831. daughter
832. son
833. I think I am doing much better, thank you. You see,
I acquired a new helper, an accomplished maintenance man,
whom we all have pegged to be my successor. He is a wonderful
man and a credit to the company. But, as soon as he started, I
suddenly began to feel weak and tired much of the time. Barely able
to perform my duties by afternoon. Last Thursday, I sat myself down
for a talk. "You've let yourself become old, by pushing your own
self aside, in deference to the younger man. Add to that, the fact you are
to go on Medicare in two months. Remember how you dragged
around, all depressed one year, until you realized it was just because
you became thirty? Get over it and be your old self. You are the
only obstacle in the way." I took heed, and I already feel
better.
834. I think I miss the old Abuzz days, in the early going. I wish I had saved more of the threads than I did.
835. I think there is no room to post much of my writing here. I do want to post a few of my favorite lyrics, though. For instance:
Moon-Amber Nights
That moon-amber night
That we fell down in the field
I held you so tight
That our souls just had to yield
You started to shiver
Like ripples on the river
But our hearts were full
And we were so very warm
chorus
v2
The words that you breathed
Were works of passion I craved
Your lovely breast heaved
As ripe grain stalks waved
The thrush barely sleeping
River warily seeping
Our hearts were beating
Like two boats in a storm
Chorus
We were
Brave summer lovers
Always off together
Scorning the others
Interlocked forever
We hid in the shadows
Made love ?'neath the willows
Always riding the storm
The talk of her father's farm
v3
Yes we counted every star
Gathered ?'em like fireflies
Stuffed inside a jar
Too in love to realize
Young hearts will be broken
Keep mine as a token
But tonight my love
We shall not be forlorn
chorus
v4
Those moon-amber nights
Can last into the winter
With all of our might
We continue to be tender
The cold makes us shiver
Burning down with fever
As our hearts grow dull
I'm to leave your father's farm
chorus