Morning Jr, Bud and everyone that stops by. Actually getting close to 32* for a high temp today before the next round comes through.

 

Morning Merry-land...Happy Hump Day!!!

 

Afternoon world....today was Wifey's Doctor day! Good deal tho....one year after hip # 2 surgery - a clean bill of health for both and she doesn't go back for check-up for TWO years

 

Howdy Merryland.

 

Once upon a winter, cold and still
Trees like skeletons of what they would be
The bike trail was frozen in places
Late as it was in the year

Wheaton Regional park
A fine forrest
Anything could be found here
Sometimes deer, very young ones

Snow crunches underfoot
A crisp smell chills the nose
Toes can get tingly or lose feeling
In boots not well suited

A coat, and jacket, a sweater, and several t-shirts
Sweat pants, and a pair of levies over them.
Layers to keep warm
And gloves, if you could stand to lose the touching ability

Sometimes I didn't want to lose that
I had to be able to feel the branches and play with things
But fingers unprotected got numb
And you had to stick them back in your pockets a lot.

The lake was frozen except for the very center
All the old stories about breaking through the ice warned against it
Still I cut across the end opposite the dam
Listening for the ice to creak

At Col. E. Brooke Lee school, home room was already happening
I was late, but I didn't care. What good was it?
What would I see in that place compared to this?
And I didn't have to put up with bullies at the bus stop

I trudge past the skating rink, no sign of anything going on
Turn up onto the trail to school
I could have ridden a warm bus, and been on time.
But that was not for me, it wasn't safe

So instead I wandered through the winter woods
Gathering memories to last for years
And my heart hardened against stupid people
Who made the bus a thing to be shunned

Rather I should be a wanderer
Seeing things no one else heard of except in class
It gave me a freedom in a way
Greg Johnson could kiss my ***!

Chipped tooth idiot that he was...


I often had some beer barrel root beer candies, or cinnamon treats with me on those walks. But this is a true account, there was a punk that picked on younger kids and stole from them - who made me become strong.

I chose my own path


And I hope his own karma hit him HARD!


* I wrote all of that thinking back, I suppose I would not have even thought of it if the winter had not brought cold days to Memphis. But the woods of Maryland were a wonderful place to wander in. I can't think of a better place to go and enjoy the woods

 

Good morning all

 

Morning world....

 

Morning Merry-land...Bud...this is for you...

 

Brady??? Brady who?????

 

Howdy Merryland.

 

Good evening all

 

Good morning all
it's a whopping 12 degrees down my way--COLD

 

Morning Merry-land...jr...send some of that warmth my way...17 BELOW when I rolled out of bed!!!

 

Good morning chilly world!

 

Howdy Merryland.