Perfect It Aint

As the title indicates, perfect it aint. I'll rant and rave, maybe even curse once in a while. You are welcome to join me with your comments. At worst I'll just tear out the rest of my hair. At best, I may agree with you. Or maybe I'll just ignore it, because you know, perfect it aint!

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Retired, Financial and Management specialist, lived all over country, but for some reason, decided to retire to West Virginia (that's the new one, not the Richmond one). Please note that all material appearing on this blog is covered under my own personal copyright as creator, except those items appearing in the Comments that do not appear under the screen name of Tanstaafl or are attributed to others by citation. No license is intended or given to copy or redistribute anything appearing in this blog unless written permission is first obtained from the author.

Monday, November 12, 2007

This and That

After being active on the forums and boards for about a year and a half now, I have decided that it is probably better to retrench and stick with my blog for a while. I feel bad that I haven't kept at it any better than I have. There really isn't any good reason that I haven't, other than time availability. And the fact that I haven't really felt like giving it the effort it requires. But with the drawing near of winter, I should have more time and I have a number of topics that I wish to expound upon.

Today is not a good day to get started, probably, as it is the sixth birthday of one of my grandchildren, and I don't want to get involved in too much today.

I've put Hootie on his own for a while, so I imagine he'll have a bunch of stuff to tell us when he comes back. Said he needed to find himself. I told him that was fine, just not to come back dragging some other old owl with him. That would just get us all fowled up.

I have begun writing poetry once again. I checked out a book of Robert Frost's poetry from the library the other day and it has reignited my writing, I am also exploring in my mind the thought of putting some of my previous vignettes on the blog, but haven't decided to do so yet. We'll see how that turns out after while.

I got a call from my nephew yesterday. He lives out in Oklahoma. He wanted to know if I had a few pictures I could send him, as he has none of my parents and few of my brothers. I told him I'd check around and send him a few that I have duplicates of.

Lena got to acting up a while back. We put up with it about as long as we could stand and finally ended up buying a replacement for her. Then I got Lena fixed so now I have two trucks to use. One is an old '84 Ford F-150, six cylinder, four wheel drive. That is Lena. She got that name from her habit of jerking back and forth when the distributor started going bad. I guess I've put eight or ten distributors in her. Seems to do the trick every time. They tell me it's wiring, plugs and so on. But just pull the distributor and put another one in and she runs great, and Leapin' Lena is good for another six, eight, twelve or eighteen months.

The new one is a 2007 F-150, super cab, four wheel drive, eight cylinder. Probably more truck than I need but sure is pretty and goes like a bat.

Oh, the poetry--

Here's the latest one:

ONE SERE LEAF


The house inside seemed much colder
That once was warmed with their shared love.
The children now were all grown older
And gone to live in the town above.

She left the house so cold and drear
And walked to find the place
Where they had spent full many a year
Loving each other and finding grace.

The old tree now was lean and bare,
Icy trunk so solidly set
In ground so snowy it stood there
Where first the two of them had met.

Shining sun and deep blue sky
At other times would bring her cheer.
And glancing up she saw him nigh,
But only her memory kept him near.


A gust of wind ran through he tree
And it brought down just one sere leaf.
Just a gift from an old friend
To share the midnight of her grief.

She took it with her when she rose
And placed it near the frame
That held pictures of long agos
When first she had taken his name.

Treasured memories and one sere leaf-
Not much left for one so dear.
But enough for her to ease her grief
And think on through the year.


So that's it for now. Keep on keepin' on.

1 Comments:

Blogger jedijawa said...

Tag! You're it! Tell 8 Interesting/Random things about yourself....and....go! Oh, and then pass it on to several other bloggers.

6:55 PM, November 22, 2007  

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