Each Day is
Christmas!
Live dawn’s new day as though it
be your last
One dusk shall tell that any
future time has past
Bring Christmas spirit to new
discovered morn
Ever proclaim awaits fresh great
adventure born
Sleigh ride delight glisten
diamond crystal
“Giddy-up!” bay Stormy prancing
proud
Bright New Year sun promise false
warmth
Pull afghan tight, singing
“Jingle-bell” tune
Chocolate hot assures arrival
home quite soon
Arise at dawn, hairy
prognosticator beast
Fear not just thou own dark
shadow cast
Dare six week retreat to warm
winter borrow?
Care I what might be your cold
declaration?
Find warm comfort love in
Valentine celebration
Subside wild wind, usher in mild
lamb
String kite climb through fluffy
white clouds
The Ides this day portend
Caesar’s demise
St Patrick’s Day harbinger Vernal
Equinox spring
Late season storm reminds
remember Lion King
Warm showers gentle like Emerald
Isle weather
Meadows greening sweeten Bessie’s
milk gold
Reticent buds explode myriad
rainbow palette
Forest-leaf floor release Morel
mushroom yellow
Incessant Spring fever catches
un-ambitious fellow
Must work harder to secure that
needed promotion
Threatening damper saved by
bright flower outlook
Bluegill are spawning, I know of a
secret lake pool
Good intentions pure for meaning
all I should do
Too beautiful a day to pass up
firing the bar-b-que
Sipping lemonade cool in Maple
shade dappled
Alfalfa bales waiting in the
field keep calling
Oiled leather mitt and caught the
smell of summer
Baseball game harkens, here comes
Bob and Jim
Need one more to play, better
call on ole Slim
Iced down watermelon in Mom’s
borrowed wash tub
Fried chicken picnic, hot
afternoon fun games
A refreshing swim in the creek
before sunset
In “America, the Beautiful!” dusk
flees coming night
Red-fire painted sky echoes bombs
bursting delight
A hot time in the old town every
day and night
Humidity so thick the preacher
prayed for gills
Dog days of Summer not fit for
man nor beast
Children immune to the whims of
Nature kin
I cry, too, when the school times
do begin
Soft cotton-white puffs traverse
cerulean abyss
Stirring winds ripple on placid
pond reflection
Hunter’s blood stirs with early
teal migration
Longed for Fall hint promised in
cool night air
Tethered child spirit breaks,
adventure dreams flair
Bare skeleton limbs claw at
alabaster full moon
Colored fallen leaves rustle,
play tag before the wind
Bounty harvest in the barn,
pantry larder full
Night time chill at bay by warm
fire wood stove
Family safely sound in farm house
treasure trove
Daddy and I chase cottontails
with howling beagle pets
Logs chopped then split piled by
the back porch door
Thin ice upon the lake in frigid
dawn’s pale light
Thanksgiving reverence prays the
evil world has ceased
Love shared among these guests to
celebrate His feast
Deliberated decisions for that
special treasure gift
Bright gala paper wrapped, tied
with a ribbon red
Festive decorations adorn
center-stage fresh cut tree
Blessings more this day and each
one since the last
Each day’s been Christmas, Lord,
in the year just past
Amen!
Merry Christmas!
Plus:
Day 352
Candy moved the
staircase one too many times,
so Carl
stabilized it with over 100 nails
To
say that I have a penchant to “over-kill” might be a severe understatement.
Hmm!
I
do not “worry” about future outcomes nor do I fear “reality”; I can be cautious.
What
I mean by that admission is that if I am building and 1 2X4 would suffice, I’ll
install “2”, just to be “safe”. I once put an “office”-alcove in a basement
setting where the lower level was completely finished with a huge bedroom and
bath, a pool-table room with plenty of area around the perimeter for “fancy”
shots. The 12’ opening called for an interior right-hand hinged door; I
constructed the “opening” to be 8’ with an “arch” incorporated; I used 8-2X4’s
for support. The fact that the opening was under an 8” supporting I-beam did
not deter my call.
As,
we are in the process of building our home on our newly purchased 200+ acre
farm when Candice decides to change the
arched opening to the family-room---not once…but,
5-times.
I
just got the crowbar and went into demolition-mode---each time she changed her
mind; it turned out Okay[ we sold
that place for a tidy profit some
11-years later and moved northwest.
The
story about the stairs is very cute---much
to my chagrin…good thing I have a sense-of-humor! Any “serious” personality
would never confess such an obvious idiot-transgression.
I
put a stair “framing”-header at the top of the stairs which terminated in a
long hallway.
All
of that is, on the face of it---pretty simple…for most mortal-men!? Well! Not so, for me!
Just
maybe? I might have been a bit miffed
over the 5-time “re-design”; to make sure the “header” held the weight-load of
the stairs, I nailed those 2X12’s,
already “overbuilt” with 3 boards where 2 would have sufficed. Well! I nailed
that sucker---and nailed it…and nailed it!
My
“real” carpenter-friend stood back with his habitual cigarette hanging from his
lips, watching the “idiot” display while trying, unsuccessfully, not to laugh
at the novice “nailer”.
When
I got done hammering those myriad nails into that supporting structure, Jim
laughed.
I
had erroneously cut the final step of the stairs coming onto the upper
floor---into the hall!
Jim
said not a word, but he was very obviously most amused. I looked and looked,
thinking he was amused by over-zealous habit of over-doing everything. Too may
nails!? Way too may!?
Suddenly,
when I, at long last, stepped up the final stair into the upper hallway floor,
proud of my handy work, as it was, The hall floor had a distinctive “hole” in it
at the stairway. What!?
Yup!
I had built that final step coming up to the hallway---right into the hallway…Duh!
If
left in that configuration, anyone coming down the hall would step into a 7’’
void. Not only is that mis-step very
dangerous, it is definitely not code! Where did I leave that stupid crowbar?
It
took me much longer to extricate those 100 nails than it did to errantly drive
them home.
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Live & Learn!” (Hopefully) Memories!
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