Sunday, June 20, 2004

Father's Day, Q & A

Q: So, what are you going to do for Father's Day?

A: Oh, take it easy, do nothing, sit around and watch TV, maybe fall asleep in my chair

Q: I see. . . So pretty much like every day for you, eh?

Thursday, June 17, 2004

FWA


Fort Wayne Airport,
early Thursday
Tired, so tired.
Hours of flying ahead of me,
into storms that will blossom at ALB.
Traveling is exciting, interesting
but its always so nice to be heading home.

Sometimes I return with mixed emotions:
Both good and bad lie ahead
Still, there is nothing like comfortable sorroundings,
one's own shower, one's own bed.
And though I feel like I earned a day of rest
It's right back at it tomorrow morn.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

When all is said and done . . .

When all is said and done
and you reach the dusty end
will you have had some fun?
will you leave behind a friend?

When all is said and done
will the truth be finally told
of a spirit bright as sun
or a heart of dark and cold?

When all is said and done
and your time has passed away
will you leave a basket full
or a cache of empty days?

When all is said and done
If you knew the how, the when
would you change the here and now
or just live it all again?

Monday, June 14, 2004

Dinner & A Movie
or My Fortunes Tonight

• You will spend old age in comfort
and material wealth •


• Handsome is that handsome does •

source: First Wok, West Bethel Avenue, Muncie IN

p.s. I had the eggroll, Hot & Sour Soup & double-cooked pork (3 stars)
p.p.s. Had dinner and show: Bruce Almighty (two thumbs up!)


First Wok Still Life


First Wok Still Life

On the Road. Again
June 14, 2004

Well, here I am,
On the Road again.
Indiana, flooded Indiana.
A bit warm for my adirondack mountain blood.
But green. With water and wetlands. All that I need.

Thursday, June 10, 2004

Driving to Redwood
June 10, 2004

I've been wasting my days
wasting my nights
on things that, in the end,
do not matter;
things, that in the long run,
provide no enjoyment,
no precious memories;
serving only myself,
ignoring all responsibility,
and all others so much more deserving.

Lord, I am not worthy to receive you,
but only say the word and I shall be healed.
Sometimes I feel I have dug myself so deep,
there is no point in climbing out.
But then I see the beauty of the world around me,
nature as God's gift, and realize:
to see through these eyes
is reason enough
to rise up, and go on.

I have been blessed
with vision and talent
but so much more blessed
with love unconditional,
love forgiving (if not understanding),
from close friends and family:
a true sign that the holy spirit
is working in our lives.

Thoughts while Driving to NH
Early February 2004

If I could rewind the clock of life
twenty five years
and had the chance to live it all again
looking back, I would not change a thing

our time is here & now
our lives brought us here
I wouldn't change a single thing
and risk not having
this time with you, here and now

~~~~~~~~

I want to hold you so close,
wrapped up in my arms,
that you can see the world through my eyes.

~~~~~~~~

Every day life binds me.
Does it really matter who I am with?

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

Kayaking Last Weekend
June 5, 2004

Here are some images from our recent kayak trip. See the whole gallery on my Smugmug gallery.



A pitcher plant from Little Polliwog Pond


A pitcher plant reflected in Little Polliwog Pond


A pitcher plant from Little Polliwog Pond


A beaver lodge in Little Polliwog Pond


A sundew (Drosera) from Little Polliwog Pond


A sundew (Drosera) from Little Polliwog Pond - note the insects being "eaten"


A frog from Osgood Pond


A frog from Little Polliwog Pond


Mathew exploring in Church Pond


Emily exploring in Church Pond

Driving Exam

On August 3rd, I must attest,
I filed for my driving test.
If on the road I'm to prevail,
this test I must not, MUST NOT FAIL.
After the written test is done
there still is time for much more fun.
With a stranger I'll drive about
to see if I know what it's all about.
If he says that I did fine,
I'll drive until I'm 99.

from Confusion: a finer distinction
by Michael R. Martin c.1976

Rhonda

. . . is not the cute little loving creature that I thought she was. I knew she wasn't loving but I still though she was cute.
. . . is really a tough little woman who rules her friends and for some reason they respect her. I saw her acting like the little gang leader she is at Party '78.
. . . is not loving because she doesn't have to be. Her friends love to be with her because she laughs and has lots of cute mannerisms.
. . . can see that I have something better to offer but she lusts for power. SHe doesn't have to go to her so-called friends, they will come to her.
But this one will no longer ! !

She was a classic example of
"that cute little thing
who never did nothing but
who got everything."
She's still quite a charmer
and she's everyone's pet.
But you've kept her from caring
and she still can't care yet.

Now I'm mad at the world
for what you've done to her soul.
I've tried hard to help her.
She'll probably never be whole.
How can she miss caring?
She never had to try.
How can she know sharing?
You have her living a lie.

You;ve cared for her and loved her,
impressed by her charm but
never making her care back
did less good than harm.

I gave her my love but
she could not respond.
Now the damage you did
has broken our bond.

from The secret lives of Fibber McGee
by Michael R. Martin c.1978

Monday, June 07, 2004

The Fire Opal

"Ooo say, aren't you sweet,"
cooed the maiden to the glistening stone
she spied awash of the rushing stream.
From that day forth
it would rule her mind 'til the end
of her days and her dream.

A cold, black stone to the touch,
to the eye, as red as fire.
The bright hue could make
the Pheonix blush
as did the maiden's desire.

She stopped to pick the ripened rock
and to clutch it to her heart.
The river, lusting for its own,
quickly swept the two apart.

They say she is crazy,
for she walks within a haze.
The river took the precious stone
and her wish of finer days.

from Confusion: a finer distinction
by Michael R. Martin c.1978

The road I travel

I travel
a road of gravel,
of ruts and bumps,
of trees and of stumps,
with hills I must climb
in my own time.

I don't seem to move
until I look back
and see that I couldn't be happy
on any other track.

from Confusion: a finer distinction
by Michael R. Martin c.1978