Calling out June the new moon
arrives soon they say.
A new tune is going to play.
A good day right away.
I prey thee play.
Come what May.
We did that one already,
Hold on steady.
We’ve got Summer,
A first rate hummer.
We’ll see it through
with hugs to you.
Get in line, will you?
Four point six billion cups of coffee are drunk worldwide everyday,
How large are those cups?
how quickly are they put down?
How many cigarettes are smoked at the same time?
A video about Costa Rica had the coffee info.
It also had sloths climbing trees.
My friend Bill lives in Cost Rica.
He must be guilty of drinking coffee or climbing trees.
The weather and the coffee are good where he is.
All I can do is make a note
On June second the day i wrote.
Today will be in the upper eighties.
For my friends in Centidrade, that warm.
Note complete , Now I’ll have another coffee.
Hi to Bill and to the rest of you.
i have to guess the best time to go.
The stain on the drive was left by the worker’s truck.
We keep this place looking good.
Now she says the spot is a water stain.
I’m working quietly here, causing no damage.
When walking in the rain I’m dressed for it.
Later I’ll say “why didn’t I tell this or that.”
At least we usually have good weather.
running to the water’s edge
where bushes form a hedge.
cast away your hook
into the shimmering, babbling brook.
A tough day, remembering wars.
Celebrating those who perished.
Come on, humans, get along.
How could we have come up with wars?
If you need contests
Why not battle over cooking the best food
and playing the best music.
Take naps when you’re tired and look at the stars at night.
And sports and card games and bowling.
And walking and swimming contests.
Chess and baseball. Reading books.
Story telling and poetry. Easy does it.
It occurred what to note.
While dreaming under starlight.
The melody of an old tune I heard on the radio had a name.
I should have written it out.
So simple I though I would have remembered.
Another day, another hour.
It went up in a swirl of dream.
Was it one dream or many? I don’t remember.
Nevertheless I woke up empty minded.
The simple song had slipped by me.
You know I’ve done this before.
I think, but don’t remember.
Holiday weekend. Summer day
First, neighbor gee-gee walks by walking better.
Then a lawn care truck; always popular somewhere nearby.
No one else walking, only he-gee and a tall robin.
It’s still; more so since they tore down the mill.
I miss the train at the other place.
Where you’d hear the lonesome whistle blow.
Here at least robin has followed us over.
Now we make do without the lake.
It’s all give and rake.
I meant hive and take but with all these trees
There has to be a rake in it.
Kind principles lead well.
Keeping tuned and basic.
Skys blue are heavenly.
You lead, I’ll follow.
on the path through the woods
we will find our way.
Unleashing all we should
making this our day.
An hour drive distant.
Was only thirty minutes from Norwhere.
In Shelby we had breakfast.
Today the place was packed and noisy.
A whole lot of talking going on.
I asked Ali if rhe ceiling had been changed.
She said it was the same for eighty years.
I didn’t remember the place that noisy.
but didn’t tell her that.
M. Thought the portions were small
And the quality down.
I liked it all
Including shredded, fried potatoes.
together this morning preparing to leave.
Toby said bye on his way to the plant.
this has been a good chance to be here
a few days to get reacquainted .
it rained last night while I dreamed,
some time before this morning.
now the ground is wet yet quickly drying.
the sky is totally cloudy.
we spent good hours in California.
talked, ate, and watched baseball on TV.
got reacquainted with some Cleveland players.
weather here is so fine.
drove to the seaside.
refreshing to see the sea again.
boy it is packed.
still good to see.
We’ve had a swell time.
A fine margin of enjoyment.
If we asked around there’s be a large
consensus of practical agreement.
Good time went around.
we shared it.
Four and a half hours out from Temecula.
72 miles from the Mexican border.
Sunny and warm. Far off we could
see Snow on the mountains.
We got to Toby’s plant and he showed us around.
The operation is near completion.
Quite a well-made beautiful place.
He created an impressive plant.
All the California wonderful on a Saturday
That you need, see how it is.
Okay weekend for all.
Spin out a tail got goodness.
Had Mexican food last eve.
Four of six ordered number seven:
Chilirelleno and cheese enchilada
And a good time was had by all.
I’d take another whack to do better.
Good sun, good people,
Good days in C A.
Thanks to all.
Going to California
First stop is Texas.
Been here maybe five hours.
Sounds about right.
Some passengers left. Many remain.
No plane that functions. our first one
has a water problem
Not specified.
Arrived ca late and tired
Also early arrival and tired
Rock slept in comfort.
Am floating full of hereness.
How to sleep with practice.
When it is time wake and shower.
Night is wrapped, so are we and you where you are.
Gather for what’s to do.
Cleaned and packed, not for Rome.
This is California for which we’re bound.
Not driving the world,
Two flights in a day. A quick way.
I’ll read across, and recall friends.
They are my life and reasons for the west.
Over thirty years we had beginnings and ends.
No doubt about it, some moments were best.
What a big deal
my friend bill is in Costa Rica
he retired and lives there
we’re in touch.
he has invited me to visit.
he said he’d help coming and going.
what a beautiful jungle-laden place.
i’d be happy to look at it again.
good people, good food, good water.
a colorful dream.
sleep amid the calls of jungle creatures.
how afraid am i to leave the world i know?
give me a good load of stars at night.
a slender silver charm
dream into the edge of morning.
hello day. we love you.
haunt me with your Carolina moon.
there will be well into seventies temperatures.
bushes are loaded, well hanging in damp.
no birds, no squirrels, a black cat has been chased away.
eight a.m. sounds lonely and pure.
if I I had my old diesel boat Snort
i’d run it now to hear it chug. Thug, clung.
soft and regular. s slow nod. like buttermilk.
my ferry on the bay.
i’ll write a few lines,
read some of today’s book.
note some things we did.
look ahead toward our next adventure.
A whisper tells all there is.
I heard her first thing talking to them.
I casually asked is anyone is out there.
I should have known by her talking to them in a voice of glee
Back again, two of them. They live here.
We’re not surprised we’re happy.
those monkey rabbits keep us busy.
I is like reading the 1919 book of Benjamin Franklin.
Keeps me busy. Also, must consider:
How to we protect those dears?
These critters to whom we grow attached.
Rain is mentioned without materializing.
Eyes to the sky.
At least we know why.
Powdery white blue sky.
Sun shines in the sound of quiet.
Will be the warmest day we’ve had.
Eighty degrees and I’m glad.
Little, our favorite rabbit, is back one day after misery.
Boyfriend bunny came by also.
The old ranch is riding a return to normal.
Ain’t she sweet, just a-walking down the street.
Have to balance out the days,
Keep them lined up until we’re through.
Must be many ways
To erase the blues
wore my jacket and barret
To fight the cool, although they say
It will turn to a summer day.
If it can make it I’ll hurray.
talked to neighbors Ge Gee and Rod this a.m.
walking to town is where they’re bound.
going for another injection.
yipe - at four we’re lining up for another round.
Music Milton auger, Jack yellen, lyrics - ain’t she sweet
Must have been the black cat.
All the babies were killed.
There is no rabbit here this morning.
The long bunny story has ended.
Our friends, our familiarity is torn out.
Meridith removed the bodies that were spread around.
It was brutal. What a sad ending for the mother bunny.
and for us. We join in the heartache.
How is our bunny grieving?
So unfair for the rabbits.
We will miss them all.
We do miss them all.
What we didn’t want to see in our yard.
Don’t know the drama must have occurred.
Last thing we wanted to see a few days before we leave.
No bunnies visible this morning.
The adult black cat was sitting by our tree. Waiting.
The rabbit den is undisturbed.
Meri chased the enemy away.
Now we wait to see who returns.
7:40 a bunny is seen in the back yard.
We have another week for the birth of new bunnies.
We’ll be in California. How will all turn out?
all seems acceptable at this time.
plants, trees and bushes are loading .
see unfolding green packed on the stems.
people walking dogs seem minimal.
railing daily heavy green thickness looms.
no one mows now because it’s wet all the time.
this cuts way down on noise in the neighborhood.
the rabbit eats dandelion stems, one after another.
filling before nursing her new borns.
First morning activity is to see two bunnies
in the yard. one is large, the other Little.
Good Sunday in May. Here’s setting out day.
have a coffee and plan the haps.
A book to continue on Kindle.
How to pace the finale for the flight to California.
When Sunday glows good day
We two are on our way to the Fellowship.
I am curious to see where heads are.
Now watching bunnies do their second greatest activity.
They can be in the middle of the yard and remain still.
Number one activity is to run quickly.
Charles the third crowned today.
Seventy years ago I saw his mother’s coronation.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
Keep your eye on the ball.
Stopping for breakfast at sunrise.
Eating at bed one and two.
Friends together, on the road.
Fully grown bunnies.
They cannot see us; they’re occupied.
Munching and hopping.
We don’t see them everyday
So when we do we enjoy the sight of them.
A turkey buzzard made a low, slow pass overhead.
The rabbits ducked into hiding.
The morning is quiet and calm.
The rabbits want to keep it that way.
Can see the ease the day begins as starlight surrenders.
My clothes together, clocks tic strong.
Put off a trip to Planktown.
We’ve California on our mind.
A week to visit my daughter and granddaughter.
And Toby of course. Ain’t got no horse.
I may glimpse the ocean when we’re flying in.
And pizza and burritos are I expect to reacquaint myself again.
We’ve more than a week but we’re getting ready.
We’re preparing, our thoughts are steady.
Been on our minds before it starts.
The West coast, ah. It’s in our hearts.
The love parade
Course i‘m drawing boats on the bay
a hundred of us in Golden Gate Park
The Sierra Nevadas,
deep shining stars,
you know, CA, we never did part.
this can’t be denied.
glistening globes
hang as drops on the branches.
splatter thickly on the front window.
one squirrel searches in the front yard
Impervious to the rain.
no walkers or passing vehicles this morning.
the only sound are drops hitting the gutters.
reading Michael Crichton’s Timeline.
planning clothes and whatnot for California.
summer is on the cusp;
how can you tell?
figuring what I’ll wear for two weeks
in California. home and now-state of my daughter.
and her husband and their daughter;
my friends Eddie, Lonesome Al and the rest of them.
of us, because we were thick together.
the years, the sunshine. a pat on the back.
i’ll keep it simple. Warm dry air
and Mexican food.
we won’t go by or pass over the Golden Gate.
but to no surprise, i’ll think of it,
and our boats and the various points
we’ve cruised around on the San Francisco Bay.
