I thought about the recent days and the many different ways that I have spent my waking time living this life so sublime doing what I like to do most of the time without a clue with no one else to tell me wrong I breeze through life like a song knowing the words and humming the tune as the saying goes over the moon with the people I know here at the park always ready for a lark drive fifty miles to go to a show drink some beer and dance real slow or hop around as the music speeds and those of us with clumsy feet need lots of room or we will trip over ourselves as we feel hip so we stand in one place and move real slow just to put on our own show and let the dancers do their thing swinging by like birds on a wing.
I was sitting here with thoughts to spare just wondering how much to share with others who might feel as I do who like me may have no clue on what it is or how we should be to change the way and set us free but alas there’s little time left until along comes Mr. Death reaching out to take our soul and life back to his dirty black hole leaving us but an empty shell no beating heart and no farewell as death can come in many ways and add to that another new phase as Covid 19 strikes the land taking many with it to turn to sand leaving those of us that are left behind worrying about our state of mind and if we will be next on the list or will we be spared with others to assist helping get through these troubled times waiting until the Covid declines and things can return to normality and we reappear for others to see that it was not our turn on Death’s list at least for a while is our wish goodness knows that life is too short without extra challenges of which we know nought enough of this morbidity I am alive and happy to see that the sun is shining and it’s a great day I think that I should go out and play along with the dogs whose worries are small food, love and playtime accounts for it all sometimes I wish that I was a dog with a human that loves me and thinks I’m a god and the best thing that happened to him or to her and pats my head and grooms my fur and tells me what a good boy without fail and takes me for walks out on the trail but then I come back to normality and look around at what I see happy that I am alive and the sun is shining and I survived at least I can say up to today and hopefully it will stay this way but one of these days my number will fall and I will regret as I answer the call…
I fear the world has gone quite mad making me feel so very sad remembering the way it used to be although we have never been truly free there have always been wars of different kinds between nations and countries all looking to find a way to take the others land and enslave the people by their command other countries then join the fight knowing that if they add their might they can end a bloody war so things can return to the way before but people still have many concerns even if normality returns because what caused the problem remains and people look for someone to blame to change the system to a different way so whoever is hurt can have their say not every fight ends in a war sometimes returning just as before other times talking can help the cause with both sides ready to take a pause and work things out in a friendly way by letting each other have their say it matters not the color of the skin for fighting a war is a mortal sin people die or get hurt and suffer the pain sometimes never to be well again we should all be equal and not be ignored except when our natural abilities afford to get ahead by working hard enjoy the fruits of our effort and not be marred by those who are jealous about our success doing everything they can to put us under duress this world we live in is a funny old place with mankind trying to end the race it’s as though we decided that it is time and the life we thought of as so sublime is now coming down around our ears filling us all with terrible fears we may be looking to proclaim it is time for man to accept the blame that he is not worthy of this place as are none of us in the human race as we do not know how to get along or live with Nature and that is wrong and when the last of us departs Nature remains with all of her smarts and she will not mourn that we are gone but instead will sing her loudest song as the last of us returns to dust just as she always knew we must.
As many of you are well aware I lead a different life that I share with two little dogs that are a pair of troublemakers of the worst possible kind as they rule the roost, and they find that they can do whatever they like as long it does not mean a fight between them or with me because we are a family they get on very well indeed with the Sandy the female taking the lead and Mikey and I go where she walks where the best smells that to her nose talks and if she finds the perfect smell she raises her leg for others to tell that she has been here and left her mark be aware you others don’t try to park as this property is in her name marked by her as part of the game. It can be said she’s a bossy bitch and Mikey and I sometimes find a niche and sticking together like good buddies do let her have her way for we have no clue as to what it is that we did wrong that caused her to bark along we really mostly get on well as we live together our lives do dwell walking several times a day for exercise and a lot of play wandering around with all of the smells that only a dogs nose can possibly tell.
My Friend BJ striding it out at Bastrop State Park,
I had a visitor today my friend from Bastrop but she did not stay she happened to be in town and stopped by and the very reason why is she had some marmalade for me taken from her own pantry that she had made as she often does with her own special touch and lots of love she sometimes includes me when she makes jam knowing just how fond I am for breakfast on toast is always the best two slices at least passes the test and then I have to put it away saving the rest for another day I really appreciate my friend for including me and I recommend that if she ever offers to you you jump at the chance for a bite or two of the wonderfuls jams and jellies she makes her talent for cooking is really no fake and if she was more inclined could sell her wares to human kind but I am lucky just like Sam who is my friends long suffering Old Man as they have been married many a year and they hold each other dear I would too given the chance not because I want a romance and not with any disrespect as my reasons have no effect but to share the jelly and food as my friends cooking is really that good.
Another month has come and gone and now the next will follow on from one to the other in the blink of an eye as the days slip quickly by
And with every passing day our lives are slowly slipping away and the countdown clock has been switched on tick tocking away with our final song.
From the moment we are born into this world so small and forlorn we each have a clock the length of our lives stating how long we will survive
We are each assigned a length of time to live in this world that we find divine and when that clock has counted down back to the dirt are bodies are found.
I have this friend who called to say that he is ready to work away at replacing the stone out in the front and would I come to show him how it should be done.
I asked him “Why do you want it gone. What is wrong with it that it needs to be changed”? He thought for a bit and then replied, “My girlfriend doesn’t like it there and as it’s her house, what can I do except as she really wants me to”.
I answered him and said,” Well, if that’s the case who am I to stand in the way. I’ll be round tomorrow and then we can start, removing the old stone and stacking it high into my trailer better I say, I’ll help with your project and show how it’s done and you can be the number one man with the shovel and do the hard work and I will plan and make sure you don’t shirk any of the stuff she wants you to do”.
So I showed up with BMW X5, towing my trailer behind and George had a friend helping him work. He said “I’m Abel and I’m helping George level the sand and place the new bricks into place to fix it up and make it look good just the way we know we should”.
I said, “How do you do, we can do with your help. Here, let’s lay out the square using this metal edge and then when we’re through you and George can help load my trailer this day as back to my house where I will stop to unload the rock”.
But first I had to get close to the pile of rock that I wanted them to load. They both helped direct me to where I should drive the car and the trailer with one on each side. One would say”Left” and wiggle his hands The other said “Right” with all of his might I knew that between them we were not going far so I ignored them both and used all of my skill to back that trailer back up the hill until I had it where it needed to be.
It took longer to back the trailer between the trees and bushes that were in the way not counting the poor directions I had than it did to load out the trailer that day.
I bid them goodbye as they started to work on leveling sand and replacing the dirt for the base must be level, no hollows or hills in order to lay stone without using fill.
For not only do they want the stone to look good not Abel or I want George to feel sad with the wrath of his girlfriend for he is the one that will suffer this day if it’s not done the way she envisions, straight and true to enhance her house so she too can feel proud.
Contemporary resort geometric stone tile walkway with repeating pattern 2 (Photo credit: Brian Reynolds)
Tomorrow I plan on going back to reload my trailer with more of the rock and take a look at the work they have done and to cast my very experienced eye with suggestions to make if it doesn’t fly in the eyes of the boss-lady with the final word as she is the one that we need to please if George is to live in any kind of peace.
She knows that I’m kidding or I hope that she does because unreasonable she is not and she knows how hard it can be working out in the heat of 90 plus degrees. At a job where the workers are doing their best in conditions and work that has put us all to the test.
I live in an RV having sold my home to be free of having to keep such a large space for me and my two little mates
My friends all said to me are you really going to live in an RV it is so small and has no space please do not make a decision in haste
By then it was way too late as I had already sealed my fate and into the RV did move as both of my little dogs approved
Now several years have past each one better than the last because it is plain to see that we like living in an RV
We no longer travel far and wide enjoying the wonderful countryside instead we are parked permanently just me and the dogs in our RV.
Our home is Henly RV Park a wonderful place even in the dark with colored lights to shine the way making it seem as bright as day.
With sixty-five RV’s living here some come and go making it clear that not all are here to stay and those that remain live their way
The park is a beautiful site as Daniel and Malinda keep everything right grass is mowed the bathrooms are clean and the picture it shows is a wonderful scene.
The residents that live here full time have found the park so sublime that they have made it their permanent home living in their RV no longer to roam.
I am one of those lucky few with a permanent place that I value a lot of people I call friends hoping their friendship never ends.
Daniel and Malinda are the hosts whose goal in life is to tell the most jokes to see which story gets the biggest laughs none would pass a polygraph
Malinda rules the park with an iron thumb her word is law and second to none and if other guests are like me we approach her on bended knee
Daniel is of a different kind keeping the park so sublime mowing the grass and blowing the leaves stopping to chat to whoever he please.
Both will go out of their way to be kind and help any camper who they may find has a blocked pipe or water won’t flow using their wisdom the camper to show
Then the parties they host at their RV when Daniel barbecues its plain to see that he has found his calling in life helped along by his wonderful wife.
She mixes the drinks of all different kinds and gives to the ladies who find them sublime while the men stick to beer in an attempt to stay sober enough to walk back to their tents
Then there is Gary so tall and straight a helpful man and never late with stories told in a quiet tone don’t listen to them if you are alone.
One of the women of the group is Delores who has been known to stoop so low while mixing food in a bowl her private parts mixed a casserole.
Let’s not forget the wonderful girls that drive school bus a couple of pearls both with humor to share around a nicer couple can never be found.
There are others that come and go at not every party do they show but they add to the fun with stories so real that their inner self they often reveal.
These wonderful friends make the days so bright when they are around, they turn on the light of friendship and fun and stories galore and we roll on the ground screaming for more
I consider myself a lucky man with friends like this that I had not planned but fate has a way of rolling the dice and sometimes with luck things turn out nice.
Years ago, I owned a house the place I lived with a spouse who had left the house for pastures new telling me that I hadn’t a clue of knowing what she wanted from me and said goodbye and was history.
She left me the house where I lived being nice and not wanting to give me more problems than I had even though I was feeling sad thankful for a place to live a single man with no love to give with a broken heart I lived my life knowing there would be no more wives.
That was thirty-one years ago and a bachelor I stayed but not for show as love for me was a losing game that part would never be the same although I dated once or twice and those ladies were very nice love for me was totally gone and so I just carried on.
The dogs and cats who shared my life more than made up for not having a wife living the life of a bachelor free with my pets for company money to spend any way I see fit sharing with no one not one little bit and although my life was not the same I was no longer a part of the dating game.
If I sound like a bitter old man maybe that’s because it’s what I am three strikes and out as the saying goes any love, I have left I cannot show as I tried three times to become a part and ended each time with a broken heart and in the end had no love left to give mattering not who I was with.
Now I am too old to share or to think of even an affair way too set in my ways and on how I spend my days selfish to the very core giving less and expecting more no longer the man I used to be and dating women is history.
I live alone with two little dogs we go out walking and sometimes we jog as we stroll around each day meeting people along the way we come and go with nary a care back in the RV we sometimes share food that I have for them a treat as like all dogs they like to eat.
Am I sad that a Batchelor me with no woman to keep me company a part of me says that I am another part says it’s all a scam and that women are trouble as we all know and it’s just their beauty that they show that traps the man and before very long he is hearing her siren song and his manhood is gone as is his life all because he wanted a wife.
We wandered around as we usually do in what direction we had no clue wherever Miss Sandy wanted to go with me and Mikey along in tow she dragged us here and then over there using her nose with scents so clear that to me did not exist I pulled and tugged but she did persist and in that direction we would all go for her to explore what her nose did show
Mikey does his share of using his nose but where she goes he too must go to smell the same smells but different to him as both are driven on a whim as maybe they can interpret the smell a boy or a girl they can they both tell a wondrous world of sights and sounds add to the smells which their world abounds while us humans are stuck with what we can see our scents not defined as incredibly.
In many ways it can be said that a dog’s life though short is not misread they love the people that treat them well and truth be known would go through hell to look after the ones they love the most guarding and loving at their post protecting the ones that with their lives in days gone by helping to survive but now just a pet sharing a home never wanting to be alone.
BeBe in the middle of the jungle that is my garden.
One of my little dogs got sick and was moping around and not herself so for a couple of days I checked and waited in the hope that a trip to the Vet’s would not a necessity be in order to bring her back to health.
Alas for it was not to be as she did not improve with time if anything her condition got worse and out of bed she refused to climb eating she stopped which is not her way as one thing she always did a lot was to finish her food and look for more even though in the end I stopped giving her extra as weight she was adding to her little body it did not look good so like Weight Watchers, my little dog on a diet was placed and her treats were rationed and replaced with more exercise of which she enjoyed as she would chase after her toys.
This was done some time ago so I knew it had nothing to do with her currently not feeling well so something else was the problem here. I picked up the phone and called my Vet and Cyndi recognized my name “How are you today” she politely asked “and what is it we can do for you?”
For those of you who have followed my tales will remember when I wrote about another of my pets, Mini who unfortunately was beyond our help and sadly we had to say goodbye and I took her home and buried her deep as she sleeps her everlasting sleep next to her friend Manley.
Both are buried in the yard out in the garden so peaceful and still with small statues of their breed above to watch over them until others will join them for that is the way I like to remember all of my pets who over the years have been faithful to me so that we do not forget.
BeBe
An appointment I made with Cyndi that day and Be Be and I went on our way to visit our friends at the Veterinary Clinic so that Dr Vargas could check and see what he thought was wrong with Be Be.
Diagnosing an illness in a pet is a lot more difficult that one would expect as animals have no way to help and it’s the skill of the Doctor that will find out what is troubling the animal and given the signs in this case teeth cleaning was top of the list followed by an ultrasound of her tummy to see if her gall bladder was infected as the Doctor suspected that in all probability that’s what the problem would be.
So with heavy heart my little friend I did leave in the hopes that everything would turn out OK as complications have been known to set in any time that surgery is performed.
Dr. Vargas diagnosis proved correct as her gall bladder was a terrible mess all cloudy and messy where it should be clean and clear for the Doctor to see that it’s removal was needed in order for Be Be to start to feel better and her old self to be.
Later that day Dr. Vargas did call to give me the news that Be Be was fine and that overnight she would need to stay in order to recover from the way her small body would take the shock of losing a part whether needed or not.
The next day to the Office happily I did drive because my friend was very much alive and waiting for me to pick her up and take her home so that she could be back with her extended family who at the door did welcome her back and sniffed around as if to say “Glad your here, do you plan to stay?”
Keeping the critters out
Be Be is her old self again, trucking around the yard and sniffing the ground recognizing the smells of her special places as she runs with Richie as the two of them go, hunting for rats but settling instead on lizards and frogs on their short legs just acting like dogs and guarding the place as the sign says.
One week later we had to return so a check of Be Be’s health could be made. This time Dr. Hurwitz checked her and declared that she was recovering just as he said.
Dr Hurwitz and I go back a long way as my Vet he has been for many years even when I was still married then he treated our pets although different ones and that was almost 20 years ago as time marches and does not go slow.
My friends at the Vets have come through again working their magic for those who I care making them feel better and helping me through the difficult times Dr’s. Hurwitz, Donop, Varga have all been involved in some special way with my group of pets, helped by others who in no particular order Jillian and Shannon, Cyndi and Trish, Pam and Jeremy are who I can name, there may be more of this I am not sure but my thanks goes out to one and all.
With recognition and thanks to Austin Veterinary Diagnostic Hospital at Oak Springs in Austin, Texas
I opened up a can of worms for daring to suggest that women would the masters be somewhere that is best left for time to decide but one thing I am sure that men regardless of the fight will masters be no more.
For those of you who do not believe you only need to look at what is happening in your home your maleness that you took for granted is in doubt as your wife is finding you out and is questioning things more and more, things that were never questioned before as in the early days of marital bliss there was nothing that was amiss but now the honeymoon has gone and with it the strengths that you relied on.
All over the world this fight goes on, women are demanding more and yet some men without a doubt do not intend for women to flout anything they may have won in their fight for it is not done nor is it finished just barely begun.
In countries that more modern be the fight is about equality equal pay for equal work advancement that is earned in kind by the brilliance of her mind and not because a number she to fill a quota or worse yet to satisfy some other cause that in the end will prove too difficult for her to tend.
Equal pay for equal work:
Some men want things to remain the same as second class citizens every one their place is at home babies to mind, they should not be out where others can find that they have views and opinions too and in many cases speak the truth of what women can give in this masculine world as they advance with flags unfurled.
Those men fear the thing I wrote that women sometime eventually will be the leaders in society and those same men fear the worst as no longer control they will have in the lives of these women who are their wives.
Rise up you men and take your place and decide where you are in this race are you satisfied the way things are, do you wish less aggressive your wife to be would you like her to act more romantically and forget this nonsense she has in her mind to take over the world and be one of a kind or would you prefer that a leader she be to take over from you in eternity as the head of the house, Queen of her throne as she is the leader of you and your home.
Whatever you want it matters not as women will take their place in this world and regardless of any fight you may have the women will win and you will become, the second class citizen to their number one.
The outcome of such a stupendous event of women in charge is that men will relent in their claim to be masters and in fact will be nothing more than servants and chattels and at the same time their bidding will do without complaint or malice as only too glad are they to be included in this new day.
As I think back on my life, my thoughts turn to the wives of whom I shared time. There were three of them in all and each one with a fatal flaw of character so strong that it caused differences between me and them and made it difficult to live together as man and wife and still not get into too much strife.
It would not be fair for me to say that these women are all to blame for in all honesty I was just as guilty too and that I did my share of arguing the same with them for fear that dominant they would become and my role as man would change and our life together was no more than one of servitude.
I think way back when around that time I began to recognize that there is more to a woman than looking so fine, not just a body beautiful and strong nor nights of bliss so divine I recognize now the strength of her mind.
Wife number three changed my views and things were different with the news that no longer was I head of house or sole breadwinner for my spouse pointed out many times that her salary was equal to mine. My wife wanted more of a say in the way things were run from day-to-day and slowly but surely did become at least in our house, number one
I don’t know why I’m writing this as I did not intend to be so down after all, life is good for me and I should say I would not want it any other way with wives long gone and no more grief I am the one in the driver’s seat.
With not even a wife, to add to the strife they are experts at double meanings. On the one hand beauty and joy can they bring to a man in moments of song at other times if they do not agree, they can make life a misery as with their subtleties of thought and deed, they make it difficult to proceed in a normal and objective way.
There are times it’s true to say when I wish it had turned out a different way Women I like to be around and yet I have not found anything better than the love they offer and the care and the comfort in times of bliss but needless to say it’s not always like this and then I think of the other side where meekness and agreement no longer reside as women have come way too far for this and the days gone by that used to be bliss are now nothing but a memory, dreaming of things that used to be and things will never be the same as women have developed both their brain and their mind to the degree that Man no longer equal can be.
They do not use physical force as at that they would probably lose as man is the stronger most of the time but what they do is play with his mind and life can be so uncomfortable then that the male will usually give in and without a single blow being struck, the woman has got her way again to add to her list of battles won all with the subtleties of her mind.
Now take that action on a grander scale and have women of the world prevail in larger conflicts other than home and have them collectively speak out against all that is wrong in this world today.
Only then in such a way that the men who may be physically strong will realize they do not belong and are not in the same league as women who have banded together not to play but with thought alone and no physical action the women can rule not just the home but further their horizons will spread until the men eventually will admit that second class citizens they have become as women with their minds alone will be masters of this world as one. This is way in the future it has to be said not in my lifetime for I will be dead but the action most feared by man will arrive and women will be top dogs and survive.
Fear not for man will still have his use as the kids of the world they will help reproduce and be a stay at home Moms and look after the house and do the chores as meek as a mouse to soccer practice the kids they will drive while the women will be keeping them alive and all this will happen to mankind because women have the stronger mind and have learned the power of its use as collectively they took over man until he in turn, answered to them.
In the future a new struggle will evolve the reverse of the one happening now men will be looking for equality as women will the bosses be and men will emulate the women of old for their position in life to find and in the world the men will try to dominate woman the way they used to in a different day.
Women on the other hand will be the masters of all they can see and conflicts between Nations will cease as women agree where men just fought until the time when one woman will change her mind and disagree with the others around and back we will be in conflict this time no longer in harmony.
As women who now rule mankind will not be satisfied until they find a way to rule each others minds.
The weather here is acting strange looking as though it is going to rain and then the clouds all blow through leaving us without any dew as we desperately need some of the rain so that the plants and grass remain and not die for lack of the stuff as here in Texas there is never enough.
Summers are hot at one hundred degrees and moisture is scarce not enough to please and things turn brown and slowly die off all because not enough of the stuff but Texas plants have learned to adapt and need little moisture and that it a fact and the humans make up for lack of the stuff by drinking beer which is more than enough.
On this they survive all summer long and everyone can sing you a song although the words may be slurred and unclear because the beer is making them fear that out of control, they are which is true as a drunken Texan has not a clue.
I Gotta get me one of those watering cans and the girl to operate it.
It’s amazing how busy a person can be working on something of interest to them Gardening has that effect on me and even though nothing major was planned I can find a myriad of “stuff” to do some of which by themselves are chores but coupled with all of the interesting things, the tasks are really no longer a bore.
There are always things that need to be done and cleaning filters is just one of the many things that it takes, to keep the ponds healthy for the fish keeping water clear so they can survive for it’s my job to keep them alive.
Another thing that I need to do is water the plants or they will die especially as summer does progress as this is Texas and we all know that it is only a matter of time before the temperature reaches one hundred and five
Earlier this week, a project I planned to install soaker hoses in the areas with plants. To my favorite store, a trip I did make to purchase the pieces I thought I would need. Lengths of hoses and timers and other odd things, the project to build just like in my dreams for the planning of this was done at night, just before I turned out the light and in my mind, I had it worked out. In the morning after I woke I scribbled it down so as not to lose track of all of the ideas that I had planned to make the garden easier to maintain so instead of waiting for it to rain, the timers come on every two days and carefully water with much less waste than I would take if in my haste, I did not enough attention pay and some of the water ran away.
I found the work a lot of fun but that is because I really enjoy piecing together the different parts and if for some reason things don’t fit the brain kicks in and does its bit by working out a different way to assemble the pieces like the original plan and maybe not exactly the same but the end result is what matters the most, getting water to plants to keep them alive as soon it might be a hundred and five as our Texas summer begins to bear down and day after day one thing we know most, that Texas is hot and it won’t be long that even people like me who like it hot, will inside be writing in this blog.
The project is finished and now all that it takes is to keep an eye on the plants for goodness sake, as they will show if enough water is reaching their roots and if they can produce young green shoots that will tell me that success is ours. Instead, if things shrivel, turn brown and start to look bad, this time I will not be sad as adjustments are needed to our design so as to keep everything in line and to follow our original plan, getting water to ALL of the plants in time.
I gotta get me one of those watering cans and a lady to operate it…
This is the place that I call home a place where I am never alone so many campers just like me together we are company.
We each live in our separate RV’s all different and all made to please as we each have our own tastes or the need for the extra space.
Some are here for a couple of days before they move along the way to wherever they have planned to go in a hurry or sometimes slow.
Others like me are here to stay no more travelling along the way for us those days are all long gone and we stay here and not move on.
I fill my days with walking the dogs and every day I write in the blog narrating things that happened that day or incidents along the way. of the people we met and the dogs we did pet some of whom we will never forget
This is really a lazy life one. I live without a wife just me two dogs and an RV spending our days living it free. with lots of friends all living the same love this life we all exclaim.
I sat here with nothing to do with an empty mind that had not a clue on which direction I should go and look busy even just for show I really had no pressing things that needed my time which has its own wings flying by at an incredible rate rushing towards an unknown fate of one thing I can be sure I am not yet at death’s door
I may be old and lived a few years through good times and bad and shed a few tears along the way as we go through life which also has had its share of strife as we live each day just as they come counting them off one by one looking to see what the next day will bring as we awake such a glorious thing.
I have also had my share of love with beautiful young women of whom I spoke about in loving terms until they no longer had the yearn for me as company for the rest of their days and we parted and went separate ways after three tries at the marriage thing I gave it up as just a bad fling
I am happy for those that can make it work as quite obviously I had a quirk that stopped me being the perfect man for them even though it was not the plan I wanted real bad to make it a go but every time I was not able to show just how much I really cared for them so we parted ways in the end
Today I live a bachelor life one of which has no strife living alone with my two little dogs choosing to do even though they are boss as everything revolves around their needs and they in turn try hard to please as we go out for walks around the park people stop to talk and sometimes they bark and in the end it is just we three living our life through eternity.
Its raining in my backyard-Hooray (Photo credit: aussiegall)
I could not believe my ears, is that rain I hear beating down I look out the window and yes I can see that raining it is upon the ground.
I walk outside just to make sure as Nature has fooled us before but this time with good intent, the heavens opened and the rain came out as Nature spread it all around.
It came down so fast upon the ground which could not absorb it all quickly it began to run in torrents to the lower spots and filling those continued on as fast as it could travel down the hill.
I walked to the garden’s end to seek the part aptly named Murmuring Creek and watched as what was lawn and green is now a raging torrent of rushing water as it flows on by.
Through my yard and to the next and on through the neighborhood the water flows as water should when it rains so goldarned good.
Down hills and gullies and gaining speed carrying with it anything that it collects along the way and dumping it to some place new so that others may see the high water mark left by the debris.
People are standing with arms outstretched as though to give thanks for what they see and feel as they stand out in the rain getting soaked but caring not as the rain falls on them and then upon the ground.
It’s not hard to see what rain can mean to so many who have been without for quite a while as it causes them to smile as the rain keeps on coming down.
Who ever would have given it a thought that in my long past history the country I left all of those years ago mainly because it did always rain and sunshine was a welcome sight.
Now in Texas I do live and sunshine is the normal thing so when it rains we all rejoice and cheerfully accept the fact that once in a while through the year it will rain and we’ll be back to mowing grass and weeding too as the rain will make things grow and seem like everything is new.
I never thought all those years ago just how much my life would slow as the years have quickly passed hoping that it would not be the last to find myself where we are today and thinking back at lifes play.
When I was a much younger man with a life ahead that I had planned hoping things would work the way I wanted them to day by day never thinking far down the road at the life that I had chose.
Time passed as it always does and the life slipped by in such a rush and before I knew I was middle aged and felt I had not turned the page was still a young man in my mind and growing old was not yet time.
More time was gone and before I knew my working days were becoming few and thoughts of retirement came to the fore and I could not wait to close that door to spend the remainder of my days doing things in my own way.
I awoke one day and with a jolt that hit me like a thunderbolt my life was coming to an end the time I had left how would I spend and at the age of eighty three decided that it would be in an RV.
And so my life took a new turn as in an RV I started to learn the joys of living a simple life not hampered by having a wife who would probably have a different view of the life that I would choose.
So now I live a quiet life in an RV free from strife with very few worries from day to day no longer travelling along the way here to stay in one place living life at my slow pace.
I have a lot of friends here in this park who stop and chat to create the spark of having companions who live the same older folks who have played the game and like me have chosen this life living it slow with little strife.
Who knows what the future may bring it does not matter as we have had our fling living what we had as a life maybe with or without a wife my two little dogs are my best friends and we will love each other to the end.
Everything is turning green as we look forward to the Spring another winter has come and gone and we are still here to carry on living in this wonderful world enjoying Nature as she unfurls the trees are starting to turn green driven by forces to us unseen just like someone pulled a switch as Spring arrives without a hitch.
Last year Spring arrived very late and winter remained its toll to take with ice and snow and freezing rain we would never be the same but true to form Mother Nature came through and cleared the snow as the warm winds blew and things turned green as new growth occurred with Nature’s flag that she unfurled and once again as the countryside changed the prettiest site Nature has arranged.
