the grandkds

Pat and I are in Michigan this week staying with two granddaughters while their parents and another grandchild go to Mackinaw Island for three days. It is an annual event for the fourth grade class. Today is the first day, and already one of the girls had to come home from school. She has an upset stomach. The oldest daughter gets home about 2:30. We then have to pile these kids in a car and go to another school and pick up a granddaughter from another family. We will bring them all back here and cook dinner then it is off with the oldest to soccer practice about twenty miles from here. Drive em to school, pick em up , run em here there and every where. I don't know how modern parents do it any more. We had none of this when I was a child. Everything was right in our neighborhood. Baseball practice was within walking distance and all games were within a mile of the house. One of our granddaughters plays on a team that is part of an olympic development group. She travels all over the midwest to play her games. This costs several thousand a year. Pat and I don't understand how modern parents keep up with it all!!
the Ol' Curmudgeon

My newest poem

I saw a T shirt one time and it had this message inscribed on it,"The older I get the better I was." I decided to write a poem using that theme. It seems that when old guys, like myself, get together some exageration occurs. Hence the expression. Here is the poem.

The Older We Get, The Better We Was

When I get together with other old men
and we get to talkin' 'bout way back when
we tend to embellish the tiniest bit.
We want to remember when we were a hit.
Why when I was in high school, I remember back then,
I ran the mile in a minute and ten,
then rested five minutes and did it again.
That's what I might say to other old guys
when I hear them share a pack of their lies.
My buddy Elmer never weighed more than one ten
tells 'bout the time that he whipped fifteen men.
Now we all know that Elmer always ran from a fight,
but he sees himself in a much different light.
Bubba chimes in and remembers the time
that he bought a new Chrysler for ten bucks and a dime.
Wilbur remembers when he pitched a no hitter
with his arm in a sling! You don't call him a quitter!
Old Billy recalls he was good at the dance.
How he wore out the shoes and the cuffs on his pants.
I remember old Billy in the back of the gym
Hopin' the girls wouldn't recognize him.
When a girl would approach him comin' 'cross the gym floor
Billy would head through the crowd for the door.
It's not that we're lyin'; It's what memory does,
and the older we get, The better we was.
The Ol' Curmudgeon

poetry

I have decided to put some more of my poetry on line. This poem was written for my granddaughter Nicole who was 6 at the time . Her little brother was 3

Nicole's Revenge..

My little brother, bless his heart,
snuck in and tore my room apart.
Ididn't tell mama bless my soul
instead I dug a great big hole,
and put his toys in nice and deep.
I did it while he was asleep.
Then I put the hose in too
and filled it 'til it all was goo.
After this he'll surely see
he doesn't want to mess with me.

photos from other countries

As I said in my previous post, I have been surfing blog sites for the last few days looking for signs of intelligent life. I have found very little, however it just dawned on me that I have viewed many pictures of people from other countries posing in front of churches, posing at the dinner table with their families, some were of families and friends at weddings, others were of family pets being held, stroked and loved by people with smiling faces. I realized that people around the world want very few things. They need food, shelter, clothes and a few modest luxuries and they will be happy. I felt that I was a guest of these people as I viewed their photos even though I couldn't understand their language. I realized that we all want and appreciate the same things. The news is full of politics. This country is pissed at that country and so forth. It's a damned shame that all of these demigog politicos get in the way and cause us to have all of these negative views of other countries, and peoples of the world.
The Ol' Curmudgeon