Sunday, February 28, 2010
Where Men are Men
His name was Jeremiah Johnson, and they say he wanted to be a mountain man. The story goes that he was a man of proper wit and adventurous spirit, suited to the mountains. Nobody knows whereabouts he come from and don't seem to matter much. He was a young man and ghosty stories about the tall hills didn't scare him none. He was looking for a Hawken gun, .50 caliber or better. He settled for a .30, but damn, it was a genuine Hawken, and you couldn't go no better. Bought him a good horse, and traps, and other truck that went with being a mountain man, and said good-bye to whatever life was down there below.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Leader of the Band
"His blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul. My life has been a poor attempt, to imitate the man. I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band." ~Dan Fogelberg
*9 years ago my life changed. I lost but I also gained. It taught me to live my life, enjoy those around me, and see the world. Time is precious and you never know when God will call you up to Heaven. Old as I am, I still miss my daddy.
Friday, February 26, 2010
In the Hood
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Dōgen Days
All my life perplexed by truth and falsity, right and wrong;
Now amusing myself in the moonlight,
Laughing at the wind,
Listening to the songs of birds –
So many years spent idly contemplating
The immense white layer on the mountains;
This winter, all of a sudden,
I see it for the first time as a snow-mountain.
~Eihei Dōgen
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Winter Peeling
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
~Robert Frost
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Klastos
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Technology Killed The.....
Friday, February 19, 2010
Friday Night Lights
Thursday, February 18, 2010
A Walk In the Woods
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Lent
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saint Valentine
Friday, February 12, 2010
Road Trip
Thursday, February 11, 2010
It's A Small World
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I think it's going to rain today......
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Happy Worker
Saturday, February 6, 2010
I refuse to believe people don't listen to me
How many times do I have to make this point? You cannot wear your pajama pants to town even though they are camouflage. The camo does not "hide" the fact that they are indeed pajama pants. No, they aren't the same thing as sweats, do you work out in your camouflage pjs? I didn't think so. Yes they are different then my yoga pants, the yoga pants don't have easy pee pee access. Perhaps I need to bring in some intervention into this house ~the horror! I don't remember my vows including "love, honor, and cherish even if you end up on the People of Walmart website". Don't push it man!
Friday, February 5, 2010
Every week for some months Miss Agnes Morris left her house in Crail, Fife, and set off down the street with a tin of metal polish and a duster. You see, a neighbor of Miss Morris' was in the hospital, and she wondered if there was something she could do to help. Then she thought--even though the house is closed, at least she could keep the brass doorknob and knocker polished and bright. I don't think she could have hit on a happier idea. For surely nothing proclaims a woman's pride in her home so splendidly as shining brasses. In a way, they're a measure of the woman whose home it is--for you can be sure that if the brasses on the door are kept bright you won't be able to find much fault with the rest of the house. ~The Friendship Book Feb.5, 1972
Thursday, February 4, 2010
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