Posted on 10/20/2020 9:33:20 PM PDT by BenLurkin
I fell down with Jake, but I got back up when my phone buzzed.
There are worse things than falling down with cats.
What a sweet kitteh! Almost the same color as the leaves.
Good morning.
My Favorite Son woke me up at 0100 with a text that said he loves me. He’s so cool about that. ;o] It makes being angry with him for waking me up a little bit harder!
It would have been nice to sleep for another hour, but it was good to hear from him.
Good morning.
It’s always better to sleep for another hour, but oh, well.
I love sleep. But I never wake up feeling refreshed. So I want more of it.
I would like to feel refreshed, myself. Instead, I think I’ll take the van for oil change and inspection, before I forget again.
All I could think of when I read your post was:
“It’s time for registration renewal!”
I hope it’s cheaper yet in AR. ;o]
Jake wanted me to go to bed with him, but sometimes you have to do other stuff.
All done with that. I’m feeling nap-timey now.
Well. Done with the errands for another exhausting day.
I stopped at Dollar Tree and found some Bill the Cardinal cards! Three different styles! I saw a mug with him on it and almost got it, but was afraid I’d go over my spending limit there. By the time I got to the checkout, I knew I was under by $2 but forgot why I thought it was important. At least the heater was warm by the time I got home. The wind is right out of the north.
(Did this make any sense?)
Yes. It sounds as though you’re feeling nap-timey, too. I’ve arranged with another adult to drive Pat and his stupid facial hair to work around 1:30, so I’m off for some private time with Jake and blankets.
Nap time would be great, and maybe if I ever get another cat, I can learn to take naps again, with cats.
I’m with you when it comes to facial hair. I always think of that character from L’il Abner...with the beard that always had flies around it. And besides. There isn’t enough hot water and soap in the universe to make facial hair smell good.
In the recent past ...
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A Difficult Season
This is a most difficult season. We’ve traveled a distance this year.
I’m growing increasingly worried. My dear wife and I are in fear.
Our journey has been quite a hard one, and others have passed us in haste,
If we are to find some comfort, we haven’t a moment to waste.
But she could give birth any minute. This motion is not a good thing.
We’ll need to rest long when we get there, and we’ll need all the coin we can bring.
This traveling back to my hometown, means that I and my child will share,
This place of birth and our kinship, with others who dwell about there.
The town is decidedly crowded. There’s not a room to be had.
The innkeeper lets us take shelter, in a stable nearby. It’s not bad.
The earthy smells are a comfort, somewhat like a scent of new wood.
As a carpenter, I know I’ll rest easy, if my wife will agree that it’s good.
I would think it could be a bit festive, with a pine bough to sweeten the air,
And a candle or lamp, to keep out the night damp, but I sit on the straw and just stare.
For beyond the smoke of our camp-fires, I can see a bright star in the sky.
The heavens may have their works revealed, but I cannot spare them my eye.
For my wife is finding comfort, in the straw of our rude little space,
And so, like it or not, I’m preparing, to welcome our child in this place.
So a food trough becomes a first cradle, as he comfortably makes it his own,
All swaddled about, with his face shining out, he can reign like a king on his throne.
When I get to a place I can work at, I’ll make a good cradle, and sound.
A carpenter’s son shouldn’t have to accept, some rough sticks in a bad part of town.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . December 16, 2008
I’ve always loved your poetry, Bob. I wish I had a book of it, to console me when life gets to the breaking point.
This one is especially sweet and poignant. Thanks!
‘Face
Very nice, Bob, especially the conclusion!
Well, this has been quite a day, but good morning/evening and happy Tuesday to all.
Thanks, Bob, for the reminder.
Happy Tuesday evening.
My feet are soooooo cold.
I’m sorry to hear about your feet being soooooo cold. Would you care to relate the circumstances?
I think I’m beginning to get some feeling back into my feet, but only on the soles. I don’t like it when any part of me is cold. Mulled cider should work!
I’m sitting in my dining room with socks and slippers on. The thermostat says the temperature is 70. My feet are aching with cold. I think I’ll go soak them in hot water.
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