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 had to bring my truck back in for a service it was due as I keep driving it around and the miles they have accrued I spend a lot of time on the road sometimes just driving around as I listen to Audiobooks and the stories I have found to be most interesting to me and keep me all involved trying to figure how it will end to get the mystery solved I sometimes listen when I am home but it is not the same as driving around in my truck adding miles that I have gained and so I find myself once more back at the dealership to keep the truck in tip top shape and keep it running slick this time it took a half a day for them to do their bit so I used the time to write this poem using my clever wit.
With time on my hands and an urge to get out into the countryside, I drove to Reimers Ranch to take a few pictures. Even though is was a bit late in the season, the wildflowers were still showing in all of their glory. I have put them together in a video complete with music. Enjoy.
This Cypress tree is standing in a ravine that is probably 20-30 feet deep which gives you an idea of its size
Here are some of the other views that I took.
The block structure is a representation of a chimney and is there to encourage the Chimney Swifts to nest.
It’s been raining at my house for a few days preventing me from going out to play and any work around the ponds has to be done with a raincoat on and even after the rain has stopped everything has turned to slop and being outside is just not fun as the dripping trees continue to run I’ve spent time indoors sitting around not wasting it as I have found that time on the website that I maintain is put to good use as I make it the same as I picture exactly what I want it to be and then write the code so that others can see the pictures and words of upcoming things they can see for themselves my offerings in an attempt to show them what is in store including the fabulous Austin Pond Tour with fifteen ponds spread over two days all different kinds and so many ways to make a back yard a beautiful thing so that others can see and their praises will sing not knowing the time and the effort it takes to turn it into a beautiful place the rain has stopped and I venture outside to look at my ponds that Nature does hide from view as I sit writing these words with growth so thick that even the birds have trouble in finding the seeds that I spread as I welcome their presence and they’re not underfed birds of all colors some big and some small jostling to get to their share of it all the yard I have is a beautiful place everything so green filling a space in between the ponds of which there are four filled with Goldfish and Koi and plants galore with pathways between leading around and around until back at the start you can be found ready to do it over again to see what you missed as its never the same to maintain the ponds is a lot of work which in the past I did not shirk but as I now am eighty three the work is catching up with me and I’m no longer sure for how long I can last as I do not work like in the past and things are much harder than before as old age is knocking at my door and with it the loss of strength that I had especially when I was a much younger lad and what I will need to do is close down the ponds before I am through and still have the strength to perform this task just a few more years is all I ask as I live out my remaining days just me and the dogs very set in our ways.
I sat here looking at a blank screen thinking of something clever to write my head it seemed was in a dream and no words could I muster with any might I thought of what had happened that day and in previous days before this plight but nothing jumped out at me to say write about me this seems right it is not that I haven’t found things do as I very recently took a hike out at Bastrop my most favorite place and have written the words and they will be in plain sight very shortly in a couple of days posted to my blog for all to see for me that hike is a memory and the words are written as I put them down I also spent time in Wimberley taking pictures of this pretty town nestled in the Hill Country as picturesque as it can be with Cypress trees as tall as the sky reaching up and many centuries old growing in the tumbling creek that runs through the town like its very soul but wait it seems I have something to say even though it didn’t start this way but now the mind is suddenly numb and my thinking voice has gone quite dumb so maybe my chain of thought is through and I have nothing left to do but end this sorry little tale and try again when my thoughts prevail.
As we grow old we are sometimes alone maybe through no fault of our own and even in another life we may even have had a wife or two or three whatever the odds and their actions mean we lost the toss and even though they left us to go and we grew too old and willing to roam and had not the urge to pick up the phone instead choosing to live alone along with our pets who are our friends who stay with us until their end both dogs and cats are in that group with one another in an endless loop as such short lives they all do have and when they are gone we are so sad at losing yet another mate whose love for us had been their fate if I had one last request it would be that at my behest when I die and my soul moves on and even if there is no song I want it to be at the very same place where all of my pets at their Pearly Gates are waiting for me and welcome me home and together we will never be alone for the past twenty years my pets and I have looked after each other with the lows and the highs they have been there through good times and bad and comforted me when I was sad and carefully laid their chin on my knee which was their way of comforting me and in return I would stroke their fur and the troubles would lessen with them being there as I grow old with the passing years and know that my end and all of my fears will someday no longer be and I hope then that my destiny once young and vibrant and full of life now old and wrinkled no longer in strife my pets will still have someone to care and look after them as I am not there to give them the love that has been their life and look after them without any strife and even though their lives are short this is one time that I have to report that they could well outlive me as my life fades into history.
Thinking about days gone by sometimes makes me want to cry remembering things from the past of all of the times that did not last as memories are just what they are a fleeting moment like a shooting star a tick in time in our busy lives lasting as long as the mind survives each one replaced by something new created each moment as our minds construe slipping along from thing to thing understanding what out eyes do bring back to the brain a very safe place and another memory is now locked in space for how to describe what memories are records of our past viewed from afar the problem is that we have no choice on what to remember we have no voice so happy and sad good times and bad are all there before us to drive us all mad as we torment ourselves as we wonder why if only I had, a recurring cry but we cannot change things in the past and can only hope that our memories last for time has a habit of clearing the mind and memories fade and we no longer can find as the years pass by it is hard to recall though the memories we have are so plentiful.
I’m running out of things to do and running out of things to write for the past few days I have spent indoors the weather being the cause of my plight it has been cold and wet during those days with temperatures close to freezing at night and not getting much warmer in any way enough to keep me indoors out of sight my poetical genius is sorely stressed with trying to find things to write and getting those words into a rhyme is proving much harder more like a fight I really should go and work out as exercise could make things alright give the muscles a stretch and blood to the brain and tone up the body and make everything tight my mind is not really in the mood to push the body and so despite the fact that I am gaining weight my mind cannot act so forthright instead I will think of other things to try to keep the body tight and I need to end this silly rhyme much to everyone’s delight.
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