Sunday night... and after

For some odd reason, I seem to have have been on the computer all the time of late. Do I have a life? I hope so, but if work is not a life and sleep is not a life, then I probably have little or no life. That's all I do. Here I sit, staring at stuff on my monitor and watching Myth Busters on The Discovery Channel. This is not what I expected of my later years.

And dreams ... of late, I've had some weird ones. I dreamed last evening of my cousin Dean and his late brother Larry and his mother (my aunt Helen) who has also passed. The thing was, they were all here and they were the age when I last laid eyes on them. Dean and Larry were teenagers and their mom was young. I, however, was my present age. Dean will love that, being that much younger than me. I have also dreamed a lot about handguns lately ... very unusual for me. I am not anti-gun, but this fixation over several nights got my attention.

I have the love of a very wonderful lady, and I love her. But lately I have been feeling that I need a weekend or two by myself. During the week, I arise early (0500) and arrive at work by 0730 - 0800. After a day of work, I return home about 1730 (5:30 PM). I cook dinner, check my mail, sit in the jacuzzi for 20 minutes (my arthritic knee you know), eat, shower and lie down to read.There is no time to accomplish the day-to-day things I want (and feel obligated) to accomplish. Then comes the weekend. I spend most of Saturday taking Hilda shopping, I cook dinner, we watch a movie and it's bed time. Sunday morning I wash my clothes, eat, check my mail, read the Sunday paper, then she gets up and I fix her breakfast and wash the dishes. We watch a program or two and then I take her home. It is an hour+ roundtrip between our houses. I feel a break is needed. Oh well, it's better than being alone .... I think.

Politics?

politics, strange bedfellows make
this is true, make no mistake
for if we're left or if we're right
we grasp ideas with all our might
we know what's best for all mankind
our opponents are seriously weak in the mind
they're going to cause our world to fail
we'd be better if they were locked in jail
they're the cause of all our ills
they have no redeemable skills
keeping their job is their only aim
and so they play the media game
so we must continue to disagree
no one is right, not you nor me
I penned this rhyme to try and say
no argument controls the day
but if you think I believe this rule
you must think me an awful fool

Happy B-Day Willie

Singer / songwriter / actor / icon Willie Nelson is 73 today, (born in 1933). Ride on Willie!

My mother and I liked Willie when we first heard him in the early 60's. His jazz style phrasing was unlike anything that I (we) had ever heard, especially in Country music. His song writing talents were never disparaged, even by the establishment people in Nashville who didn't like his voice or his singing. I think that he has done as much as much to change the face and attitude of country music as anyone ever has. He has recorded types of music that other no other "country" people, before him, even admitted to listening to or knowing about. He has embraced, and sang, old standards / reggae / Spanish music / rock, et al. He and his music helped encourage writer/singers the breadth of Texas (and the world). People like Townes Van Zandt, Jimmie Dale Gilmore, Charlie Robison, and others drew strength from Willie's struggles and his rise to stardom. Thank you Willie, ... and happy birthday.

Haiku for Patricia

acoustic Springsteen
tired old voice singing new tunes
but he's still the Boss

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albino Winter
pulls at the strings of your soul
go Johnny, play on

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ah, infinity
conceptual abstraction
what is it really

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opinionated
living life from day to day
music, nature, me