She’s watching me like a momma lion. Making sure I’m not getting some exotic new symptoms, that I’m clear thinking and normal acting, confirming that I’m restless and bored.
She’s just worried.
So she happens to walk by the Wuf’s Den and sees me pick up my phone. She stops and asks , what are you up too?
I say that I’ve got these words that are wanting to get out of my head, so I told her that I was gonna write you fellas a little note.
She continues to gaze into my face, with those amazing green eyes.
She’s trying to outlast me and is winning. So I cave and say , What?
So she says, I know how important some of those men are to you and they’re my friends , also. You’ve been writing a few shorter thoughts lately, with a tone slightly different than your normal. I always ask her to read my offerings.
She’s got my attention now. and my eyes are wide open. I say, please continue.
She says, your older friends know you like a book and have already walked down some of these medical issues with you and know what you’re made of.
Some of your newer ones don’t know that. They could interpret , that some of your latest threads, could sound like “you’re riding off into the sunset, “throwing in the towel”, implying that you might not make the trip this time, etc.
My eyes go from wide to bulging, as I spontaneously yell out , that’s bull shit. Those men know that I’m no puss boy and that cancer and I are at war. That it might win someday, when I get to be an old man, but sure as heck not now. My travels aren’t over yet.
She smiles at me and says, I know. Just don’t give the wrong impression.
I grin at her and apologize for using bad words in her presence.
I try not to be profane, belch, fart, ass and ball scratch, or any of the other manly arts, In her presence. It’s a respect commitment.
Anyway, back to the original comment to her, that I’ve got a few words wanting to escape, so I’m going to turn em loose.
I’m continuously thinking of things that I wish that I’d done or done more of them. I just don’t always think that they’re thread fodder that you cats would find value in, so I don’t post em.
But since I’m bored and am weary of all the virus bad news, here they come.
1. I wish I’d learned to play the piano.
2. I wish that I’d always had 2 dogs at the same time, rather than one.
3. I wish that I’d married Dar 3 years sooner.
4. when I hear a train whistle, way off in the distance, in the middle of the night, I want to wake up and think more about it. The destination, do the engineers see their lives as a sort of adventure, as they speed thru the unknown darkness, unsure what mystery may lie around the next bend.
5. My last one for now. Nothing beats the smell of a new mown hay field. Back in the day, I wish that after a day of hay bucking, that I’d gone to town, got a chest of iced beer. Then in the deep dusk, of the day, go back to the meadow. Drive to the fields center and park, Get the cold beer and sit on the tailgate.
Sip the beer, lean back and stare at the heavens. Study the stars and the moon, but most of all, smell the mown field and all the glorious associations.
Well, I guess that’s all for now, but fellas, the world is full of free magic. Please savor and enjoy it.
Back to my rat killing. I’ll be doing some you tubing, spend some time with the pups, and continue to prepare myself for this wild week that’s out there, in front of me.
Later, valuable Broheims..
She’s just worried.
So she happens to walk by the Wuf’s Den and sees me pick up my phone. She stops and asks , what are you up too?
I say that I’ve got these words that are wanting to get out of my head, so I told her that I was gonna write you fellas a little note.
She continues to gaze into my face, with those amazing green eyes.
She’s trying to outlast me and is winning. So I cave and say , What?
So she says, I know how important some of those men are to you and they’re my friends , also. You’ve been writing a few shorter thoughts lately, with a tone slightly different than your normal. I always ask her to read my offerings.
She’s got my attention now. and my eyes are wide open. I say, please continue.
She says, your older friends know you like a book and have already walked down some of these medical issues with you and know what you’re made of.
Some of your newer ones don’t know that. They could interpret , that some of your latest threads, could sound like “you’re riding off into the sunset, “throwing in the towel”, implying that you might not make the trip this time, etc.
My eyes go from wide to bulging, as I spontaneously yell out , that’s bull shit. Those men know that I’m no puss boy and that cancer and I are at war. That it might win someday, when I get to be an old man, but sure as heck not now. My travels aren’t over yet.
She smiles at me and says, I know. Just don’t give the wrong impression.
I grin at her and apologize for using bad words in her presence.
I try not to be profane, belch, fart, ass and ball scratch, or any of the other manly arts, In her presence. It’s a respect commitment.
Anyway, back to the original comment to her, that I’ve got a few words wanting to escape, so I’m going to turn em loose.
I’m continuously thinking of things that I wish that I’d done or done more of them. I just don’t always think that they’re thread fodder that you cats would find value in, so I don’t post em.
But since I’m bored and am weary of all the virus bad news, here they come.
1. I wish I’d learned to play the piano.
2. I wish that I’d always had 2 dogs at the same time, rather than one.
3. I wish that I’d married Dar 3 years sooner.
4. when I hear a train whistle, way off in the distance, in the middle of the night, I want to wake up and think more about it. The destination, do the engineers see their lives as a sort of adventure, as they speed thru the unknown darkness, unsure what mystery may lie around the next bend.
5. My last one for now. Nothing beats the smell of a new mown hay field. Back in the day, I wish that after a day of hay bucking, that I’d gone to town, got a chest of iced beer. Then in the deep dusk, of the day, go back to the meadow. Drive to the fields center and park, Get the cold beer and sit on the tailgate.
Sip the beer, lean back and stare at the heavens. Study the stars and the moon, but most of all, smell the mown field and all the glorious associations.
Well, I guess that’s all for now, but fellas, the world is full of free magic. Please savor and enjoy it.
Back to my rat killing. I’ll be doing some you tubing, spend some time with the pups, and continue to prepare myself for this wild week that’s out there, in front of me.
Later, valuable Broheims..
