The icemaker from Chefman Iceman was expensive. It worked for nearly two years and would say add water when it was full. I wrote the manufacturer only wanting maybe information how to fix it. They offered a new one despite being out of warranty. It’s finally coming. A shout out to this company.
The number one regret
At the end of days
Is the burying
Who we really wanted
To be
Worrying what others
Think
Keeping file and rank
Staying in the lines
Following the by number
Colors
Chiding those who
Stray
Thinking their bend
Is the end all rule
For others
Disdaining stained glass
Preferring austerity
Cause it's always been
Thus in this family
Misunderstood Emily's
Condemned to a dark eternity
For writing poetry
And not minding the
Laundry
Sad markers in the cemetery's
All saying practically the
Same thing boringly
Of he was born
Of she died
Sterile dates
Cliche epithets
Safe within the lines
No color in these
Marbled rows.
Crosby Lake Cemetery
Starke
Ordered me a Glock 19. Haha Glock look alike co2 BB gun. The Red Ryder I used to scare off stray Cats and squirrels died, so this should be a good replacement.Plus if I want to break into Wally World for some free rides, I’m set.
We wait for Melanie to come home. Always late hours, always tired out. I so dislike her having to work so hard. Now I’m too old and physically unable to work. And if I did? What? Drive cars?
There will always be the
Connected
Astute
Savvy
Shrewd
Tuned
Focused
But do not let it
Deter
Or stop you
Yes
To the banks
May go the money
And to the walls
Of others adorned
But as a friend said
Losing doesn't make one
A loser
Herb always wins. Is Herb good? Perhaps. Is Herb friendly to me? No. He usually ignores me and once refused to shake hands. There are few people I try and avoid. Herb is one such.
Once was the time
A ride down Pounds Hammock
was something looked forward to
the pines lining both sides of the
often about deep enough to get stuck in sand
road with tracks bearing turkey and deer
butterflies and honey bees swarming
on the flowers in the zone between ditch
and pines, stopping often for just watching
jets passing through the myriad stars above
but not today for in the recent seasons the
timber men have taken about all the pine
pesticides or something has gotten the
butterflies and various insects
Just a lone dragonfly escorted me today
I’ll be a much older old man
by the time all these empty tracts fill in
the barren Pounds Hammock again
with planted pine.
John Clare Stokes
Sometimes someone does for you
a good thing
They know your mothers biscuits
you are missing
Smothered in the cane syrup
You and your father made
So what if they were baked by
Winn Dixie
So what if the cane syrup was
of the Columbia County kind
By the first bite I was once again
at the ole Homewood table
Looking out the screen window
down around the pond the sound
of the blue Ford tractor nearing
Knowing soon it would come
my turn to make the long way
through the pines to time beyond time.
In order to try and stop the chicken pen from flooding we are going to get two loads of dirt. I spent the afternoon taking the furniture out of the pen to put dirt in.
