Nostalgia

I have been sitting in The shallow end Of the nostalgia pool.   I am sure that as I grow older I’ll move deeper and deeper Until I have to stand To keep from drowning.   Live is too full of now To wrinkle your fingertips Sitting in the past, And remembering only the good…

Interpretations

The other day on the telephone I told Grandma Julie How much I liked Grandpa John’s stories.   I told her he made me see things Through his eyes From so very long ago.   She laughed when I said it, because it wasn’t so long ago In their lives.   And then she told…

Stories He Told #3

Grandpa John knew I was anxious to leave. I wanted to go home to my second floor apartment Above the hardware store, But couldn’t because the water was still to high. So he searched his mind to find more stories To keep me from pacing around the room.   Grandpa told me about being in…

N-N-1 Season Changes

I have been honored to offer this most recent N-N-1. Thank you to everyone who participated. I am already looking forward to the next one. Princess Butter, whose blog is asplashofmylife.wordpress.com, has a short, but very sweet, entry for this N-N-1. It could be spring, summer, or winter, for all I care. Right now, it…

Stories He Told #2

Staying with Grandpa John was fun. We spent time watching old and new movies That he had on DVD and tape. They stretched from Johnny Mack Brown westerns To Marvel’s Ant-Man & The Wasp. We listened to his Country & Western albums. And he told me stories.   He told me about seeing Manhattan Transfer…

Stories He Told

Grandpa John took me in As the flood waters rose And then receded. He fed me and soothed me When I worried about my friends And he told me stories.   He told me about drinking His first full can of beer In the back seat Of his friend’s car After a high school basketball…

The Memorial

They held the memorial today for Roger “Stumpy” Mcghee. Stumpy had retired eight months earlier After twenty-five years a policeman; His last seven years as chief. He will be missed.   The Memorial started with Beatrice playing Some of Stumpy’s favorites on her harp. She started with Ellington’s “Take the ‘A’ Train,” Segued into Monk’s…

N-N-1 February 2019

Originally posted on Classical Gasbag:
It’s time for you to enjoy another N-N-1. Once again we have people in different locales sharing their different contemporary lives with a picture and words. One thing they have in common is an interest in sharing (giving and receiving) with others.  Natalie Garvois sent this picture and description (surprisingly…

Dead Cat

As I walked around downtown this morning I saw a dead cat in the gutter In front of Colin’s Donut Shop; Half hidden by a pickup with an empty gun rack And a Trump/Pence bumper sticker that had One half of it torn off. They should have torn all or nothing.   The cat wouldn’t…

A Winter Day

When did true awareness begin today? Was it when I opened my eyes to the false dawn, Or was it when I put on my knickers; I know it had already begun when I watched the peanut butter Glisten and melt on the toast. But I don’t know exactly when sentience began today.   It…