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November 29, 2006

 

Seasons

 

In the spring of his life the boy learned to talk
He learned to crawl and he learned to walk
He learned to laugh and he learned to sing
He learned there is beauty in every living thing

In the summer of his life the youth learned romance
He learned to love and he learned to dance
He learned to take chances and he learned to fly
He learned you can do anything if you really try

In the fall of his life the man learned to fear
He learned to judge and he learned to sneer
He learned to doubt and he learned to slight
He learned to hold money in a fist curled tight

In the winter of his life the old man learned to forgive
He learned to accept and he learned to let live
He learned to be humble and he learned to pray
He learned to be thankful for each new day

   

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November 28, 2006

 

Tuesday Morning Tidbits

 

I know, all you Canadians would rather have Timbits but you'll have to settle for Tidbits. But hey, at least they're fat free.

So I didn't get the Christmas lights up last weekend as planned. What , I never said I was planning to put them up ? Then forget I mentioned it.

So I'm planning to put Christmas lights up this week, next weekend at the latest. I better do it soon anyway coz it's supposed to get cold in a couple of days.

The princess and I went to the library last night. We hadn't been for a couple of months so she really wanted to go. We had to renew our library cards when we got there but mine had a big fine on it so we only renewed hers. Then she borrowed some books, and I borrowed one too, and put it on her card. But first I asked if it was okay with her.

My wife went to Peterborough last weekend to visit the lad. Seems he was getting a bit lonely as he doesn't drink alcohol and surprise, university kids drink a lot. Anyway, his mom brought up a little portable television and his Playstation so he's not so bored on those nights when everybody's out partying except him.

On a final note, if you're waiting for a story, there's one coming soon. I'm also trying to write a poem right now. The idea for it came to me the other night, and I can see it in my mind but writing it is proving togher than usual. I'll get it though.

   

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November 25, 2006

 

I Got An Idea

 

With the way things have been lately I haven't come been able to come with any stories or poems.

Then yesterday things started to click and now I think I might have something.

It'll be a couple of days but I should have a story up soon.

It feels good to be back in the saddle again.

   

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November 24, 2006

 

I Stink

 

So, are things looking up around the old homestead ? Well, let's just say they're not as bad as they could be. The lad is still in school and we'll be seeing him at Christmas. Hopefully we'll hash out a few issues then. I was pretty sick last weekend too but I'm feeling a little better now. Not fantastic but better. There are a few other things going on that have been on my mind a lot too but unfortunately I can't discuss them here. Let's just say I've been very preoccupied lately.

On another note, I stink.

The first clue came a few days ago when I was on the bus. A yound lady who rides the same bus I do every morning and always get off at the same stop was sitting right next to me. But instead of getting off at her usual stop she got off a few stops early. At first I thought she got off because she had to go pee really bad and was looking for a washroom but then I remembered that I got off at that stop once looking for a bathroom and couldn't find one, so that couldn't be it. Then I thought "maybe I stink."

Then this morning, I leaned over to give my daughter a kiss before leaving home and she said "Daddy, you stink." (and yes I'd had a shower).

So there you have it, I stink.

   

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November 15, 2006

 

CSI Miami

 

I'm addicted to CSI Miami. Yeah, I know, it's been around for a while but I hadn't watched it yet, then one night a few weeks ago I watched it because everything else that was one was boring as heck (read reality shows and a bald guy who used to be funny asking people the eternal question, the one we will all be asked some day as we stand at the gates of heaven playing for all-or-nothing, up or down, air contioned condo with a jacuzzi and a pretty blonde maid or eternity scrubbing the toilet bowl with a toothbrush, "Deal or No Deal."

Anyway, back to CSI Miami. I like David Caruso's character. He's a bit unbelievable but who on television isn't. Plus he's cool. And who wouldn't want to be named Horatio. I know I'd like it, although I'd probably have to change my last name too coz it's French and French people would have trouble with it. In fact if a French person tried to say Horatio he'd sound like he was horking up a booger, which would take the cool out of it. I like Alex and Caleigh too, both smart, good looking women. But it's Horatio who steals the show, what with his sunglasses and his way of turning his head to show you his manly profile when he talks, as though he's already thinking about something else while the mental midget he's conversing with is still trying to comprehend the meaning of Horatio's last incredibly insightful statement.

Anyway, I promised long ago that I wouldn't blah blah blah about television so I'll stop now (besides, a story is suggesting itself).

On a different note, I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately, but I've also stated on a couple of occasions that I don't feel like blogging when things aren't going well and things have indeed been a little rough on the old homestead lately. Just don't count me out yet.

And on yet another different note, but sorta the same I'm becoming addicted (that's the same) to my friend Suzi's (she's not on television so that's different) blog. If you haven't visited her yet, get your butt over there, but only if you like humour sprinkled with a dose of sarcasm and a generous pinch of wit. She doesn't do I'm so depressed I wanna kill myself.

   

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November 10, 2006

 

Morning

 

No, things haven't changed (at least not that I know of) but it's a new day isn't it ?

You know that expression "bathed in a golden light ?", well that's what the world looked like this morning.

When I left the house this morning the sun was just coming up and the tops of the trees were indeed bathed in a golden light, as if God was shining a giant gold spotlight on them. It was something to see on the evergreens but looked especially magical on the trees that have lost their leaves as these were completely envelopped in a soft golden glow. That same glow also touched several rooftops, making the houses look like something out of a fairy tale.

And I felt good yet sad at the same time, as if nothing was ever going to be the same again but things would still turn out okay.

I think I need to write a story.

   

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November 9, 2006

 

A Spot of Trouble

 

The lad, who as you may know is in his first year of university, took a little road trip to visit a "friend" in another province (for you Americans that's like another state). We were frantic (especially his mother) for 3-4 days wondering where he was but finally found him and he's been back at university since yesterday.

Then last night he called to tell us that he wants to quit school and go live with his "friend."

Needless to say we're blown away !

   

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November 2, 2006

 

The Driving Lesson

 

Once upon a time there was a young girl named Nelly who wanted to get her driver's license. Nelly took driver's ed and although she tried very hard she simply couldn't master the art of driving, and flunked her driver's test. So her mother Floozi, taking pity upon poor Nelly, decided to teach Nelly how to drive.

So Floozi took Nelly for a lesson in her KG, which wasn't a lemon. Which was too bad coz Floozi liked lemons, in fact she owned a set of china with lemons on it which she kept in a box hidden behind the recycle bin in the garage, and sometimes late at night, after everyone was asleep, she would sneak into the garage and take out her china and spread it out on the garage floor and pretend she was having a dinner party. And she would laugh and her eyes would glow and she would have a grand time. And when she was done she would put everything away again until the next full moon.

But I digress.

So Floozi took Nelly for a driving lesson in her non-lemon type KG and Nelly did eveything she was told, turning here, stopping there, parking over yonder. And soon Floozi, who fancied herself the queen of fashion today in her black boots, red dress, and long wolly underwear, began to wonder why Nelly had flunked her driver's ed course.

Come to think of it pondered Floozi, Nelly had been spending a lot of time in the kitchen baking heart-shaped cookies lately and sometimes when Floozi asked her a question Nelly would get a dreamy far away look in her eyes, as though she was thinking of butterflies and clowns.

Could Nelly be in love, was that the problem ?

Oh well Floozi thought, perhaps that was it, and she went back to teaching Nelly the finer points of parking as close to a sleeping mouse as possible without actually running over it. Nelly wasn't sure she would ever need this skill but she preferred not to argue with her mother because her mother would probably blog about it and blame Nelly, which would embarass her terribly. Plus her mother was going a little heavy on the valium lately and Nelly didn't want her popping one in the middle of a driving lesson.

So they drove around the city, and Floozi made Nelly practice very hard, and sometimes Floozi would scream "STOP" and Nelly, her heart pounding like a sledge hammer, would slam on the brakes, causing much consternation to the other drivers. Then Floozi would calmly exit the vehicle and snap a picture of an interesting person, then get back in the car, chuckle gleefully, and tell Nelly to keep driving. Later Floozi would blog about these interesting people because Floozi loved blogging almost as much as she loved the local NBA basketball team. And Chippottle.

And so it came to pass that Nelly got her driver's licence and she loved driving so much that she became a famous race car driver, winning the Indianapolis 500 three times. And when she did she bought her mother a big mansion with a laundromat on the lower level and her very own basketball team.

Disclaimer: any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

   

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November 1, 2006

 

Happy Birthday Blog

 

Someone asked me today how long I've been blogging and I noticed that my first entry is dated November 1st, 2004.

Previous to this I had been keeping an online journal at another site but you couldn't really call it a blog.

So, Happy Birthday OldGuy's Tree House.

   

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