Slow That Time Down (2015)

It’s hard to believe that summer is about here. It’s also hard to believe the fact that we are already in June. One has to

ask that same old question about where did the first half of the year go?


It wasn’t that long ago when we celebrated the New Year. Valentine’s Day flew by, and so did Easter, and the rest

of the holidays. Spring break passed, the graduations are over, and now school is out.


I’ve always felt that the older we get, the faster the year flies, but it has gotten totally out of control. I do say this in fun,

But really and truly it is not so fun after all. I am not prepared to put up my Christmas decorations. Yes, it is six months

away, but the way things are going, we’ll suddenly be there.


As we get older we look for those long lazy day summers. The ones we spent in our childhood. Perhaps it is only doled

out to the young. If only there was some way to capture those moments. They say that you’re only as old as you want to

be, so maybe going backwards might do the trick.


Cloud watching or playing a board game might do the trick. A thousand piece puzzle would be a change. Chalk might be the

answer. The sidewalk could be decorated in the midst of a hopscotch pattern.


A quick trek up a tree would really bring one back. On the other hand, the neighbors might begin to wonder what is going

on. Seeing their longtime neighbor suddenly up a tree, would not bring back any youth or time stalling for them. They might

assume that some form of help is needed.


So maybe there are other ways to slow down the time. In the meantime I might as well enjoy day today, no matter how

quickly it passes.


“To cause a stir-

Regarding that quickly passing calendar.”




Pigeons Are Not The Same As Fish (2014)

If you would have asked me years ago, if I’d be interested in a pigeon, as a pet, I would have given you a blank stare.

I would have assumed that you were joking. I’ve personally always thought of birds, in the same category as fish. Beautiful to look at, while self contained emotionally.

I know that if I owned a large aquarium filled with fish, and when I arrived home, the fish would not be diving up and down, in the water to greet me. I used to feel that way about pigeons, until I inherited one.

When I arrive home from work, and as soon as I unlock the door, I hear the flapping of wings. There is also the jumping up and down, from a stick, in the cage, to the bottom floor.

When I take my pigeon out of the cage, he’ll walk around a bit, and then he’ll come over, to where I am typing, and then sit on my shoe. It’s obvious that all of  that flapping and jumping up and down is not just a freedom dance. There is a bit of affection going on here, for he could continue his walking, but chooses to connect with me.

If pigeons weren’t so messy, I’d keep Tweetie out of his cage, all of the time. He does come out, on a regular basis though, and I can tell when I hold him up close, and rub his ears, that he is in seventh Heaven.

“At home this bird is the word-

And yes, my heart has been captured and stirred.”


Compulsive Shopping (2003)

While waiting in the grocery store checkout line the other day, my eye happened to catch a bag of mini chocolate candies. Of course the candy wasn’t on my list, but as I reached over to grab a bag and put it in my basket, a kind gentleman behind me said, “now that is what they call impulse shopping.”

I knew that he was right and I had to reply, “they stick this stuff here so that the kids will ask for it,” adding “even if they’re not with you at the moment.”

Obviously it is for us grown shoppers too, because even though I happened to mention the kids, they had not been brought to the store this time, and they were no where in the vicinity.

Every once in a while you’ll see certain things screaming out at you when you pass it in the aisle too. It’s not on your list and you promised yourself that you wouldn’t add anything else, but then all of a sudden it looks just too appealing to pass up.

You suddenly make excuses like, well it’s just one extra thing or I meant to add those things to my list.

Impulse buying can be fun. Let’s face it, there are too many things in our lives that we can afford to do compulsively. (Although there are some of us who spend a lifetime at it.) So an extra thing here or there at the grocery store isn’t going to make a difference. At least not until we get to the checkout counter.

Didn’t we leave the kids behind so that we would stay within our budget? Didn’t we say we’d stick to only what is on the list? Of course we did. The most ironic thing about impulse buying is that after we get home to fish through all those things that we impulsively bought, it turns out that we forgot to get one of the main things on the list that we went to the store for to begin with.

Could it be that some of that impulsive shopping distracted us or put us off track? Of course not.

We have more willpower and stamina than that. At least until the next shopping trip comes along.

“Eating a hot dog
without the forgotten
Can be done but is not
quite as fun!”


Trucked Watermelon (2008)


As a child, during the summertime, I can remember riding down the road, and seeing watermelons, on the back of a truck. A lot of times we’d stop and pick us out a nice long juicy one.

The watermelons appeared to be longer back in those days, than the ones that I see in the grocery stores nowadays. I’ve often wondered whatever happened to the the longer versions. The ones I see are so short. They do fit in the refrigerator better though.

Anyway we’d stop on the road and pick out the longest one, and then we’d take it home and eat it, out in the backyard. It would be cut into pieces, and we’d all get our share on a piece of newspaper, that was used as a big napkin. Salted down, the fruit was a favorite of ours. We’d take big bites and spit the seeds out in between.

My favorite thing to do, as I got older, was to scoop out the watermelon, and put it in a nice square container, so that it would be not only handy to eat, but it was also convenient to store in the refrigerator. Any size watermelon takes up a lot of space.

My grandmother came to visit, and I sent her home with a nice sized bowl of watermelon that I’d already picked the seeds out . She had to compliment me and say, “now that is service”!

Although times have changed, the love of watermelon certainly hasn’t. I see kids all over the place enjoying a piece of that red interior, green exterior

There is one thing that will be changing though, and that is the problem of how to fit one in the frig without having to take all the extra care. The Japanese have developed a nice square one. I just wonder how long it will be before everyone has one nicely stacked in their refrigerator. I know that there will be many watermelons sported on the Fourth of July. No matter what shape or size, or where they come from, it’s just the American way.

“And so the truck that holds the watermelons will never change-
Except for the fact of the fruit being easier to rearrange!”



Scared Me (2003)

All of us at one time or another are frightened of something. The real pinpointed time in our lives to feel this way is when we are young. We just don’t have the capacity to tell the difference between what is real and what isn’t.

When I was a child I saw the movie called The Nightwalker starring Ray Milland. It was a simple murder mystery that would seem silly nowadays, but the blind man that he played along with the sound of his cane coming down the hall scared the dickens out of me.

A friend of mine claims the movie called Elephant Walk. I’ve seen the movie and it does have an eerie ring to it. She was about four years old at the time so an eerie ring to it would have to be multiplied ten times over. A plantation type house had been built over an elephant walk and needless to say eventually the elephants took back their trail, with the house along with it.

I thought of her recently when I read a story out of Bangkok, Thailand. Obviously the elephants there have overrun the concrete city. The elephants are like pets that have been in some families for many years. Many are also used by their handlers to make money in one form or another, but now they have received their marching orders to move to another area with a little greenery that they all deserve.

The traffic and the elephants just don’t mix. The elephants can be injured and the heat due to no trees is not good for their health either.

I guess that the people there are used to seeing the huge animals. I could just imagine how cities in the United States would react to a large elephant roaming the streets. We’d have to call out the National Guard to take care of that type of problem, Not to mention the problem of a pooper scooper. The amount of that particular type of mess would be unbelievable.

I know that when the circus comes people line up to get some natural fertilizer for their gardens from these huge beasts, but they are confined and not running the streets.

A severe case of elephant rage would occur if one of these animals were to step out on one of our freeways. Not only would it cause a traffic snarl, but it would also be a major source of pollution even if they weren’t going over the speed limit.

Conservationists are glad for the elephant ban and hope that it will end the flourishing business of capturing and renting calves for begging and selling. The larger ones should thin out as they are brought back to where they should be, unless their memories serve them differently. I detect a part two in there somewhere. One that I know my friend wouldn’t go to see.

“In childhood the foundations are laid-
In what or of whom we might be afraid!”


Rich Fast And Easy (2002)

We’d all like to be rich. I’m sure that’s a dream that many of us carry deep within ourselves. The main problem is how to get there.

While reading the classified ads of a national newspaper I had to grin now and then while reading the business opportunities. They have so many ads geared to that dream of becoming rich.

One ad listed a free book on how to get rich without winning the lottery. Imagine that and I’ve wasted all those one dollar bills, once or twice a week on the lottery. Obviously just the purchase of one book could have taken care of that problem immediately.

Another ad said that I could make ten grand in ten days, and I don’t even have to bother selling anything. This ad must be a cousin to losing ten pounds in three days. I just have to wonder what is the rush. I could settle with five grand in twenty days or losing five pounds in one month.

One more ad states that one can earn 150,000 dollars if they are motivated. That sounds logical. Whoever heard of an unmotivated person making even a small sum. It takes a little motivation to buy a lottery ticket. You know the physical act of getting to the store in order to purchase one.

I especially enjoyed reading where you could make 100,000 a year by just working two hours daily. It would be easy to get rich in that manner by just working a little overtime. Let’s see..four hours daily equals 200,000 dollars or 6 hours daily equals 300,000 dollars and so on and so on.

Last but not least is the ad that read “tired of scams?” The person that took out the ad says he’ll prove that he made 7000 dollars in two weeks. It’s more comforting to know that a particular claim such as this one can be proven.

I just have to wonder how much it will cost me. Isn’t how all these ads that I’ve mentioned up above work? You want to be rich so you send money to one of these ads, but it’s the person who took out the ad, if they’re lucky enough will get that response to make them richer.

In reality it won’t be at my expense, but the reading of the ads was well worth the much needed laughter that I acquired from them.

“Except for winning the lottery-
The art of becoming rich is not quite so easy!”



In The Wake Of Nod (2002)

They say that when you get older that eventually you return back to your younger ways. By younger ways I don’t mean the days when you were a teenager, but way back to when you were just learning to stand in a playpen with your mouth firmly attached to the side rail.

That notion came to mind while watching TV the other day. An old man was sitting in the back of a car, taking a tour of an area of town where he had once lived. It was early in the morning and he had rested well the night before. As he rode along the streets his mind was well occupied and there was much joy in his face. “I remember that building” is what he said. Of course the comments continued as the tour progressed.

Suddenly out of the clear blue sky the camera closed in on the old man’s face and to my surprise he had fallen asleep. A tiredness had overcome him at a time that he would have wanted to stay awake.

This scenario is so much repeated by my 14 month old grandson. He’ll be sitting in his carseat in the back, enjoying the scenery and them boom, out of nowhere you’ll see his head tilted with his eyes closed shut. So fast asleep without a care in the world.

It didn’t seem to matter to the old man or the little one what all is going on. Both of their bodies in rhythm with the car ride, decided to let go of the view, in order to partake in a restful snooze.

I didn’t get to see the old man when he first awoke after this particular nap, but surely he wouldn’t have woke up screaming and crying as some babies do.

Neither does my grandson. He’s just that good natured, and I can bet that one day when he is an old man that quality will have been with him throughout his whole life. Some folks are just born that way.

Qualities unfold-
That bring together the young and the old!



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