Tuesday, June 25, 2013


Foofaraw in our area.  Proposed hog operation vs. youth camp.  People want their bacon, but somehow imagine it can be produced without the inconvenience of hog poo.  (Well, maybe it could be produced in someone else's neighborhood.)

Bacon, or a place to send the kids for the summer?  Make up your minds.

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Nap Interrupted

The neighbor's windchimes
are clacking in the blowing
of the summer breeze.

Saturday, June 22, 2013


Timothy David,
my son, and Mary, his wife,
moved to Montana.

There they had children,
three or four, or maybe more.
I've not heard in years.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Bitterman Update

Herk walked over to the flower plot I was weeding.  I straightened up, not so much to eyeball him while we talked as to give my back some relief.  "Some nice looking flowers," he remarked.  "Thanks," I said.  "The bearded iris would be my favorite flower if only the bloom lasted longer."

"Oh, yes," Herk responded, "beauty fades quickly, doesn't she?"  I knew Herk was not talking about flowers, so I didn't make any comment.  Now, it is well-known that his wife, Tildy, was a real beauty in her youth, and she has the pictures and the clippings to prove that that fact was recognized by the County Fair committee back in nineteen-something-or-other, for she was Queen that year.  Herkimer doesn't realize it sometimes, or perhaps he is simply not as thoughtful as he might be, but Tildy has aged well, and she is, as is sometimes said of a lady of a certain age, "a fine figure of a woman."  What I am saying is, Herkimer is darned lucky, and he doesn't even know how lucky he is.  In all fairness, though, I should say I don't have to live with her, and Tildy does have a way with words.

We chatted a bit about the storms in Kansas and the flax crops in North Dakota, then Herkimer took his leave, and I bent again to the task.

Thursday, June 20, 2013


Prostrate on the floor
He's fallen and can't get up.
Getting old is hell.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013


    Broken derelict
Washed up on the sands of time.
Who remembers him?

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Then and Now

When I was a kid, we played cops and robbers.
Today, kids are cops and robbers.

Monday, June 17, 2013


On display in the museum was this model built entirely of toothpicks by someone who clearly had too much time on his hands.  Anyway, ahead of me was a cute little girl of perhaps thirteen summers who looked at the model briefly then turned to a docent and asked, "Why didn't they use colored toothpicks?"

The gentleman  had a look on his face which clearly indicated he had never before heard such a question, nor did he seem to have a ready response in his repertoire.

The placard indicated that the construction required 85,000 toothpicks.
Bigify for detail.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Back. For How Long?

I have not been able to post here since early April.  Yet as mysteriously as the "works" disappeared they have now reappeared.

There may be some elves at Blogger who enjoy messing with our heads.  You may recall that vanilla had a similar experience earlier this year.

So I am back, but there are no promises that posting will occur with any regularity.  One has to have a thought in his head before he can write, you know.