Edgar
Forget not to think
that there is one unknown Rama
thinks of your success in your venture.
Best of luck
Are you tired of thinking?
I think not= I mean I don't think that you are as tired as i am.
I have been away from home most of the day. I am tired, but will resume posting tomorrow.
934. My nephew and I connected yesterday, in a way I had not thought possible. He was very receptive to my stories about my involvement in civil rights and the anti Vietnam War movement, as well as memories of military service and of music and artists from the 1960s and early 70s. We are not that close, politically, but he at least is open minded and does not get angry when we disagreee. We forged a friendship based on respect. Go figure.
This made me smile, Edgar. I'm glad you connected. This happened with me and my uncle. We had little in common. One day we spent some time together and connected. Go figure is right.
Roberta wrote:This made me smile, Edgar. I'm glad you connected. This happened with me and my uncle. We had little in common. One day we spent some time together and connected. Go figure is right.
Kinda makes you question your whole existence when it happens, doesn't it?
Don't know if I question my whole existence, but it made me wonder where I was and where he was all those years. Made me stop and think. Tried to be a bit more open. More aware. Made me think about other people in my life and how I may have been cut off from them in ways I wasn't aware of.
It's a WONDERFUL feeling when that happens. Reliving the memory.
My nephew was telling how he thinks it's important to talk to people like me, that our stories be told and firsthand information preserved. I was thinking the while of the oral traditions of old. Fortunately, we have books, computers and the like to help out.
935. I think how people put so much vitriol in their relationships; to what end? I met with a man once, to discuss a business venture. Everything fell into place, from a practical point of view, but the man took a personal dislike to me, and we not only did no business, he scorned me from that day forth. He owned the property next door to my home, so, there was no avoiding each other. A few months later, he had his stomache stapled, in order to lose weight. He lost it, but felt miserable. After they undid the staples, he regained his former weight very quickly. His system could not handle the stress, and he died, leaving me to question: Why is it so important to some to down others in such a manner? What possible good can come of it, in the grand scheme of things? I recently had a man cheat me out of my transportation, after I paid 5,000 out of $6,000 owed. I refuse to spend my time on this planet harboring a grudge against such as he. In fact, I count the good he did for me in the past, when he said he was a friend, and I find the balance not that terrible. In forty or so years, when I face the end, I want to go, unfettered by petty rivalry and childish spite. In short, I want to be an adult, by the time I cash in my chips.
936. I think you will have to go a long way to find a name as odd as this one. A child relative of mine is named Python Snake.
At least it wasn't Monty Python!
936. Hurting a bit, tonight. A woman I have known for at least six years has decided she cannot trust me to work inside her apartment, unless she is right there to watch me. I have come and gone at her home, performing maintenance, very freely, and we enjoyed a friendly chat when we'd chance to meet. I would have thought I would be above suspicion. Recently, she hired a maid to come in at intervals to clean. A few weeks ago, one of her treasured possessions was taken by a person unknown. Not sure exactly what it looked like. It was some sort of ball in a sock collectible. Nobody visits in her residence. It is my guess the maid took it, although it could have somehow ended up behind furniture or something. As my boss pointed out, however, the very elderly tend to feel they have to be suspicious; they must protect themselves from virtually everybody. We still have a friendly conversation, when we meet, but I don't come away feeling uplifted, as in the past.
937. The car quit running yesterday. I told the wife, Best to take it to Haney's Car Care. She says, We can't afford it. She gets her bro in law to fix it. Then has to take it to Haney's Car Care, to get it fixed. If there is one thing I have learned, it is this: Shade tree mechanics are no match for trained, qualified technicians. They are expensive, but, when they finish with it, you can drive, worry free.
938. When Knighthood Was in Flower
1
When Knighthood was in flower
The knights were saintly men
They put bubblegum on their lances
And jousted with finger zen
They put iron pants on their ladies
To keep their heart-throbs pure
When they went off with Sancho Panza
To find a midnight cure
The street scenes at night were haunted
The peasants were the honest mass
The kings were their dear fathers
The priests a decent working class
In the bars and in the nightclubs
All night long they sang
Outside the high walls you could hear them
Came the dawn and still the echoes rang
2
In his study we see the doctor
Who nursed them through the plague
With one eye on their suffering
The other eye kind of vague
He tries to turn away their blessings
He knows there was no cure
His medicine was his prayer book
Only the strong ones did endure
And the smell of sulphur from the back room
Proves that any faith can lag
He knows he is only equal
To the one who wears the killer's tag
And he swears to give his best to evil
In return for a moment's grace
He turns his back on the Holy Bible
And greets the devil face to face
3
When the thief and the barber
Agreed to trim the knave
They didn't know that his saber
Was stuck up in his sleeve
Now the thief is known as "Lefty"
And the barber needs a shave
While the knave raps Rune tunes
In the baron's cabaret
Well the baroness is fanning
And sneaking looks his way
The knave eyes her mood ring
As in baritone does bray
"The cheese and wine are delicious
I work real hard for my pay
But the baron soon will be sleeping
That's the time I really play."
4
In his lair the pimpled dragon
Still bears a torch for his love
He probes the lower hillside
With field glasses from above
He only learned in college
That he hates to be alone
When he spies a certain maiden
He knows what must be done
Meanwhile his brother Sheldon
Is fighting for equal pay
If St. George can drive a Porsche
Sheldon needs a Chevrolet
And the maiden and the dragon
Got wed just yesterday
They plan to have six children
And a home right across the bay
5
And I'm on the street to witness
The coming of an age
The children walk in sunflowers
Their parents mock outrage
Philosophers answer questions
They just get paid minimum wage
They get one second to ponder
To be thought of as wise and sage
The rulers get themselves elected
Once they've answered duty's page
They get only two chances
To be up on center stage
And I have the choice of guitar
Or learning of the plumber's trade
But I never get to plunder
Those who've rained on my parade
Nice detail in the illustrations. He obviously has talent. :wink:
