Went to breakfast yesterday
Not too far, just down the way
As I was seated in my booth
The server came, her name was Ruth
With swaying hips and awesome legs
She asked me how I like my eggs
I like them very much I said
But I’ll have fruit instead of bread
And even though I love it most
Too much carbs are in the toast
Offer me no hash browns please
Replace it with the cottage cheese
And with my water bring no straw
Where I’m from we drink it raw
Choices
Choices made so long ago
Often tell the tale
Of what a life has come to be
Which destinies prevail
Of all the ones both good and bad
Success or grand mistake
The choices I regret the most
Are ones I did not make
Ode to a Self Driving Truck
A song with no tune, first came to me when a friend posted the accompanying meme on facebook. The lengths I’ll go to get a laugh know no limit.
🎵I kepper fulla diesel
I washed ‘er ever’ day
When I went in the Minimart
She up an’ drove away
🎵 She left me for a Kenworth
Caused my heart to wilt
I knew I coulda kepper
If I was a Peterbuilt
🎵Yeah my truck done up and left me
Feelin’ sad and jilted
I wish with all my broken heart
That I was Peterbuilted🎵
🎵And now that she is gone
I got nowhere to stay
Except inside the men’s room
Down at the Flyin’ J 🎵
🎵Never trust a Kenworth
No matter what you do
Ever’ time yer back is turned
He’ll steal yer love from you🎵
Dreaming
I was dreaming
And the parts that I recall
Don’t tell me what the message was
If there was one at all
Buried in the shadows
Deep inside my mind
Images of days long gone
Of things I left behind
I was thinking
But more in recent days
About the possibility
Of taking up old ways
And so it was I wandered
Along a mental track
Searching through my dreams to find
A path to take me back
Things and Friends
Tools, toys, money, memories, experiences, loves, lives. Why do some people spend years, decades, accumulating things until there is room for no more, then dump it all, just to start over?
Some people I know are purely interested in the acquisition, as though it’s a competition. One person in particular, from early childhood, would set her sights on a specific item, a doll for instance. She would beg and plead and want, until, beaten down, unable to fight any longer, her parents would give in and buy the doll. She would play with it for a couple days, then it would find its way into the toy box, or be relegated to a dusty corner in the closet, to be forgotten while she plotted on her next want. The wanting and getting of it was better than the having.
There are people that don’t care how they get it, they just like having it. The acquisition challenge means nothing to them. They keep score by how much they’ve managed to accumulate, using it as a yardstick, a measure of their worth, and are proud to display for all to see. In fact, their accumulations only have value when viewed by others.
I might be a little of both. It’s fun to get things, and to have them. Mostly it’s inconsequential items, tools, shoes, a new bike, things of that nature. But mixed in there, among all those everyday things are some possessions that take effort and time to acquire and maintain. Life experiences, jobs, relationships. How can some things, so hard to come by, such big things in our lives, be tossed aside like the doll that no longer holds our interest?
I’ve done that a few times in my life, thrown everything away. In one instance, a life that started good then turned sour and toxic, and left me screaming for escape. Another time, divesting myself of most everything because I couldn’t bear what they represented. The reminders of something that I lost, was taken from me, that meant more than all the trinkets that went along for the ride.
I’m in the process of re-accumulating now, if on a somewhat smaller scale. At this point, when picking up things from alongside the road I walk, I want to be more deliberate, focusing on the quality of my encounters. I want things that have value in and of themselves. Friends. That’s what I want to invest in going forward. The dividends last a lifetime, they never wear out, and there’s no way you can have too many.
On Friendship
I
had my fiftieth high school reunion a while back. I still think on the faces,
some with smiles, some with tears, but all happy to be together for what might
possibly be the last time. There was a memorial table, with pictures and names,
of the classmates that have gone ahead, wherever that is. And it makes you
think, and you wonder about the randomness, why you’re still here and they’re
not. And though you never thought about it before, you wonder what their lives
were like. You can hear about them, but not in their words, from their mouths.
You don’t see someone for fifty years, eventually you stop thinking about them,
and don’t miss them much. You might not have been close then, but still, you
counted them as friends, you had a common bond. It’s only when you learn that
they are no longer with us, and realize that fifty years has become forever,
you find that the choice, if ever there was one, has been taken from you.
That’s when you begin to understand mortality. That’s when you know that the
last time you saw them was the last time you would ever see them. They suddenly
become more real to you than when they were alive.
It’s then that you find friendship is truly something to treasure. It strengthens your resolve to never miss an opportunity to be with them, together, celebrating just being here. The hardest promises to keep are the ones you make to yourself, for there’s no one else to hold you accountable. This I promise to myself: As long as I am able, as long as I walk and breathe, and know who I am, I will not forsake my friends. I will not miss an opportunity to tell them how much I appreciate and love them. I’ll keep them here, safe in my heart.
Grinchy Me
Thank you Dr. Seuss, for providing a simple way to define myself.
Grinchy days behind me
Grinchy days ahead
Holidays don’t cheer me up
It’s grumpiness instead
I don’t know why
I am like this
A mystery to me
It’s just the way
I’ve always been
As far as I can see
That’s not to say
I wouldn’t change
My outlook if I could
But it’s so much
A part of me
I’m stuck this way for good
Beauty and Friends
The way you find the beauty
In everything you see
Defines the way
I think of you
And what you mean to me
At the Park
Grasshoppers
Flipfloppers
Boys on four wheels
Girls on the sidewalk
Some in high heels
Mothers with babies
Children with dogs
Ducks in the water
Chasing green frogs
Summer umbrellas
Of yellow and blue
A sunny day picnic
Together with you
Angels in the Sand
I see my love
Beside the sea
Walking on the shore
And turning there
She calls my name
Lost to me no more
We walk until
The sun goes down
I hold her by the hand
And laughing til it hurts
We make
Angels in the sand