Mr. Inconsiderate

How dare you be inconsiderate when I try to capture your face How dare you ignore the pleadings to turn and face left How dare you look at the floor A creamy blank space How dare you curl your body in striking bereft I know what you do laying there with no shame You laugh You tease at failed attempts Until at last without thought you appear in frame How dare you capture me, staring in contempt Mr. Gibbs andRead more

Gibbs Sends His Congratulations

Geez. I’m still wondering how retired life got so busy, but it’s not a complaint. I rather like it this way because it beats spending too much time on the couch, watching mindless TV, in the midst of winter. Speaking of winter, my brother sent me this photo on Saturday morning. It snowed in Colorado, up to a foot in some places. This was my chance to laugh at his predicament and enjoy the cool 64F (18C) day in Wisconsin.Read more

#SoCS: The Fly

“What, are you catching flies?” she asked as I watched TV. I responded with a shrug. “Close your mouth,” she then scolded me. I suppose, to avoid a flying bug. But it happens again, I cannot deny The fleshy portal opens sure and slow I watch an episode of Olive and Popeye And give mother’s orders an innocent blow She glares at me and I once again comply Although an overbite says otherwise Honestly, I try and try and tryRead more

Checking in with Priorities

“Instead of saying ‘I don’t have time,’ try saying ‘it’s not a priority,’ and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.”― Wall Street Journal Let me be honest. Blogging hasn’t been a priority of late. I could say that I don’t have timeRead more

#SoCS: The Nose Knows

He knows He yowls The human shares its noes It smells It desires He reminds her how this goes We spar He resists The nose wants what it wants They waft They float The essence of chicken taunts She speaks up He turns deaf Human food not to be shared The whines The sadness Hunger is loudy declared Almost time Almost here The feeding of this cat Forgets chicken Embraces fish The nose smells where it’s at Stream of ConsciousnessRead more

Don’t Ask for a Request

One of the local radio stations, Jack FM 94.3, plays a lot of the music I enjoy. They also make funny statements in between songs and ads. One of my favorites: “At Jack FM, we play what WE want and it doesn’t require math.” Cool! You can listen live HERE if you’re interested in the music of Def Lepard, Adele, The Police, The Commodores, and more. Or I’ll make it easy for you and share a video of one ofRead more

An Inanimate Conversation

In the grocery store parking lot, on a Monday afternoon, I asked myself the following question: “Am I the only one who talks to inanimate objects?” This came after I told a shopping bag to behave. I was trying to put two plastic bags into one of the many reusable shopping bags I have in the car and it was not cooperating. It’s possible that quietly yelling at the bag out loud finally forced it into submission. There were noRead more

Cheesy Poetry

Writer G.K. Chesterton lived from 1874 to 1936. Obviously, poets during his time had more pressing matters to write about than a love of cheese or he never read Arthur Conan Doyle’s delicious masterpiece, A Parable: “The cheese-mites asked how the cheese got there,      And warmly debated the matter;The Orthodox said that it came from the air,      And the Heretics said from the platter.They argued it long and they argued it strong,      And IRead more

Sexy One-Liner

Biker Buddy and I spent Christmas Day night eating appetizers, downing some brew, and watching the Green Bay Packers vs. Cleveland Browns football game. We got on the subject of Packers quarterback Aaron Rodgers and his age. I thought 38, but picked up my smart phone, went to Google and clicked on the little microphone that allows voice to text, to confirm. As I was doing so, Biker Buddy made a comment to the effect of, “He (Rodgers) has moreRead more

My Brother Tried to End Me, Part 1

Pancake Rocks Mountain Trail. I thought I was going to be carried off this trail on a stretcher and it’s my brother’s fault. This was the first of two times he tried to end me on a hike in Colorado. When I arrived late morning on October 22nd, my brother and girlfriend took me to a microbrewery for lunch and a beer. Then we went for what I now consider a “short hike” to Garden of the Gods. Beautiful place,Read more

Being Remembered

I remember long ago getting that, “You’re so weird,” look from the father-in law due to something I said. Trying to be funny. He smirked a sly smile at me, but I knew what he was thinking. His daughter-in-law could be so strange. Yes, I am weird and unashamedly so. Got a problem with that? This post has been brought to you by weird strangers and Linda Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. If you are wondering what One-Liner Wednesday is all about, CLICK HERE. LindaRead more

Obeying the Voice

Friend Natasha posted this on her Facebook page about ten days ago: My comment? “I only hear one voice and obey.” Friends…live long, be well and don’t wait for the other voice. This post has been brought to you by a singular chocolate voice and Linda Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. If you are wondering what One-Liner Wednesday is all about, CLICK HERE. Linda G. Hill is the Queen of One-Liners and rules over her kingdom of followers. Check out today’s post and commit yourself toRead more