Posts and Perspectives

The Battle of Neowise

So, I thought I would venture out this evening to witness an astrological wonder. I walked to the top of my driveway and sat in the grass… looking to the north. I did manage to see the whispy outline of the Neowise Comet just above the horizon. I leaned back in the cool evening breeze that often graces our ridge line above our property; And as I gazed at the dark star lined sky’s above I feel a familiar sting. I was apparently sitting next to a yellow jacket nest. Good thing was, at this time of night, they were not eager to come out and greet me in a more significant fashion. So, the sting started really stinging… and I thought I should maybe get some Benadryl or something. I walk down my long driveway approaching the street light next to my barn. All of a sudden there is a gopher trying to cross my driveway. I stopped and look down at him. He stops and looks up at me. One of us will be ended this night.. I cocked my leg in true praying mantis fashion. My kick snap was as good as it ever was, but the varmint was still looking at me in disdain as my slipper disappeared into the night… somewhere on my neighbors property. Yes, ninja moves and slippers are not particularly feasible, especially at night. Now for you folks that are live and let live, and I get it, I’m mostly a pacifist, but that thing hissed at me like l wasn’t still armed with one last slipper. And it was headed to an apple tree I planted for my mom. So I proceeded to beat a gopher to death with my remaining slipper. When the battle was over I cast its carcass out into my neighbors field as a morning snack for anything that won’t try to eat or sting me in the process. Which brings me to the final glorious moment having to climb over the neighbors fence barefooted to go looking for my slipper. For whatever reason, I did not step on a hornets nest. I found the slipper. As for the comet, Good grief. Db 7-15-2020

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The Yard

A hummingbird circledAs I sat on our benchA dragonfly hoversOver a rippled reflectionIn my mother’s pond A breeze rustles the treesAnd tickles my hairPapas tire tree swingMoves back and forthGently keeping time. Not a stone left unnoticedNot a window frame ignoredAs I plant with my pencilI sketch out what I loveWhile sitting in the yard. For ConradLove Papa 7-17-2020

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Smiles with the Wind

Tory the fast racerSmiles as the windRaces through her hairA laugh bellies upShe tucks in her legsAnd sails into her lifeWith reckless abandonAnd purely simple joyAnd her parent’s worryAs they watch in aweHow Tory the fast racerSmiles with the Wind. For my precious AstoriaOn her 2nd Birthday8/1/2020 Love Papa

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Undefeated

In an age of monsters and tyrantsA small boy looks for a heroAnd he finds words that would seemLike answers in an ancient battle Screams of epic defianceDarkness pushed backIn a cool song with a good beatWith swords and tattoos And then this boy wakes upTo see a familiar shapeWho kisses his forehead“Are you alright little buddy?” As he drifts back to sleepThe boy now realizesHe has a wondrous heroWho is undefeated. For ConradFrom Papa7-16-2020

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Cherries are in!

Despite our best efforts the Cherries are in and the birds have arrived with their bibs on. To our ever loyal Co-op’s, come and get them.

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When I look up at the Sky

When I look up at the skyAnd the clouds are grayI close my eyes for raindropsThat might not come. When I look to the skyand it seems as a paintingI look to the edges of cloudsFor the whisps of truth When I look to the skyThe sun feels warm as it burnswell into the evening I feel itAs the evening wind chills me When I look up to the skyI see the edges of my dreamsThe brilliance of hope in a windAnd a fragile conclusion in the sunset. For MishaLove PapaJune 21, 2020

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A thing of Canter Lane

A wise young lady entered Canter LaneThe eldest of the elders spied her “Do you have a thing?” She asked.The young lady stared back silently “A thing?” The young lady finally asked“A thing… a thing of this place” said the elder The gammer tilted her head slowly in dismayAs she faced an abandoned colloquy. “Wait, I have a thing” the young woman saidThe sage looked up from her dismay “I have the warmth from their hearts”…“The wisdom from their stories” The old shaman slowly gazed up at herCracking an unlikely smile from her brittle face “And my dear,…” “…you have what a bright one deserves”“You have our love and best wishes” In your travels may you keep this thingA thing from all of us on Canter Lane. For JustineA citizen in good standingOf Canter LaneJune, 2020

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Rain

This continuous eclipse of sunMisty ghosts grasping treesTapping of raindrops all aboutDrowning my sullied tears Feeling naked I begin to shiverAs moisture soaks my bonesLonging for glowing embers A hot cup of steaming brothAnd a book that knows me Shelter from the rain For Misha. Love PapaJune 15, 2020

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The False Summit

You’ve waited for this special momentLike those who went beforeAnd you counted on the gloryExpectations and so much more As you climbed your mountainYou could see it so clearlyThe peak was just right thereThe moment you held so dearly Every climber knows the contemptA false summit seems to holdHaving come so far to seeYour path must be your own Be strong little one for pride is nearWe all know what you have doneAnd if you just turn aroundYou can see how far you’ve come For My Little Bug MishaGraduating from 6th Grade6/8/2020Papa couldn’t be prouder.

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A Sweet Little Bug

The night sky silenceRings a cacophony Calls for territory Calls for attention  Yet in this jagged noiseOf common insectsAnd sanguine frogsA song emerges  It cuts through the dinI hope as I weepA sweet little bugSings me to sleep For my dear little bugMisha   June 12, 2020Love Papa

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Bud Tells…

If you don’t shut upI’m gonna slap you so hardYour brain is gonna haveWhite caps for a week Cuz there’s no useNo use in complainingNobody listens to ya anywayNo one likes a complainer Even when it is rainingRaining so hard It’s like a God damned cow Pissing on a flat rock And holy hellYou probably couldn’t Whip your way out Of a wet paper sack anyway And I’ve got news for you I don’t care becauseThe thing about trouble isEither I’m just getting into troubleOr I’m just getting out of trouble So keep the bugs offYour bumper andThe bears offYour donkey… 10-4 And come backAnd see me sometimeNow that you knowWhere I live. For Bud 5-21/2020

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Rubber Neck

So it turns out for the last week or two, I’ve had an ear infection.  Trust me, it’s not that I’m a tough guy that can handle pain or that I only pay attention to the pain that really matters.  It is much more likely that I am too stupid to know the difference.  It’s like when you’re driving the hi-way and there is a jam caused by an accident, exacerbated by rubber-neckers.  The pain and impatience you feel is not because of the accident, but because of the people who have to gawk before they move on.  So I guess when it comes to an ear infection, as long as there is nothing to look at, it’s all too easy to keep moving; even though, day by day, you’re being tailgated; encouraged to move into the slower lanes.  And yet whatever lane I’m in I hate rubberneckers.  So the next thing you know after a mercifully short but intensely painful plane ride I finally sacrificed 3 hours of my life in an urgent care clinic.  The ultimate traffic jam.  The Doc came in and asked me 40 questions for which I may have scored 40 percent.   Then finally, she looked in my ears.  She stepped back from me, smiled and proclaimed… “Ok, that left ear is clean as a whistle but I can’t see anything but ugly in that right ear.  I’m going to send someone in here to clean that out.”  She turned and exited the room.  I half thought she had just taken too much pleasure in that combination of a statement, and subsequent exit. But then came Molly.  Molly, the MA, smiled pleasantly, attached a hose to a big spray gun thing and said “I’m gonna squirt this water into your ear and if it hurts, or if you feel dizzy, or nauseous, please, please, please let me know.”  “Can I just say that now and avoid all this?” I quipped in a fatalistic stupor. She must have blasted 3 quarts of water into my ear before she could see my eardrum.  Skaa-woooshi-ga, Skaa-woooshi-ga, Skaa-woooshi-ga… Which oddly sounds to the recipient like “There’s a drill in my head, there’s a drill in my head, there’s a drill in my head.” As each piece of goo came out she would flick at it with her hyper-extended tweezers into a little ear-mold bucket, which she made me hold, and then she would ask me if I wanted to look.  Let’s face it, I was that rubbernecker at a freeway accident.  I couldn’t help it. I wanted to look. Skaa-woooshi-ga, Skaa-woooshi-ga, Skaa-woooshi-ga… Finally, she said there was one last chunk sticking like a barnacle to the membrane of my eardrum. By now I’m trying not to cry.  In fact, by this time, with each pull of the trigger on her water gun I was seeing newspaper taxies appearing on the shore.  Skaa-woooshi-ga, Skaa-woooshi-ga, Skaa-woooshi-gaaas PING.,, “HOLY MOTHER OF NAUSEA” I screamed.  Molly took her hyper-extended tweezers and plucked the waxy faced alien from the edge of my ear canal. “You want to look?” She asked.  It was the nasty thing that had been holding me up.  I looked. db 2019

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