Sunday, October 27, 2013

Falling Back

               I regret that I can't set it and I knew I should buy two
               Now, the time is changing and I’m not sure what to do
               Just after I sprang forward, I’m expected to fall back
               I need to buy two watches, it’s the knowledge that I lack

               It’s hard to read instructions when they’re fifteen pages long
               I can’t remember at what point I started going wrong
               I can’t tell which knob I should push and which one I should hold
               I do know that this process is starting to get old

               I guess I’ll have to wait a while until I see my son
               He might just be my only hope of getting all this done
               So here is something that you’ll hear, every day from me
               In this case I’m glad the apple…fell far from the tree!

The concept of Daylight Saving Time was first introduced by Benjamin Franklin in 1784 on a visit to London. He was trying to find a way to save on the use of candles. He also wanted to find a way to enable us to make better use of the daylight hours.

There is one more fact that I know about this time change. I know that I am unable to follow the instructions that were included with my digital watch. The only answer that I could come up with was to buy two watches.

This time I thought I would express my thoughts in a poem. I hope you enjoy it!


              


Monday, October 21, 2013

"Trick or Treat"

                                I did not even care about the candy
                                Their reaction to my outfit meant much more
                                The sad part is they did not even notice
                                The very clever costume that I wore.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                                                                             
It’s getting close to Halloween and that got the old wheels turning. I remember going out to trick or treat when I was young. The first costume I can remember wearing was of a skeleton. The most unappreciated thing I ever did was to put on an entire “Sunday School” outfit backwards. It was complete with coat and a tie which was resting on my spine as I backed up to the doors of the neighborhood.

I had found several pairs of my father’s old shoes in an upstairs storage room. These shoes were so old that they were almost in style again. He never wore them and probably was not even aware of their existence.  I chose a pair of lace ups and quickly removed the shoestrings. I was about to test my theory.

I had thought that I could possibly wear my dad’s shoes backwards for that night and I was about to see if my plan would work. I needed to be able to slide the back of my foot as far as I could into the opening where the laces normally were.

I’m not sure what age I was, but I remember the sport coat and tie that I was wearing. That allows me to get it within a year or two. Since I never had more than one coat and tie at the same time, my best guess would put me at about ten or eleven years old. My feet were not nearly the size that they are today so the plan actually worked. I was able to wear my father’s shoes backwards for at least an hour or two and that was all the time I needed.

I completed my look by wearing a mask on the back of my head and one of my dad’s hats. I was ready to go for the candy, squashed up feet and all. I was about to walk the streets of Glen Ferris backwards.
I don’t remember a lot more about that night. I can still picture the people handing me candy, but they did not comment on my outfit. The way I remember it is that they told me I looked nice.

Glen Ferris was a small community of about seventy one houses. I know this because I delivered the local newspaper and I had every house but one as a customer. In the days after Halloween the neighbors would discuss which outfits they liked the most or which were the scariest. They didn’t seem to have a favorite costume, but they all seemed to agree on the strangest one they had seen. 

None of them could understand why a young boy had chosen to wear a coat and tie for a Halloween costume.  They all said it was nice, but lacked imagination. They said it had no pizazz!

Sometimes our best ideas are not appreciated. There are also times when others aren’t even aware of our efforts. I guess my night of walking backwards from door to door went unnoticed. We learn that everything does not always work out like we think it will. We just keep going on…one step at a time.


"Trick or Treat"

                          I didn't even care about the candy
                          Their reaction to my outfit meant much more
                          The sad part is they did not even notice
                          The very clever costume that I wore.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                                                                             
It’s getting close to Halloween and that got the old wheels turning. I remember going out to trick or treat when I was young. The first costume I can remember wearing was of a skeleton. The most unappreciated thing I ever did was to put on an entire “Sunday School” outfit backwards. It was complete with coat and a tie which was resting on my spine as I backed up to the doors of the neighborhood.

I had found several pairs of my father’s old shoes in an upstairs storage room. These shoes were so old that they were almost in style again. He never wore them and probably wasn’t even aware of their existence.  I chose a pair of lace ups and quickly removed the shoestrings. I was about to test my theory
.
I had thought that I could possibly wear my dad’s shoes backwards for that night and I was about to see if my plan would work. I needed to be able to slide the back of my foot as far as I could into the opening where the laces normally were.

I’m not sure what age I was, but I remember the sport coat and tie that I was wearing. That allows me to get it within a year or two. Since I never had more than one coat and tie at the same time, my best guess would put me at about ten or eleven years old. My feet were not nearly the size that they are today so the plan actually worked. I was able to wear my father’s shoes backwards for at least an hour or two and that was all the time I needed.

I completed my look by wearing a mask on the back of my head and one of my dad’s hats. I was ready to go for the candy, squashed up feet and all. I was about to walk the streets of Glen Ferris backwards.
I don’t remember a lot more about that night. I can still picture the people handing me candy, but they didn’t comment on my outfit. The way I remember it is that they told me I looked nice.

Glen Ferris was a small community of about seventy one houses. I know this because I delivered the local newspaper and I had every house but one as a customer. In the days after Halloween the neighbors would discuss which outfits they liked the most or which were the scariest. They did not seem to have a favorite costume, but they all seemed to agree on the strangest one they had seen. 

None of them could understand why a young boy had chosen to wear a coat and tie for a Halloween costume.  They all said it was nice, but lacked imagination. They said it had no pizazz!

Sometimes our best ideas are not appreciated. There are also times when others aren’t even aware of our efforts. I guess my night of walking backwards from door to door went unnoticed. We learn that everything does not always work out like we think it will. We just keep going on…one step at a time.


"Trick or Treat"

                                  I didn't even care about the candy
                                  Their reaction to my outfit meant much more
                                  The sad part is they did not even notice
                                  The very clever costume that I wore.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                                                                             
It’s getting close to Halloween and that got the old wheels turning. I remember going out to trick or treat when I was young. The first costume I can remember wearing was of a skeleton. The most unappreciated thing I ever did was to put on an entire “Sunday School” outfit backwards. It was complete with coat and a tie which was resting on my spine as I backed up to the doors of the neighborhood.

I had found several pairs of my father’s old shoes in an upstairs storage room. These shoes were so old that they were almost in style again. He never wore them and probably wasn’t even aware of their existence.  I chose a pair of lace ups and quickly removed the shoestrings. I was about to test my theory.

I had thought that I could possibly wear my dad’s shoes backwards for that night and I was about to see if my plan would work. I needed to be able to slide the back of my foot as far as I could into the opening where the laces normally were.

I’m not sure what age I was, but I remember the sport coat and tie that I was wearing. That allows me to get it within a year or two. Since I never had more than one coat and tie at the same time, my best guess would put me at about ten or eleven years old. My feet were not nearly the size that they are today so the plan actually worked. I was able to wear my father’s shoes backwards for at least an hour or two and that was all the time I needed.

I completed my look by wearing a mask on the back of my head and one of my dad’s hats. I was ready to go for the candy, squashed up feet and all. I was about to walk the streets of Glen Ferris backwards.

I don’t remember a lot more about that night. I can still picture the people handing me candy, but they didn’t comment on my outfit. The way I remember it is that they told me I looked nice
.
Glen Ferris was a small community of about seventy one houses. I know this because I delivered the local newspaper and I had every house but one as a customer. In the days after Halloween the neighbors would discuss which outfits they liked the most or which were the scariest. They didn’t seem to have a favorite costume, but they all seemed to agree on the strangest one they had seen.

None of them could understand why a young boy had chosen to wear a coat and tie for a Halloween costume.  They all said it was nice, but lacked imagination. They said it had no pizazz!

Sometimes our best ideas are not appreciated. There are also times when others aren’t even aware of our efforts. I guess my night of walking backwards from door to door went unnoticed. We learn that everything doesn’t always work out like we think it will. We just keep going on…one step at a time.


"Trick or Treat"

                             I did not even care about the candy
                             Their reaction to my outfit meant much more
                             The sad part is they did not even notice
                             The very clever costume that I wore.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                                                                             
It’s getting close to Halloween and that got the old wheels turning. I remember going out to trick or treat when I was young. The first costume I can remember wearing was of a skeleton. The most unappreciated thing I ever did was to put on an entire “Sunday School” outfit backwards. It was complete with coat and a necktie which was resting on my spine as I backed up to the doors of the neighborhood.

I had found several pairs of my father’s old shoes in an upstairs storage room. These shoes were so old that they were almost in style again. He never wore them and probably was not even aware of their existence.  I chose a pair of lace ups and quickly removed the shoestrings. I was about to test my theory.

I had thought that I could possibly wear my dad’s shoes backwards for that night and I was about to see if my plan would work. I needed to be able to slide the back of my foot as far as I could into the opening where the laces normally were.

I’m not sure what age I was, but I remember the sport coat and tie that I was wearing. That allows me to get it within a year or two. Since I never had more than one coat and tie at the same time, my best guess would put me at about ten or eleven years old. My feet were not nearly the size that they are today so the plan actually worked. I was able to wear my father’s shoes backwards for at least an hour or two and that was all the time I needed.

I completed my look by wearing a mask on the back of my heads and one of my dad’s hats. I was ready to go for the candy, squashed up feet and all. I was about to walk the streets of Glen Ferris backwards.
I don’t remember a lot more about that night. I can still picture the people handing me candy, but they didn’t comment on my outfit. The way I remember it is that they told me I looked nice.

Glen Ferris was a small community of about seventy one houses. I know this because I delivered the local newspaper and I had every house but one as a customer. In the days after Halloween the neighbors would discuss which outfits they liked the most or which were the scariest. They didn’t seem to have a favorite costume, but they all seemed to agree on the strangest one they had seen.

None of them could understand why a young boy had chosen to wear a coat and tie for a Halloween costume.  They all said it was nice, but lacked imagination. They said it had no pizazz!

Sometimes our best ideas are not appreciated. There are also times when others are not even aware of our efforts. I guess my night of walking backwards from door to door went unnoticed. We learn that everything does not always work out like we think it will. We just keep going on…One step at a time.


Monday, October 14, 2013

Some Senior Thoughts

                                  I wish that I could figure out when I became this old

                                  It does not happen overnight, or so I have been told

                                  But, changes happen every day so just enjoy the ride

                                  The most important part of you is how you are inside.




I have seen things in my lifetime that I could not explain with certainty. Things that I knew were real, but I could not understand why they were there. I saw my first one when I was in grade school at a friend’s house.

Of course, I am speaking of chairs in bathrooms. I was used to seeing only one place to sit and it was never upholstered to my knowledge. Most were plain, white, and cold during the winter months. I quickly ruled out any chance that the extra seat was for someone waiting to use the facility. If there ever needed to be a separate waiting area for any place I can think of, the bathroom would have to be at or near the top of the list.

I now have one of these “second seats” as well, but not as a decorating statement. Putting on a pair of shorts or jeans is not as easy as it once was. I can remember hopping across the floor with on leg in and one leg out of my pants while attempting to dress. That was in my younger days when strength and balance were something that I took for granted. Trying that at my age would be a recipe for disaster.

I can also remember having the ability to tie my shoelaces by simply bending over while standing. That is no longer the best option for me. Most times, I now drop to one knee and then the other in order to complete this once simple task. When a chair in available, I use it.

As we grow older, many of the changes in our looks and abilities are gradual. Maybe that is to give us a chance to adapt and accept the differences as we are experiencing them. I once talked about the “funhouse mirrors” that I used to enjoy looking into when going to carnivals. Some would make you look taller and some might make you look twice as heavy as you really were. Some angles would “stretch” your forehead to the point where you looked bald headed.

 Maybe those mirrors were only partly meant for entertainment. Maybe they were also meant to start preparing us for the future. I can remember when seeing a heavy balding person in the mirror made me laugh. Not so much, lately.





Some Senior Thoughts

                                              I wish that I could figure out just when I became old.

                                              It does not happen overnight, or so I have been told

                                              But, changes happen every day so just enjoy the ride

                                              The most important part of you is how you are inside.


I have seen things in my lifetime that I could not explain with certainty. Things that I knew were real, but I could not understand why they were there. I saw my first one at a friend's house when I was still in grade school.
  
Of course, I am speaking of chairs in bathrooms. I was used to seeing only one place to sit and it was never upholstered to my knowledge. Most were plain, white, and cold during the winter months. I quickly ruled out any chance that the extra seat was for someone waiting to use the facility. If there ever needed to be a separate waiting area for any place I can think of, the bathroom would have to be at or near the top of the list.

I now have one of these “second seats” as well, but not as a decorating statement. Putting on a pair of shorts or jeans is not as easy as it once was. I can remember hopping across the floor with on leg in and one leg out of my pants while attempting to dress. That was in my younger days when strength and balance were something that I took for granted. Trying that at my age would be a recipe for disaster.

I can also remember having the ability to tie my shoelaces by simply bending over while standing. That is no longer the best option for me. Most times, I now drop to one knee and then the other in order to complete this once simple task. When a chair in available, I use it.

As we grow older, many of the changes in our looks and abilities are gradual. Maybe that is to give us a chance to adapt and accept the differences as we are experiencing them. I once talked about the “funhouse mirrors” that I used to enjoy looking into when going to carnivals. Some would make you look taller and some might make you look twice as heavy as you really were. Some angles would “stretch” your forehead to the point where you looked bald headed. Maybe those mirrors were only partly meant for entertainment. Maybe they were also meant to start preparing us for the future. I can remember when seeing a heavy balding person in the mirror made me laugh. Not so much, lately.





Friday, October 4, 2013

Retirement Years


                   I don't care if my clock's working and I won't set my alarm
                   I can't see why sleeping past daylight will cause somebody harm
                   I've spent my time at time clocks and I've always done my best
                   I'm at the time in my lifetime when I deserve a rest.


                                      
                                              
                                         

I am rapidly approaching the third anniversary of my retirement. My retirement date was 12/21/2010. It was also known as the “official” day that the world would end. We all like to consider ourselves irreplaceable, but I do not believe that the two events were thought to be connected. I had planned a much quieter celebration.

I wanted to enter into retirement in a classy way. I wanted to leave my work place and my friends with a somber show of gratitude and affection. Maybe running around the room yelling, “You have to work tomorrow and I don’t” was taking it a bit too far. Maybe I should have said “Yippee” once or twice less often. Who knew for sure?

But, now my life is going at a slower pace and that’s fine. As we get older we should not require constant entertainment. At my age, there are only a few things that I need to be regular and one of them is my heartbeat.

Appointments shift from those with our friends to those with our physicians. We have fewer dates to circle on your calendar which makes the dates that we do mark, more important.  I guess that we want to be left alone and also be needed at the same time. Sometimes we want the world to go on without us, but always looking back to see that we are safe.

We can’t always have everything we wish for and I believe that is a good thing. We don’t always see the long term affects or the “big picture”. We just keep putting one foot in front of the other and maybe making someone’s life a little better along the way. You should never retire from that. Of course, that is only my opinion.






An Ode to Retirement

I know that I no longer work and it's alright with me
   I don't set my alarm clock and my evenings are all free
       But, I still will have my time to spend in any way I choose
As long as I'm productive, there is no way I can lose
                                                          .
 I am rapidly approaching the third anniversary of my retirement. My retirement date was 12/21/2010. It was also known as the “official” day that the world would end. We all like to consider ourselves irreplaceable, but I do not believe that the two events were thought to be connected. I had planned a much quieter celebration.

I wanted to enter into retirement in a classy way. I wanted to leave my work place and my friends with a somber show of gratitude and affection. Maybe running around the room yelling, “You have to work tomorrow and I don’t” was taking it a bit too far. Maybe I should have said “Yippee” once or twice less often. Who knew for sure?

But, now my life is going at a slower pace and that’s fine. As we get older we should not require constant entertainment. At my age, there are only a few things that I need to be regular and one of them is my heartbeat.

Appointments shift from those with our friends to those with our physicians. We have fewer dates to circle on your calendar which make the dates that we do mark, more important.  I guess that we want to be left alone and also to be needed at the same time. Sometimes we want the world to go on without us, but always looking back to see that we are safe.

We can’t always have everything we wish for and I believe that is a good thing. We don’t always see the long term affects or the “big picture”. We just keep putting one foot in front of the other and maybe making someone’s life a little better along the way. You should never retire from that. Of course, that is only my opinion.