Edgar, your poem of the lab puppy is spot on. They are the most wonderful dogs, but i think lab puppies are the absolute worst in terms of damge.
Still, you can't help loving the little beasts.
I love labs, but I hate labs.
Yeah, they tend to be text book examples of love-hate relationships, at least while they are still puppies.
Thing that irritates me (just a little): Everybody told me how wonderful labs are as pets. It was not until I brought one home these same people said knowingly, "Yeah; they're terrible as pups." Why didn't they warn me?
i saw a god with a rifle and i wondered: who's to bleed?
i went into seclusion and meditated in my pool of blood.
i saw a woman behind a plow planting seeds of love:
i saw her children, naked skeletons in the furrowed ground.
i went into the city where i saw mountains of men
walking like rats over mountains of men
i looked to the desert for an answer but found my eyes blocked with sand
A soldier crippled with the blood of many
has rejoiced within the caustic war
The guard of power waits with his enemies
to receive the deserts of human kind
History is marked
Terror has been stifled but for a moment
Peace prevails in seconds
as sacrifices continue
Ah, colorbook, such topics we dwell on. At least we do not reside in bombed out debris of former homes. I guess that's something to be glad about. As a youngster I thought the world would grow better, that we were on the verge of eliminating things like war, poverty and racism. I forgot: evolution is not just slow; it often eliminates failed species. Hopefully my current pessimism will not always be justified.
Yes edgar, I understand what you mean. It seems the only time we see the world without war, poverty, and racism is when we're at the movies. I cannot conceive our world ever being without it.
I went shopping today. How about you?
I'm finished. The first time I've been finished this early in several years. However, I still need to shop for our Christmas dinner.
I just have my brother in Dallas to cover. I'm going to get him some nostalgic recordings fron Red Blanchard's web site. Red entertained us on the radio when we were just kids, with comedy and novelty music.
I made alot of gift baskets for everyone, and extra just in case someone drops by, that I didn't expect.
I fill them with things that people will actually eat and drink (unlike the ones you buy in the store).
I was born just a few years after radio programs were replaced by TV.
Ah, you missed some great entertainment - Also some boring entertainment (bout the same as television).
My Dad goes on and on about the shows he listened to as a kid. Here's a link I emailed to him last week. You may find your favorites there.
http://www.radiolovers.com/
If he hasn't already done it, have him search Radio Spirits. It sells the old shows in collections. I will check your link, then retire for the night. Got to get up early. Goo' night.
I saw chestnuts in a supermarket bin
Looked like mold on the outer skin
Canned music exhorts us to buy
Eve'ry darned thing tonight
You know the baked ham must be spiral cut
They've got lots of goodies placed there to jut
Into your face as you traipse down the aisle
As you pay up you smile
This a partial rewrite of The Christmas Song, by Mel Torme.
That's funny edgar...here's my rendition of Deck the Halls
Deck the halls with bags of money
fa la la la la la la la la
'Tis the season to be chummy
fa la la la la la la la la
Don we now our worn thin purses
fa la la la la la la la la
while we sing of these stupid verses
fa la la la la la la la la
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
I wish your branches would stop poking me.
Though Christ shed blood to save our souls,
I don't want my blood in the soup bowls.
Christmas Memories
I so much wanted to be like everyone else
happy, drinking cocoa, watching parades
But reality sank in when you broke the artificial tree
and bribed me not to tell mom cause she was so sick.
I took the dollar and told anyway and felt the wire that was
left over from the mending.
God looks after fools and children?
He left our house that day i think
and good riddance to bad rubbish I always heard you say.
I say it now too in remembrance of you.
Christmas is coming
The goose is getting fat - OOPS! -
Don't put a lugie in the old man's hat
If you haven't got a penny
A ha' penny will do
If you haven't got a ha' penny
Perhaps a lugie will do
Christmas is coming
The goose is getting fat
Hee! Swipe a coin from the old man's hat
Christmas is coming
The goose is getting fat - Hah! -
Put another lugie in the old man's hat
Christmas is coming
The goose is getting fat
Haw! Knock on the ground the old man's hat
Christmas is coming
The goose is getting fat
Buy the old man a bottle of MD 20-20
Christmas is coming
The goose is getting fat
Put back his lugie soaked hat
Christmas is coming
The goose is getting fat
Please put a dollar in the old man's hat
If you haven't got a dollar
An IOU will do
If you haven't got an IOU
Then Lord bless you
