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Discussion in 'Personal Diaries' started by Bill Boggs, Mar 25, 2019.
What's up, Bill?
Expect I had to pee.
In a hurry, huh?
Thawing out slowing. From a low of minus 14 below zero to 21 degrees today? Will be
day after tomorrow before we are above freezing again. So far the rolling black out has
not affected us. Have been notified it could happen tonight. Lots of people in Texas and
else where have been hard hit. We have been lucky.
It seemed colder in the house this morning when I arose. It was five degrees outside,
seventy in the house and that seemed cold. Strange what we get used to. It's toasty
now. I sit here at my desk in my long handles and warmed up three of my harmonicas,
and started blowing as I do almost every morning. I'm not good but I'm tolerable and I
blow a few bars, "Never Grow Old," in a land where we'll never grow old.
It's funny, maybe a slight dimensia, but I play old religious songs that I learned as a child
growing up better than anything else I know. The trouble is I no longer know many songs.
The many country and western songs of my youth, some of the rockabilly's I learned back
then, I have forgotten, but the songs we sang in that little church at Third and Adams are
still strong in my memory.
There is still ten inches of snow in my back yard. It may all be gone by the time the week
end is over. Supposed to warm up. I'm ready. My son drops off a loaf of bread yesterday.
He was at Target and called to see if we needed anything. I need a bill of groceries but
hate to impose on him. I will wait a few days.
I'm an old goat. Dream no more except occasionally about human comforts, eating well,
warming myself in the sun, hearing and seeing better, or out looking for a job to support
a growing family. I never had many talents and I blew through them quickly. Now I'm an
old goat, butting my head against this wall or that as I grow fat and gaze toward my setting
sun. And what do I see? I see a back yard close line, but it is bare, no clothes hang there.
Instead, it is full of talents. All kinds of talent. Come and take your pick, this is no trick, all
you have to do is cross over.
For on Jordon's stormy banks I stand and cast a wistful eye, where one life ends and
another begins. It is then I awake and the dream ends. The house seems colder than usual.
I turn up the heat and go in to make some coffee. Crazy stuff, dreams.
You may be an old goat, Bill, but you still have a marvelous way with words. Those last two paragraphs are beautifully written. Imagine that......................... An old goat with the soul of a poet.
Thank you, Shirley.
Any thoughts today?
@Shirley Martin No, not yet. More covet deaths in the family.
I had trouble signing ontheforum this morning. I signed on about 10:40, been trying since 8:30.
Wondering if nnyone else had trouble on here.
Same here. About the same time.
Anyone especially near and dear to you, Bill?
My grandson’s father in law, a retired Dallas fireman who worked himself up through the ranks, had lived in
Midlothian until rather recently, when they had moved to Georgetown to be near his daughter and my grandson.
Have been friends for years.
I'm sorry, Bill. Losing a dear long time friend is almost like losing a family member, isn't it?
I had a friend who recently died from COVID-19. She and I had been friends since we were young. Maybe 12 or 13.
Brothers and sisters have I none
But this man's father is my father's son
Who am I?