Ramblings
Below are some of my rants. They are just for fun. If you feel they are offensive, the best thing to do is to not read them.
Falling in Love in the Rain
The Smell Of Green When it rained there The drops had water in them; Magnified by drips from the trees Falling on the beamed ceiling roof Spattering an unsteady staccato. The front porch gave the best effect; ...
read moreAriens AMP Electric Lawnmower
I recently related putting new Lithium (LiFePO4) batteries in our Ariens electric lawnmower. Ruth is as happy as can be. She mows with a vengeance only slowing slightly for sharp turns. Ruth believes in getting work done fast. I can remember when Rachel was a little girl, helping in the kitchen, Ruth would say, “Make your hands go fast, Honey, make your hands go fast…” Ruth Mows:
read moreScreaming for Scrunchies
Every now and then I think back to my days with the Kiddies. For years, sixth grade grils (sic) were big on scrunchies to hold their hair in a ponytail. A scrunchy, technically, is a colorful, usually fuzzy elastic hair band. However, I am not sure the Kiddies knew the difference between a scrunchy and a hair band made of colorful elastic. A good time with the Kiddies could be had on many subjects, but when filling a moment while waiting for announcements or PE or whatever, “Screaming for Scrunchies” went something like...
read moreTax Plan
I know it has been a while since I have ranted about some inane bit of trivia. This does not mean that I have not been ranting about inane trivia. I have. I simply have spared you the pain of seeing this site clogged with more flumdummery. So, here is the deal. The US of A Government thinks we owe taxes. This is on my mind because I have been horsing around with this year’s tax preparation nonsense. That is because the US of A Government has an odd way of handling this situation. Normally if I owe a company money, the company sends me...
read moreThe Friends
A couple of years ago, cleaning out the Arizona house and thinking about enchiladas made me think of days gone by. I do that from time to time. I wrote “The Friends”. I love the rain. I loved the rain on the roof of the house where I grew, in San Dimas Canyon. The coming rain made it seem like a good day to post “The Friends”. Father and Carroll White were great friends. Such great friends that we, their children, call them The Friends. We have a great picture of Carroll and Jack, taken in about 1938. The families...
read moreJack Floats
Some may be wondering about Jack, our grandson. I have to say, sometimes I see things I can hardly believe. But first, some answers: Can Jack walk? No. Can Jack crawl? No. Can Jack talk? No. How old is he, anyway? 6 months. Do you talk to him? Sure, I tell him “Papa’s wonderful,” every chance I get. The question you didn’t ask is, “Can Jack float?” Yes. Where does he float? On BD’s hand. I know, it doesn’t make much sense, so I will just show you. Click Here for the Movie —> ...
read moreRarefied Air
Mark Twain had a wonderful story about Uncle Lem who was under a scaffold with his dog, sick or drunk or something. An Irishman was up about the third floor with a hod of bricks. His foot slipped and down he came, bricks and all. He hit a stranger and knocked the everlasting aspirations out of him. It broke the fall and saved the life of the Irishman. People asked, “Why warn’t the dog appointed?” Twain replied, “Because the dog would have seen him a-coming. You can’t hit a dog with an Irishman.” In an...
read moreIt’s Not a “Toomah”
The last mention I made of Kindergarten Cop started me thinking about “Ah-nold” telling the squeaker, “It’s not a tooma,” when the little boy suggests Arnold’s headache may be a tumor. We decided, when we moved to Colfax, that we would walk down the driveway to get the mail. We would not stop in the car on the way in or out and we would not drive down just to get the mail. So, we have walked up and down the driveway quite a bit in the past eight months. One day our friend David was walking with me and he...
read moreThe Lamp
Bob Dylan titled his 1967 movie Don’t Look Back. When you can’t go home because a place is buried under 75 feet of dirt, this is especially true. Sometimes I live in the past. I mourn San Dimas Canyon and the redwood sided house where I spent my childhood. When LA County Flood Control took the place to dump dirt from the dam, we took a few things attached to the house. One was a red hurricane lamp that hung in the dining area off the kitchen. We took it to the house in San Dimas. When my folks moved to AZ, they left it. I always...
read moreWater Runs Downhill
Kindergarten Cop was a pretty fair movie. I liked it for three reasons. First, Arnold with squeekers is amusing. Second, he makes the squeekers behave. Third, it rains in the movie. I remember watching it once just to hear the rain. It has been raining in Colfax. Really raining. Big drops with water in them. Yesterday I went to get a hair cut, in the rain. This may seem like a ordinary task, but I have not paid for a haircut since 1971. I have been cutting the front and sides and Ruth cuts the back. Because these “special times...
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