Retired from the University of Texas and too old to play soccer anymore. Now, in the twilight of his years, time is spent writing in this blog, hiking and exploring Texas Parks, photography, working out, gardening and tending to the five ponds he built .
Category Archives: My Life Story
The story of my life as I remember it starting with my early years
Life is on hold while the weather is hot as to be outside I do not, wish to be and instead stay indoors where it’s cool and my head can work on things I like to do like reading and writing and listening to Audiobooks with stories so fine written by Authors whose words are divine as the plots unfold one by one leaving me guessing right up to the end who was the bad guy and who the friend and then when I am really bored I jump in my truck and take a drive with no particular place in mind just out in the beautiful countryside the forecast shows we have one more week of one hundred degree weather to bear and then hopefully we will have our share of cooler weather and then life unfolds as back out on the trails will be my goal walking in places so lovely to see taking pictures of things so beautiful to me and then coming home to write some more about what I saw on the trails before along with the pictures I took today to share on my blog in a positive way so that others may view the beautiful scenes while I am happy fulfilling my dreams.
I was looking hard for something to do to pass the time on this day it was way too hot to go outside or take a hike in my usual way I’m already blogged out for a month ahead at two a week which is my goal so what is it I can do instead to keep me busy and fill the hole I could clean house but that is a chore not something that is my usual way no interest in that sort of thing guess I’m not the housework king a typical batchelor you might say I could go to the gym but that sounds like work this time of a different kind to push and shove and grunt and groan I think I’ll leave that for a different time I’m running out of ideas fast can’t think of anything that will last long enough to pass the day until this evening when it is time to turn on the Tele and watch a match between the English football teams to cheer on my favorites of which there are two sometimes they win and sometimes they lose and I really have to pick and choose to see which game that I need to watch first and at the end of the day it makes no difference who beats who I spent an hour this afternoon listening to 2Cellos as they played sometimes they play with a wonderful sound easy to lose oneself in this way and others they lose control on the stage and the noise they produce stimulates the soul and gets to the very depths of the mind fast and furious of the rock and roll kind for the purists definitely way overboard for those of us with an itch in our pants going crazy with them with hardly a glance at anyone else watching them perform knowing full well it is only an act and the next time you see them they will be back to playing straight in a beautiful way and listening to them will make my day well I managed to fill an hour writing this poem so what to do next I guess I’ll just have to jump in my truck and go for a drive a very long way listening to Audiobooks as I drive in awe of the authors whose stories I buy and wonder how they can write what they do such talent and such wonderful minds me I do not have a clue as poetry is the best I can do I do not have a devious mind and can only think in the usual way and so without a story of any kind reporting the facts is how I pass my day.
Looking for something to do just what it is I haven’t a clue as my eye has not yet perceived the task and nothing springs to mind that lasts the weather is too damn hot for work with the temperatures at one hundred degrees and everything outside working fine with nothing pressing my time to assign I feed the fish in the early morn and check that everything works fine and if it isn’t I add the task to fix whatever is well-worn the problem is there is too much heat and has been like this for way too long and all of the things that need repair cannot keep as their need is strong it seems to me I have little choice but to go outside even though it is hot to work as quickly as I can and when I am finished I’m a happy man.
I have one dog upon my lap another standing up on my knee looking at me with big brown eyes as if to say why him and not me the same is true when I make a fuss of anyone of the four dogs the others are there as if by rote climbing and jumping trying to be boss I pat them all upon the head taking in turns so as not to miss one as they push and shove each other away cold noses exploring to add to the fun Ginnie is my oldest girl a special place in my heart for twelve short years she is a part of the original pack the rest all gone to other frontiers then comes Buddy a funny little guy as old as Ginnie but lacking some sense as deaf as a post and with failing sight he does his best to recompense Mikey is but a young pup at two years old and full of life demanding attention at every turn not caring if he cause a strife Sandy is the latest guest she too is only two years old but full of love and energy as her life with us does unfold I love my dogs and I know they love me as between them all I share my heart something that the whole world knows the love of a dog and troubles depart if there’s anything bad about a dog it’s that their life so short can be and for all of the pleasure they provide there is that moment of misery but in the time they are alive they know no bounds in the love they give sharing their life with their human friends helping each of us to live.
This is my one thousandth blog that I have written and posted on this site. I never thought when I started blogging all of those years ago and posted my first blog on July 12, 2011 that I would maintain the interest and continue on. But I have done and am still excited even today when I finish a particularly good piece or poem and have good quality pictures to go along with it.
Things are a little different now than it was eight years ago. Then, I thought that I would write short stories and post them for all to see until I figured out just how much work that was. I soon found out that I was not a writer as I don’t have a devious enough mind to come up with all of those plots and situations. Instead, I let Nature be the plot as she provides me with countless means of expression through her beauty. I added photography to my repertoire and have got to be pretty good at it. So, nowadays, I take pictures as I go on long hikes and then I write about what I have seen and show the photos that I took. Incidentally, I always do post camera work on all of my pictures to bring out the colors and shades that I did not capture with the original picture and in the last couple of years have got a lot of pleasure out of putting together videos of the pictures by turning them into slideshows, usually to music.
I discovered early on that I can write verse albeit a bit corny sometimes. If the words rhyme then that is good enough for me even if the words don’t make too much sense. I love writing poetry and I really feel my creative side coming out when I put down the words.
I write for myself and publish it for others to share if they are so inclined to read it. Early on, I wanted everyone to “like” what I wrote until I discovered that I had to “like” them back. I soon tired of that game and nowadays only add a “like” if in fact I really do. Otherwise, a quick glance to see if the other blog is interesting and then move on although I do have a few fellow bloggers that I follow and “like” on a consistent basis and it still takes me an hour or more going through the blogs every morning.
I did manage to write an entire autobiography about my life growing up in England all the way from being a little kid during the second World War to the trip from England to America and it sits on a thumbdrive gathering dust. There is a second part waiting to be written, My Life in America, but if I ever will actually write it, remains to be seen. Maybe when I can’t hike anymore. It’s a sure thing that I am not going to get rich from writing or photography.
So why do we do it? What compels us to spend time and effort writing about our interests and then publishing it so that others may read about it? Why are we so arrogant to believe that others may be in the slightest bit interested in any of our work. I have no answer for that and can only put it down to the folly of human nature which is why some people are writers and authors and other are carpenters and bricklayers, which incidentally I was for many years of my life.
When I can no longer hike or when the ponds get to be too much work, what will I write about then? If I don’t live it, I do not have a story. Like I said at the beginning, I am a reporter not a writer and probably by then, my brain will be defunct of any creative virtues.
Here’s hoping for another thousand blogs and all the years that go along with it…
Even though time moves on and Springtime has come and gone Summertime is here to stay along with the sun and heat of the day when temperatures will rise to one hundred degrees even under the shade of the trees the sun is hot and the skies are blue with nary a cloud to obstruct the view anything to do outside needs to be done at first light when the outside air still feels cool as the heat of the sun is not yet cruel today is not one of those days as the clouds have formed and in so many ways today we have rain along with a breeze and the temperature has dropped to sixty eight degrees cool for us for this time of the year but not for very long I fear we can always use the rain as the heat will always return again of this we can be very sure which is what we have to endure would I have it any other way maybe a little cooler through the day when I like to be outdoors fussing with all of the normal chores like feeding the fish or cleaning a pond or cutting back plants that have grown beyond things that are a part of my normal life that I do everyday with the minimum of strife today I sit and look at the rain wondering when I can again take a walk and so implied and be one with Nature in her countryside.
I got to thinking the other day after many long years of living alone just what is it that makes us this way with nobody else to share our home history shows that things went well in the first few years of married bliss but then as time did tell things started to come amiss and all of the love of those early days could not withstand in so many ways the pressures that life brings to the fore and loved walked out of the open door leaving behind a broken heart and the price to pay is living apart three attempts at trying to find love in a marriage and a happy home each one ending just like before with me being shown the door and finally choosing to live alone rather than try to do it again as a broken heart is not easy to mend and it’s much easier to just be friends after twenty five years of living alone with many pets that I chaperoned I do not wish to share my life or have any other form of strife and the remaining dogs get along just fine and the quiet life is so sublime they give me love and affection too and sense when my moods are blue they cheer me up with cuddles and wags and lots of kisses if I get too close these are things that I like the most so instead of a wife my life to share I have the love of my pets that are in my care there have been a lot of pets in that time as their lives are short beyond compare new ones fill the holes left behind each special in that moment so dear they ask for nothing and in return I give them love and caring too and together we will see the end when that final moment comes due…
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