Winter wheat and springtime beauty.

It was such a nice day I pull into a farmer's field under a big oak tree and had a picnic, me and my two companions Taco and Rambo you remember Taco is a brown and black chihuahua, Rambo is my yorkie. Rambo has the heart of a lion and the body of a mouse. Taco is more of a lover than a fighter. I have a box on the passenger seat so they can see out. Rambo gets the window seat , Taco is happy watching the world go by.

It's a beautiful day, warm with a nice southern breeze. I look out over the wheat field, the wind is blowing the still green wheat that has reached its full growth soon to turn brown for the June picking. The wind sends ripples through the field, I was parked on a small rise so the sight was quite amazing. This feeling of  complete contentment certainly made my day, by far the highlight. After watching the wheat field for quite a while. I decided to read a few chapters my book. Rambo and Taco are settled into their naps chasing butterflies. Time passes quickly, doesn't matter I'm retired and can spend my days doing anything I wish. For a couple hours there was no aches, pains, time didn't matter, only the feeling of the moment, peacefully reminding me there are still moments that do matter still. I was thinking "a ice cream cone would go good about know." I get one at Burger King for fifty cents, do you believe that, nothing better than a good deal, reminding me of yesteryear. Me, Taco, and Rambo have ice cream, whoo-wee! We take a little ride, with the windows down, smells of freshly mowed grass and flowers. Damn! is this heaven? Reality sets in as I pull in my driveway, grass needs mowing. "I think I'll trade Rambo and Taco in for a couple goats, let them chomp my grass."I take them into the safety of my house, Rambo's so small a Hawk might mistake him for a rat and have lunch.

I'm not in the mood to mow my grass, that's how I get my exercise, push mowing. I thought about buying a new mower the kind that's self propelled, then decided, I mow so slow it might be too fast for an old man like me, besides the extra exercise is good for me. I sit outside enjoying the day watching Taco and Rambo playing. The mowing gets pushed back as I read some more. Finally a couple hours before dark with the sun is on its downward slide I get to pushing. No need to hurry, I'm retired, all my life rush, rush, rush. Now its take my time, there's always another day, read another chapter, pet the dog, sip ice tea. When I was in the workforce we would get a fifteen minute break every two hours, NOW, I work fifteen minutes and take a two hour break. The Life of Riley you know. Before you know it, it's almost dark, time to go in and watch Grey's Anatomy. No news shows for me! I'm over that shite! Hog wash, pork barreling, dung slinging, all bull, bull, bull! and more bull, instead of Washington D. C. I call it "The Stockyards."

A shower, a sandwich, two dogs on my lap relaxed as one can get. I wish every day could be like today, and "make it so" just like John Luke Piccard would say.

Grey's Anatomy and Me!

It's late at night I wish to see where my brain is. Nighttime medicines are dissolving in my belly, intestines, or . . . whatever the procedure is.

I have become addicted to the show Grey's Anatomy, I watched many of the episodes with my wife when they were originally aired. I was not excited about it but since she was I made an attempt.

Years of factories and a fast paced life, makes it hard to really slow down and smell the roses, no, no, that's not how I want to phrase it. Damn it the words escape me.

The medical problem I was dealt on September, 17, 2014 was a real awakening. It slowed me way down physically and eventually mentally. Unfortunately the physical slow down was immediate, the mental state took quite a spell. I use to read the paper, watch television, and talk to my wife at the same time. Trying to do all this simultaneously something has to give. I did not use close captioning then. Anyway you see my point, I truly wasn't paying attention to the television. I was aware she loved the show, it did not seem to be my cup of tea. It did not take much brain power to enjoy the shows I use to watch, add my lack of hearing, well now I was not receiving all that I need to receive to fire all me synapses and emotions in order to understand.

My two favorite shows at this time in my life are House and Grey's Anatomy which are popular in reruns. Grey's Anatomy has 4 shows every afternoon on the Lifetime network. House is on the Universal network. I have been able to watch Grey's Anatomy starting from the very beginning, a must do to truly appreciate the characters and what's going on. I still have a working V. C. R. unit with a D. V. D. player purchased in 2012. I simply record and watch at my leisure. Your probably saying to yourself "you old fart why don't you just use the play features on your cable system like the rest of the world?" I could, but why pay $2.99 per episode when I can do it for FREE!

I use the headphones and close captioning when I watch the show now. My mind is totally focusing on the show, man oh man! it sure is amazing what you are aware of if you're using all your faculties. Although my faculties are old and deteriorated I can get the most out of them. Example is when using the headphones I can get all the secondary sounds and music which add much to the overall enjoyment. It is also nice to speed through the commercials.

Wow-za my mind has gone fuzzy from me meds, whatever happens here on out, might be fun. Very few shows do I watch on the BooB tube. I use to watch the news, but I no longer get any enjoyment, depends on what network you watch. Its all about ratings and damn . . . news ainna news no more it's pure shite! I gain more knowledge watching Sponge Bob! I'm not going down the road of politics where it always ends in the swamp.

My mind is almost gone. I don't use alcohol haven't in 20 years. I'll admit to liking the feeling it gives you and see why people are addicted. Right now it feels as though I've had a few. I reckon that's 'bout all for today as my monitor is getting hard to see. I'm currently reading a book called The Symbol, one of them Dan Brown books. It's an easy read and I go get lunch and read some each day. My eyes like the sunlight, age thing you know! My last book was about the pilot who was able to land the plane in a New York river, Captain Sully Sullenberger, another easy read but quite compelling. I don't read much anymore, I need new glasses but find if I read with the aid of sunlight everything is clear.   Oh well that's enough, "Happy trails to you, until we meet again" Roy Rogers use to say that at the end of his television show, Red Skeleton said "may God bless."  Glen says "goodnight my friends."

I don't look in the mirror anymore.

That's not me, can't be ... what has living done to me? The shell I don't recognize, the soul's still the same. Why? My heart, my mind, forever young. That hurts, it really does! I find myself staying in bed longer each day, no reason to rise. Snug under my covers not moving a muscle, no aches, no pains, sweet dreams, better than reality. I live a fuller when my imagination runs amuck. Sometimes I wish not to not wake. I live for my dreams that are beyond words. The emotions so full take me away, there I truly live and feel. One cannot understand, unless you've been there.

Life takes its toil on everyone, no one can escape the slowly tightening grip through age. I feel so limited, by what my body is able to do. I'm not alone, I find little comfort in knowing age creates the same curse to all.

Just a thought, not enough to be considered a post. Oh well it's my beddy-bye-time, sweet dreams........

I SHOULD A KNOWN BETTER (conclusion)

Where was I? It's been six months since the first part of this post, six months a mere sniffle in time, seems to me anymore.  Never one for regular dental visits, pain however overrides fear, in my book anyway. I open the Dentist's door, deep breathes, fear placed on the back burner. Almost instantaneously I find my body hovering above the dental chair. (A wee joke, you see, hovering instead of sitting.) X-rays confirm the damage. Infection, bridge broken, filling pulled out. Why should my teeth be good when the rest of my body is a scrapyard. I leave with a prescription of antibiotics, scheduled to come back in a month after the infection clears up. WHATT!  No pain pills! Other people get pain pills, why not me? Thi old man is in pain, what do you have to do to get pain pills. I suppose old people must suffer while others get their addiction quota!

One of the many, many things I have been learned the hard way in my many, many years. (I kind of like that last sentence.) Why pray tell do you have wisdom at the end of your life, than earlier when you most need it? Any way, "As your teeth goes so does your health." So it seems, so it goes, so I have read.

Before I could leave, actually while I was still in the dental chair a plan of attack for repairing my teeth, wrong . . . I want them suckers pulled!

While getting x-rays the insurance person was keeping busy with my plan and payment for the rest.  What pray tell does ones do without insurance? Suffer I'd reckon! My wife uses our part of our yearly allowance on our dental plan, tain't much, but better than nothing!

Next visit to the house of discomfort. I was sweating before I walk through the door, gonna pull 10 teeth today. Wowza, that seems like a lot o teeth, yes it does! My mind were made up and I be ready! Lord have mercy! Pulling, cracking, sounds like some kind of grinding. I was afraid I was going to pee my pants! He was doing some stitching, what the hell did he do? I must have some gushing of the red stuff! Yikes just when I think I'm at the end of my rope, the magic words are said "DONE" I mutter or at least I attempt to mutter "bathroom." I'm normally light headed, but with my head tilted back for what seemed like eternity, I was woos-ier than normal, yep! I have to climb some steps being as how their rooms of terror are in the basement, thinking "that ought to be fun!" After what was several minutes of emptying my bladder, pressure equalizes. I see the damage, meaning the money it was going to cost me after the insurance pays. I bob and weave to my SUV. I have in my hand a prescription for hydrocodone, yee haw! Hi-ho-hi-ho off to the drug store I go! I did not want to wait so I told them "my wife will pick them up in a few hours." I was feeling no pain AT THE MOMENT. By the time I got my pain pills it felt like 10 tiny people were a jackhammering on each tooth!  What a day! Pain eases but the bleeding won't stop. I go to bed and wake up choking, blood all over me and my blanker, lordy, lordy! I go to the Dentist office first thing. Doctor Dentist says "put tea bags on it." I'm thinking "he must have a screw loose!" I thought maybe more stitches, but tea bags, bloody tea bags! So I get my tea bags and they done the trick.

Next visit he checks my gums, The next visit 6 front teeth are pulled and my upper dentures are placed in, no problem with bleeding.

Yep! I should a known better and took better care of my teeth. You know there are a lotta things in life that we should a known better. Oh well! I'LL JUST CREEP ALONG WITH MY CANE UNTIL "THE BIG ONE HITS" AS RED FOX USED TO SAY"   

NOTHING

I know it's been awhile. From October of last year seems only a couple weeks in Glen's time. I shall make an attempt at where my mind has been a roll out any and everything that comes gushing out of my head. I made fun of my mother who is in here late eighties. I questioned here one day as we were4 sitting on here front porch on a beautiful 80 degree June afternoon. Momma I ask "what are you thinking about?" She replies "nothing, absolutely nothing." Like the pesky son that I am, I did not like "nothing" for an answer. Ya see I have been trying for a couple years now to get inside her mind, I wanted stories of her life which I intended to post her on Glenview. She would say, "I don't remember." I found that unsatisfactory, ya see she a smart woman who was dealt a bad hand in her life, stuck with a joker as a husband, she still rode the hand out as ones of her generation did. Growing up during the 30's, or "the great depression as they would say." Almost every time after trying to get her to open up she would say "you'll have to ask Marvin." Her younger brother. Well now, I did not want to hear it from Marvin! I wanted it from the horse's mouth you see. I wished to open the flood gates, hoping to have stories gushing out like the floods of springtime.

I asked her "didn't you go to school in a two room schoolhouse where children would go until the eighth grade?" "Yes" she replied. Not quite the answer I had hoped for! The only other facts I got out of her was, it had outdoor bathrooms and a hand pump for water, seems everybody carried one of them fold up metal cups for retrieving water. This is the type of facts I wished for the form the foundation of stories about yesteryear, as told through my momma's mind. Imagine a two room red brick schoolhouse which was the mainstay of the country school system back the. Many of these structures were still standing in my younger days. Few remain, a handful still stand, a vivid reminder to those who know what they was once used for. A solid structure, outhouses, a well. WELL, seems a teaching young minds were a might simpler back then! She, like her father were hard working doers not talkers. Imagination, playing, having fun, did not fit into her life per what little I know of her upbringing. She the oldest child was buried deep in chores and hard work. Being big sis to four siblings was foremost in her formative years. Her mother was a small sickly woman as little as I gathered through the years. Helping to raise her brothers and sisters, helping her mother, raising a big garden, canning the fruit provided from the earth was her task. I believe that was referred to as responsibility, so you can see why she was the person she was. The helping of family necessities were ingrained in her. Simply went from her upbringing to bringing up her offspring. Seven children later, retiring at the age of 70, another necessity required of her because of a mistake in judgment at the age of seventeen. (Hey, that's another story.) Factory work her whole life to keep a roof and food on the table for her family. Losing two children od the seven also shaped her, it has too! All I shall tell you about my father at this time, he was a flawed man his upbringing was the opposite of my mother's.

Wow! that came out quick and wrote itself. I'm trying to explain where I rather my mind has been for  six months now. My mind, apparently like my mother has been in hibernation. I know now what she was referring to when she answered "nothing" to my question on the front porch.

She has known responsibility, a beautifully fantastic trait. I reckon her mind has never been her own or so it seems to me, handling the responsibilities of whatever came her way.

I opened the computer for the first time in a long time. Why did the words in front of these spring up. "Most interesting" I might say. I hope as springtime is here my long winter's nap brings forth many more words. The last six months seems only days, no more than a few weeks. My last post about getting work done by the Dentist I shoulda known better seems so fresh. I do know what "nothing means," only I don't wish to return there!

My mother is judged by the content of her life, the responsibility she was made of. I have known many people from her generation. I admire them. The person I admire most in my life is my mother, next is her father, my grandfather. Quiet, hard working. Strong to have survived when others would have folded.

In summation, I like to type whatever comes, it's the attempt to make perfect in my words that bore me. I ask you to overlook the clumsiness of my writings. For I am but a poor clumsy man from my upbringing of a poor school system of the finest buildings money can buy. I never had the chance to go to college, never was a dream from the beginning, no one in my family did. I am a product of my environment and have many stories to tell. I have been blessed my whole life with very vivid dreams and imagination, they're back!!!