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 .
I tidied up my truck today cleaning behind where the back seats are usually folded up to make storage space as no passengers ride in this place very rarely do I fold down the seats as passengers I rarely carry just me alone with the occasional dog unless a neighbor is in a hurry to get somewhere and hasn’t a ride which is when I usually decide to fold down a seat so that they may get to where they are going today behind the seats was a proper mess of storage boxes and camera gear there for when I hit the trails which I do many times a year although lately it has been too damn hot for me to safely get out and walk and so I am forced to stay indoors and write poetry as my way to talk to the rest of the world that I usually see out on the trails people walking like me I found some interesting stuff in that space behind the seats I even found an old kerchief used to wrap around my brow to stop the sweat from running into my eyes from the way it smelt I don’t know how I had not noticed it before probably because it was on the floor hidden under a couple of bags small enough to be hidden from view dried out and ready to be used anew although along with a few other things into the washer to make it clean I found a lens that I had missed rolling around on the floor I had wondered what had happened to it a wonder it didn’t roll out the door I packed everything away and tidied and swept the space between now it is clean for a little while although that is really not my style I lean towards an organized mess to make life challenging and a test what fun is there in having things clean and tidy and no dirt to be seen.
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.
With the weather warming up so much and everything is hot to the touch and to walk outside to an immediate blast of hot air which we know will last until September or for half of that month getting hotter and hotter as the thermometer jumps until the temperature will stay at close to a hundred degrees each day and overnight is not much better for in the eighties is the night weather and when the day has first begun is the only time to have outside fun unless your work keeps you outdoors then of course you have to ignore how hot it is as the temperature drifts time to cool at the end of the shift I used to work out in the sun and could not wait for the day to be done relentless heat for eight hours a day trying to keep the sun at bay with sunblock and sunscreen placed on the skin and a hat and dark glasses before you begin lots of water to drink to try to hydrate and keep an eye on your buddy for safety’s sake if you work outside then you have no choice not counting the thoughts that you may voice if fate has dealt you a working man’s hand with millions of others throughout this land of the one thing you can be sure Texas heat in the Summer is tough to endure.
I looked around and looked some more looking at my dirty floor hoping that someone would pick up a broom and sweep the dirt right out of the room then the thought I suddenly did see that the someone would have to be me the last I looked I was alone just me and four dogs and they have to be shown anything that I want them to do I have to do first as they don’t know how to and even after I showed them the way they ignored me completely and had their say “Cleaning house is not what we do so get to it Dad, we don’t have a clue” I took a deep breath and picked up my mop as they disappeared not up for the job and I swept and cleaned with no help from them and I really thought that we were friends it just goes to show that in times of need even those that you house and feed are not up to cleaning the mess that they make what good are they you ask, for goodness sake and then when your through at the end of the task out they come wagging no thoughts of the past but glad to have you back in your chair the house is so clean but they do not care just give them the time and before very long “The house needs cleaning” will be their song.
Have you ever thought of a reason why that birds should fly up in the sky when all we can do is walk on the land no matter how hard we plan and even though we all might try we know that we can never fly.
My dogs run and jump and play with paws on the ground to help them stay firmly fixed as they walk around no thoughts of flight nothing that profound as content with life as it stands flying is just not in their plans.
The fish in my ponds all behave used to their life below the waves and even though they may swim and jump they are much too solid a lump to leave the water just a little way and flying for them is only play.
I envy the birds to have this skill to come and go at their will sometimes walking on the ground alert to danger that is all around a quick little hop and away they go leaving the danger far below.
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…
I went outside to work today but it was so darn hot that I could not stay and had to stop the task in hand and it messed up all of my plans of things that I wanted to do which means that I will have to start anew but it is not going to cool down as this is Texas and it is renowned for the heat of the summers always so hot making the body perspire a lot when the temperature reaches a hundred degrees and too much of it makes you weak at the knees we know it will happen the same every year the summers are hot and the skies are all clear and the ground dries up and the plants need the rain and then the clouds will form and sometimes sustain long enough to bring a shower or two to cool things off just to do it anew it is no good thinking that the following day will be any different as this is the way of the summers in Texas for thousands of years have always been hot as the sun domineers so tomorrow instead I will get up at dawn and get out early to mow the lawn and do the things that I need to do and grow with the heat as I start anew of one thing you can be very sure the Texas heat is hard to endure whether you care and like it or not the Texas summers are bloody hot.
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