Perfect Morning

 The morning sun is up thirty minutes ago. Just a bit of morning dew on the grass, and the deck table. I have a old Terrie cloth towel to wipe off the dew from the table, and my old captains chair. Yes, that will do, that's dry enough for what I want.

 The sun is peeking through the old maple, and buckeye tree leaves, spotting the deck, and table with rainbows of light. As I walk back into the house for a hot cup of Irish tea, with a touch of sugar, and grab a book, and magazine. My buddy, old bear dog (half Rottweiler half German Shepard) wants to go with me. He gives me that look, I can not refuse. You know that look. The one that begs to go with you, and makes you feel like a heel if you don't let him go with you. So out we go, just me, and my bud.  

 As he busts down the steps looking for a squirrel to chase, I set my tea, and books down, then head back in to get me some toast, and homemade grape jelly with real cow butter. Nothing beats that for a morning treat.  

The morning air is sweet, and crisp. The lilacs, and tulip trees, are in full bloom, making the air sweet. I have catnip, and lemon balm growing by the steps, that also lend a sweetness, and tart crispness to the mix. Bear is done wolfing, and looking for the squirrel that torments him, and the wife while she is trying to relax, and read in the mornings. It shucks the husk off the walnuts right above her head, and chatters at the dog just to have his morning fun.

 Some day, I will get that furry little knot head, and bear can get his revenge at last. But for now, its just me, and my bud, enjoying this beautiful morning. I think we might go fishing a while after bit, we have nothing else to do today, and that sounds like a lot of fun.
You just have to love a perfect morning, they don't last that long, or come around everyday.

The Three Women in My Life

Any man who is married, to be happy must have three women in his life. That's right, I said Three Women. Now don't get me wrong, just let me explain what I mean.
First is the wife, the mother of your children, the schedule keeper, and the housewife. She makes sure you have all you need for the day with a smile, did you forget anything, I love you, and a kiss.

The Second is your lover. She is full of passion, and loves you with all her heart. She would do anything you ask of her without question, knowing that pleasing you is the most important thing in her life, and trusts that you would never wrong her no matter what happens.

The third is your friend. You can tell her anything. You can sit for hours and talk about what bothers you, how your week went, your triumph's, and your disappointment's. Or you can talk about nothing much at all. You know she will listen and understand.

Yes, I have three women in my life. Over the years (thirty nine to be exact), I have had the pleasure of knowing, teaching, and learning from all three. It is a curious thing, having these three women in my life. When I got married I never expected the have this happen. The love, Devotion, Comfort, Passion, and Understanding from these three unique, and separate women, is astounding to say the least. Let me give you a example.

My wife Knows exactly what I love to eat, and makes sure I get it when I least Expect it. Oh, yes, and I better eat it because she fixed it special for me, if you get my drift.

Now my lover on the other hand is something else. She can be the most vexing woman in the world just to get me started, and then laugh and get me so hot and bothered I can not help but laugh and hold her close. As I look into her eyes I see the sparkle of devilment, and her deep heated passion of life for me.

Now as to my friend. What can I say? She understands all my moods, and has a kind word of understanding, and hope. She listens to everything, knowing I just need someone to talk to. You know.. I think that's why I love her so much. She never judges me, and always is their when I need to talk.

By now you must think me a terrible cad, cheating so on my wife. But you miss judge me as well as all the men who know about and have the joy of the three women in their lives. Are we wrong to have such joy in our lives? No, we are the lucky ones. For not every man is as lucky as us to have a wife lover and friend in one woman we married. That's right! I am talking about my wife. God I am so, so very lucky that I found her. Or maybe, Just maybe She found me. Either way, I feel blessed.

Simple Times

The years fly by and you become nostalgic. You wish times were simple again, and your life not so complex. You withdraw to your inner mind, to find the peace you so badly need. You remember your childhood, and growing up. You fondly remember your grand parents, spoiling you with love, (and sugar) and teaching you new things. New to you, but passed to them from their grandparents with care and love.

Passed from old to new, new to old. The cycle of life, and how we learn, never really changes that much, just the form. I remember one grandfather teaching me how to milk the cows, feed the hogs, collect eggs, and use the heck out of that man or beast salve in a yellow can from Watkins. Grandpa used that stuff for everything on the farm, from cuts to greasing a gear. The stuff stunk like sulfur, but worked great. Grandma loved to make cakes and popcorn for me. And that home made cake icing just could not be beat.

My other grandpa taught me how to shoot, and fish. How to build a box trap for rabbits, set a snare, and how to hunt rabbits with only a stick in the winter. Grandma used to make the best oatmeal cookies, with raisins and walnuts. God, those were good with real cow butter on them, and cold milk. She kept them in a granite pot, with a tight lid, and a slice of apple to keep them soft. On a cold wet rainy day i would skip school and sneak in the house and butter a few, grab a glass of milk, and go hide in my cabin out back. I would curl up with a comic book and a old blanket, and dream. She loved to cook on that old cobs, and coal stove. She had gas, but to cook in the winter you could not only cook your meal, you could keep your house warm, and save money too. Folks were a lot more thrifty then, not like today's throw away style of living.

Time was simple then. On summer vacation, I would climb grandpa's apple tree to the top. I had a old burlap sack my dad gave to me, nailed, between two branches like a hammock. Can you just imagine how that felt, on a warm summer afternoon in the top of that tree. Your eyes closed, swaying with every cooling breeze. It was like you were adrift in the clouds, and one with the universe. Sounds corny don't it. I used to tramp the old munchkin drainage ditch line through town. Hunting and fishing in that old ditch seems kind of silly now, but not then. My fondest memory's of some of my friends, are in that ditch line. Patty, Benny, Ginger, Rusty, my good friends, how I miss you.

Patty, a cocker spaniel, loved to run with me but would always stop at the fence line and stay on top of the bank. Benny, a mix of lab and Heinz 57, was a short slick black haired dog, game for anything, and would chase muskrats all day if I let him. Ginger, a beagle, was a dog you could hunt rabbits with, without a gun. Just listen for her last yelp, and you would find a rabbit. Rusty, a Shepard, was always on the lookout for something to chase, dig out, or fetch what I shot. I remember one time we were trying to get this groundhog, and he looked so funny with his butt sticking straight up in the air ninety degrees, tail swinging in circles, and half way in the hole on the top bank.

As much as we would like to have simpler times, unfortunately, it is not possible now days. The closest we can come to that now, is to unplug, turn down, and just sit still for a few minutes.

No, wait, If we do that we might miss something. Too late, I am in my memory's, off in another world of my own, with my friends. Please take a note, I may be gone for some time. My friends, my friends want to play.

Regrets of Life

It seems just the other day my life started. Have you ever felt that way? Felt that time has some how slipped by you to the point you are now at. That you have missed the use of your life. A fact of life is you are born, you live, then pass. Most folks feel cheated, that time has passed so very quickly for them. In truth, that just was never the case.

Time is time! The thing that matters is what you do with the time you have. You can waste it away, or you can live it to the fullest. Simple, right? Well.... yes and no. The real question is what you want from life. Some must always seek a challenge, while others are content with sitting back and letting life happen. Still, others are never satisfied. The only regret I have, is that I could not spend more time with my family and other's in need of help.

Still all in all I have had my fun, and lived the best I can. I provided for my family and helped others the best that I could. I guess that says a lot for my life. Still... I wish I could do more.

I was thinking the other day about time and how we as humans perceive time itself. A old saying goes like this. Yesterday is the past, Tomorrow is the future. But,today is a gift that is why it is called the present. I thought to myself and decided this.

I am not going to dwell on the past or worry about the future. The past is gone and can not be changed and the future doesn't exist. All we ever have is in front of us right now this very instant, and it is always now. So we should be content and at peace with that.

Regrets? No.just a lot of wonderful memories. After all, isn't that what we end up with when all is said and done? As we take our last breath all we can take with us is our life's memories. Sweet or Bitter, that is all we can take with us. As for me... I choose to remember the Sweet.

The Road Home

It' is early morning and the sky's are gray with rain. I am sitting in my rocking chair on the back porch. I enjoy a good rain. It makes the air fresh and clears the mind. A thought comes to mind as i turn back in time to when i was a kid, and played hooky from school on such days. I had a cabin behind my dads house I played in. I would hide in their and sneak into my grandmothers next door, and get home made oatmeal cookies with butter on them, slip back out and curl up with a old blanket. Close my eyes eat cookies, and listen to the rain. I have never been at peace as much as I was then. Simpler times, safer days. I don't get to relax like that any more. Except on days like today. No work to do today, and nothing pressing to do. Just sit here and relax. Maybe once a year if I am lucky.

I am soooo... relaxed. Just taking in the smell of the air, how clean things feel. Tilted back in my rocker day dreaming. Suddenly, I am jolted back by a racket bounding up the porch, chain and all. The neighbors dog, a half Shepard half Hinze 57 has broken loose again. The varmint is soaked to the skin, and coming under the back overhang. Wait, stop, Oh man, now I'm soaked. Dam dog ruined a perfect time. I start to get up, when he jumps up on my lap with a paw on either side of my shoulder, pushing me back down. He is wagging his tail to be petted. I raise my hands to push him off, and get a big Slurpee lick across my face. Ucko, dog slobbers, nasty. He does it again, and I cant help but laugh, and he knows it. All I can do is pet him. and rub his head. He lays his head on my shoulder, and the smell of wet dog floods my senses.
 
Then I remember all the dogs I have had in my life. Patty my first. She was a black cocker, and kept me constant company. Always at my side, and ready to play till I was thirteen, when she passed.
Then ginger. A high strung beagle always ready to go hunting. I will never forget that howl type bark she had. I could always tell when she had a rabbit on the run, and when she caught it. We hunted together for years then one day she vanished without a trace. Dad said the Carney folks got her.
 
Then Benny. As I think back now, he must have been part lab, as much as he liked the water, when we hunted the michuchan ditch line. He would always be in the water after the muskrats I shot, and even enjoyed soaking me when he got the chance. I swear that dog had a sense of humor.
 
Then rusty a full blood black and tan Shepard. My fondest memory of him was when we were at the old bridge, and he cut his paw real bad going after a ground hog, across the bank. He was soaked to the bone, I had to put him over my shoulders an carry him home, about a mile or more. I don't remember who enjoyed it more, him or me. I do remember mom getting mad because now I stank like wet dog, and my shirt would never be the same.

 Then there was duke, bad to the bone. I was working private police in Florida at this one hotel unit. Word got out that a full blood Shepard was to be destroyed because he bit to many people. 34 to be exact. I got hold of the owner and asked if I could see the dog, and maybe have him, if I could control him. Sign this wavier of liability , and you can go for it . I warn you, he is bad mean. I went to the back found he was in a fenced in area , around a thousand gallon propane tank. He stormed the fence when he seen me, and I ordered him to obey a command, and he did. Did I mention that he was professionally police trained, and that his handlers did not know the proper commands to control him. I took him home that night, and my wife loved him from the start. He protected her and or new baby son right away. If we put the boy on the bed, duke jumped up and made himself to home. Did you know that a dog wet with sea water has a different smell than fresh water? Funny I should remember that. We had him for many years of joy. 

Then, lets see, little girl was next. Full blood doberman, black and tan with a white star on her chest. Runt of the litter, she never got full size. But she was aggressive as a dog twice her size. I loved that dog. she went with me every place.
 
Then the last, Bear. She was a cross between Shepard and Rottweiler. Fawn in color, she looked like a young deer. She loved the water, and riding in the boat. Had to pull her in the boat the first time. After that, I could not keep her out of it, even if it was on the ground in the yard. She loved to go fishing. She would sit and watch the end of the pole. Then, when it moved, she got all nervous and started to whine and fidget.

I wont have another dog. I'm to old to have a big dog and I don't want a ankle biter. But this varmint, this big, muddy, wet varmint in my lap.He is stirring something inside me. With his wet coat and good humor, I just cant stay mad at him. He took me home to my friends. Home to my best friends over the years. Maybe, hell maybe I'm not as old as i think. Just maybe I just need another friend to help me remember just how much fun a wet dog can be, muddy paws and all.
Come on boy ill take you home, the rain will do us both good.