Archive for August, 2007
Ah, yes, my Men in Trees, I do enjoy it – it’s Alaska and a town like that probably doesn’t exist. But, it is my ideal – a small town where too many people know your business – and where you can still find all the quiet and solitude that one could need. I use to write just the way I spoke in conversation – my everyday voice, as it were. So what happened?
The best way to describe it is – I lost my muse. The someone who inspired me – believed in me more than I believed in myself. So in the middle of all the catching up and fulfilling my few obligations – I plan on writing what ever I am needing/wanting to write in the moment. I will be adding on to this post daily – going with the flow so to speak. I have learned that I should/could be my own muse. So here it begins – one moment at a time… I say to my self – hang on girl – it could be a bumpy ride – heehaw!
Eventually, I will be able to write about someone I cared about so much who died – and the frustration at not being able to save him. Eventually I can do many things, right? Break coming up here at 23:22 30 August 2007…
Back at 00:45 31 August 2007
Listening to Creedance Clearwater – something opened a memory tonight about Duffy – a fellow I knew many years ago – had just arrived home from Vietnam – he had been severely wounded by an anti-personnel mine – he left his foot in Vietnam. Duffy and I were sitting on my couch listening to music – yeh – Creedance – he looked over to me and said honey my foot itches – scratch it for me – so I did – he started to cry – he said you are the first one that I told that my foot was itching that did not look at me as if I am crazy – oh hell I know it’s not there – you know it’s not there – but it doesn’t itch anymore. BTW it was a rudimentary prosthesis – not pretty at all – it just never occurred to me not to scratch it for him. I miss Duffy.
Why do we always need a reason to do something? Just do it! Well back to Creedance – Oh – did I mention the Yankees suck…! ‘Nuf said…
Stopped to start watch “Wild Hog” So far so funny…
One day a man saw a old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.
He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan …
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”
An old saying “What goes around comes around.” – Good friends are like stars….You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.
1. You and your teeth don’t sleep together.
2. Your try to straighten out the wrinkles in your socks and discover you aren’t wearing any.
3. At the breakfast table you hear “snap, crackle, pop” and you’re not eating cereal.
4. Your back goes out but you stay home.
5. When you wake up looking like your driver’s license picture.
6. It takes two tries to get up from the couch.
7. When your idea of a night out is sitting on the patio.
8. When happy hour is a nap.
9. When you’re on vacation and your energy runs out before your money does..
10. When you say something to your kids that your mother said to you and you always hated it.
11. When all you want for your birthday is to not be reminded of your age.
12. When you step off a curb and look down one more time to make sure the street is still there.
13. Your idea of weight lifting is standing up.
14. It takes longer to rest than it did to get tired
15. Your memory is shorter and your complaining lasts longer.
16. Your address book has mostly names that start with Dr.
17. You sit in a rocking chair and can’t get it going.
18. The pharmacist has become your new best friend.
19. Getting “lucky” means you found your car in the parking lot.
20. The twinkle in your eye is merely a reflection from the sun on your bifocals.
21. It takes twice as long – to look half as good.
22. Everything hurts, and what doesn’t hurt – doesn’t work.
23. You look for your glasses for half an hour and they were on your head the whole time.
24. You sink your teeth into a steak – and they stay there.
25. You give up all your bad habits and still don’t feel good.
26. You have more patience, but it is actually that you just don’t care anymore.
27. You finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.
28. You wonder how you could be over the hill when you don’t even remember being on top of it.
Happy Birthday Doc !!! Fly high…
The significant problems we face cannot be solved at the same level of thinking we were at when we created them…
