can you blame us?
Summer rains will begin.
Oh lovely. Pour on the new year.
We’ll find good cheer.
Taking a small step at a time.
here I am thinking of summer.
It’ll develop; a real hummer.
Ready on a Sunday for the fellowship
and service. A longtime composer
and singer will open a new act
at over 700 us felowships he has performed.
that is a lot of experience,
i am excited to see this old man.
we’ll see if he carts me off spiritually.
i’m ready for it.
take me out there.
The result: he did a good job.
Sunny Curtis could play circles around him.
Meri saw Little after five days.
i figured so. was time.
it's got radiation or electricity or something in it
and it will get you. I know you heard that.
its got something heavy, like a magnetic field
if you get next to it.
I mean, sure, go ahead, you can touch the screen
just don't lean against it for a long time.
that's probably what happened to you know who;
stood too close to the screen all the time.
snow is gone, all of it.
well, there are tiny patches in the woods.
no cars, no walkers.
13 degrees. that’s all.
we said it quickly and easily years ago,
now there is warmth bubbling over.
Anna is Grandma and a good one.
she made my life smoother; i know she did.
i’m still sleeping under the beautiful covers she sewed so long ago.
a smile and kind words, that’s Grandma.
Thanks, Anna. You’re the best.
a bit of rock and a piece of stone
found while walking
near home.
these treasures,
pure pleasures,
set in a line on the table.
i'll cherish the moments
these remain in my home
saw the rabbit a half hour before dawn.
the day is predicted to be stinging cold.
this is one Feb.
to celebrate February we
acknowledged Lincoln’s
and Washington’s birthdays .
We did when I was a kid.
now they’re combing days, making things better.
what happened?
tension from the game.
at halftime went to bed.
recorded the game.
saw it the next day when it wasn’t so tense.
no rain. can use the break.
how are you doing?
going to the fellowship soon.
will have a thought of prayer.
later football playoffs are today.
read, write, think , Sunday.
create a warm spot
in my heart.
winter takes a break today.
while every, i mean everyone
tried to get into a used items sale at
Henry’s Barn, a very large building just out of town.
cars galore coming from everywhere.
we got in the slow moving line.
then cars were turning around.
the sign said no parking at all.
we backed up and drove out.
you can’t always get what you want.
we didn’t need anymore from the sale anyway.
we were just going looking.
snow began to fall in the morning
around nine, so call it a late start,
As but came down all day without stopping.
look at the beauty.
borderline melting five hours later when
i seriously started noticing the still, wet snow.
not a big deal, but sounds like.
a wonder to behold.
this one or that, we’ll see how it goes.
everyone’s working, everyone knows.
as it’s morning, a new day is calling.
no one is stalling. winter shows.
grey and dull white.
nothing shines bright.
weather seems setting up for later
when it could become greater.
bet on snowfall later in the day.
i’ve my boots on.
I’ll watch out.
Any birds in the feeder
I’ll give a shout.
Meri said she saw Little this morning.
Looks like she got married. Has a partner.
unusual snow melt day
what we’re dealing with.
some rain and above freezing.
the lawn is poking through the snow.
doesn’t happen all at once every day.
yesterday it looked like nearly a foot of snow.
now the sky and overall outside has a different patina.
the words i write come in variance from regular.
i am rocking against the shifting breeze.
We had snow again and it’s cold.
You know., for half a year there is no traffic going by.
I read of Lincoln and want to read more.
Read of Lindbergh and now have a
1929 large story of Franklin.
These men made a heavy print when they passed.
So near and so far away.
Just around the corner.
Not all the snow has melted.
Nothing dripping especially.
Not that I can tell.
The mail man hasn’t come by yet.
We’ve a few mail persons.
We never know who’s delivering.
meri knows one by name.
She’s been working in the garden when they come by.
i’ve been out there wondering Who is that cutting through our woods.
Half the snow is gone.that’s the report.
All covered with snow.
Everything is still.
Picking pieces and holding together.
Sure is the other side of the year, globe, pattern of things.
Four geese floating in a half iced over pond.
They can take cold weather just fine.
i can watch a few minutes from
inside the car with the heater on.
not an animal out there. here is the story.
i’ve to sort pages, carefully make notes.
again looking out i see nothing moving.
quietness has a charm of its own, doesn’t it?
do you fill your head with future action?
impossibly easy the day begins
in my working days i showered and took off.
coffee happened when it finally appeared.
at five this morning Meri saw Little
out there during dark of winter.
although predicted to be cold
last night again ran fine.
dreams and sleep comfort surround.
she read a couple inches of snow are on the way.
this year winter has been slow to get here .
this house so tight holds us just right.
morning off to Cleveland.
looks like some rain’ll go along.
we’ll laugh, sing a song.
well that’s over the top, i know.
next i’ll have us dancing.
at least i’ve good intention.
enough to mention
we could be rolling good Melodies.
Play one for me. here goes again.
We’re going to see some classmates over pizza.
the old town and memories will flash by.
those pals who were in sight of the lake year round.
Remembering old steel cars and good times.
songs we know now weren’t even written then.
many favorites are half forgotten.
Clothes and smells were different.
We couldn’t imagine where we were headed.
Dancing at the hop.
We were fast moving kids.
The people and the challenges were different.
Look what happened since then.
Walking in as a train went by
Hugs all around.