before we went to work on this bathroom, bad walls, rusty tub, orange shag carpet, boring and old!!!  

so cool up here

tonight the temp is 52
and clear skys - big stars and
lots of moon.
good weather for sleeping
and since I am flat out tired
that is what I will go do

sign me up

I just joined Christian writers dot com
to continue to feed my need to write
and to learn and be taught.
Thanks to my readers, I will redouble my efforts to
give quality post on a regular basis.
( in other words I'll write whatever drivel comes to mind
whenever I get a roundtoit).

See ya!

free verse, no rhyme zone

physical work
heavy - and regular - can yield happiness
( or so I have been told)

I moved a big pile of gravel once and was happy doing it
But I would have been happy doing anything those days.
I was living in the mountains
after fleeing the city
See " true tale" from July 9th post
for the city I fled and why.

I cut firewood to burn but have a great time doing it
it's a guy thing - an expensive toy that qualifies as a tool
and makes a hella noise. thats a perfect way to zone out

I like heavy lifting, but would never go near a gym
( sorry arnold)
I like breaking concrete, pouring concrete,
and polishing concrete. all these exhaust me
but I feel good knowing my body still works at this level
at my advanced age

best of all , it seems to me
is that the use of your muscles shuts off most of your brain
( tom cruise will tell me this is not so)
so you just concentrate on the lifting
the climbing, the use of your strength
and forget about all the crap that assails you when you relax

Yep that IS the problem with down time
all the overdue stuff comes to call
ringing the doorbell of your brains anxiety center
and dragging in all that smelly manure on their dirty feet

so I am giving little room for the monsters lurking
in the recesses of my head to voice their potent puke.
I'm working myself til I can't stand up
then I will fall down into bed and sleep
when I get up I will try again
to catch a wave of momentum and propel
myself through another day's work.

It this does not give you a headache, nothing will
sorry for unloading
but there it is

maybe later I will edit it

Lame Haiku

blank space

staring back at me

writers nightmare

That' a BEEG saw, and a BEEG log of Eucalyptus. plenty of firewood, after I get done cutting it, splitting ot and stacking it. 

My day off

Oh yeah, I wished I went to work yesterday.
I went to the dentist and had a tooth pulled.
( I just lost half of the readers, I know)

Maybe I should not tell you about it.
I could tell you of someone elses pain and suffering.

I should just suck it up, my pain was self inflicted
and I have no right to whine.

I should commend the small Indian woman doctor
who wrestled with my tooth for TWO HOURS.
The three different assistants who stood by quietly,
the one who tried to tell the Dr how it was done.
The other Dr who came in at the end and seemed to be a big boost
to the confidence of the original tooth wrestler.
After a whole lot of cutting and grinding, the bottom half
of the tooth was in my mouth, the top piece being broken off and in the tray.

I could hear the nervousness and strain in the formerly quiet Dr.'s voice.
She worked so hard on this thing I should send her flowers.
I'm sure she thinks I hate her. I do not.
I hate my teeth going bad on me, and not being able to afford
the expensive repairs they need now.
Thank God I am not afraid of needles, drills,
power saws and jack hammers.
I could endure anything they used on me
I proved that to myself, yesterday.

I prayed, I cursed, it all sounded the same with the suction
and tools in my mouth. I wondered if I would die from the stress.
Good thing I have a strong heart, and a mind that can bend the worst
scenarios into something bearable.
Thanks for those who prayed, the healing of the gum is happening now.
My work is still waiting for me, so I better get out of this chair.
My prescription for today is warm salt water rinses
and Amoxicillin, and soft foods.

I am happy to report that unlike the other young patients
I did not cry.