October finally arrives in Oklahoma, the hot wind and temperature of summer are now a bad memory. I take my morning coffee to the patio and breathe in the crisp pre-dawn air, just enough chill to give me goose bumps. Watching the eastern sky the yellows, reds and oranges of another beautiful sunrise was just peeking over the horizon, I had a thought, no a brilliant idea and it was time for action.
I ran inside and grabbed my shop keys, I then told Beautiful to go get dressed, that we’re going for a ride. I opened my shop and after taking the car cover off, I dropped the top on my 1950 Dodge Wayfarer Sportabout. I started it and moved to the front of the house, once inside I grabbed a jacket for me and Beautiful, along with a blanket for her to wrap up in. I then made a thermos of coffee, grabbed a couple of bagels and apples. By then Beautiful was ready, so we hopped in and took off. If we hurry, we can catch the last of the sunrise on Mount Scott in the Wildlife Refuge.
The Old Gal purred as we climbed the mountain, and the car ran well also. At the top, we parked and watched the last oranges turn to red then to yellow before the sun chased the colors away and replaced it with a bright blue sky. We watched as the world came alive, the birds started singing, we watched the buffalo herd head towards the lake, and the park ranger asking us why we were up there before the park opened.
With a last sip of coffee, I crank the old flathead six over and we head to the house, the highlight of the day over, or maybe not, in about twelve hours the sun will have to set, sounds like another road trip is in our future.
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Sand Pebbles
Remember the wet sand between our toes,
As the waves kissed our feet?
The midnight moonlit walks
With stars in our eyes.
We swore that we would live there
Some day.
Now I wash the blood soaked sand
From my boots
The stroll we so loved
Now tarnished with war.
Never will I yearn to feel those sand pebbles again,
If I return to you.
As the waves kissed our feet?
The midnight moonlit walks
With stars in our eyes.
We swore that we would live there
Some day.
Now I wash the blood soaked sand
From my boots
The stroll we so loved
Now tarnished with war.
Never will I yearn to feel those sand pebbles again,
If I return to you.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Sandra Dee, We'll Miss Thee
It's been a while since my last "It's been a while" post. I've gotten skinny and then I've gotten fat. I've lost more hair, and my job is really boring at the moment. So why am I back after such a long absence? I'm glad you asked.
I recently heard of the passing of a "on-line" friend, a fellow classmate of my first writing class. She had a writing style all her own, one that left you waiting, hoping she'd post another one of her creations. That class was a lot of laughs, at lot of learning from each other and from Ann, the teacher, it was one of the most enjoyable times in my life.
Here is what I posted on Ann's Writing site
I recently heard of the passing of a "on-line" friend, a fellow classmate of my first writing class. She had a writing style all her own, one that left you waiting, hoping she'd post another one of her creations. That class was a lot of laughs, at lot of learning from each other and from Ann, the teacher, it was one of the most enjoyable times in my life.
Here is what I posted on Ann's Writing site
- The one regret about learning to love new friends through a online class like BWW is that we never meet face to face. We learn about each other’s heart and soul, we become as close as those that we daily on a personal level, always hoping that one day, lkwe can give each other a physical hug and sit and tell stories and tip a glass to our health. Thus its a sad day when we hear that we will never have the chance to sit and listen to Sandra Dee spin a story just for us.I don’t remember where it was exactly, maybe in BWW, but we talked of a time where we’d meet on Gully’s deck with our laptops and write. Maybe that will be a part of Heaven, Sandra Dee waiting on us with her glass raised.
- I don't know if I'll ever meet my cyber friends, It doesn't really matter. What matters is that I have gotten to know them, love them, and gotten to know their hearts through their writings. They have taken me on journeys around the world with their words, and taken me inside myself to reflect. So, it doesn't matter if we meet, a piece of each lives within me, and I proudly carry them with me wherever I go.
Sunday, January 17, 2016
New Year, New Post
To say it's been a while, is an understatement. I've had plenty to say, but I just didn't put it down on paper. Before I knew it, 2015 was a bad memory and 2016 swooped in to pick up where it left off. I was going to rant about several things, but decided I'm going to try to be positive this year. That will be hard for a old fart like me. Instead, I think I'll take a cue from the Jerry Seinfeld show and post about nothing. Hope you enjoy it.
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