It Could be a Rough Year

I got a shot today, (totally cruel and unwarranted)

From Grandson Trav,

(GST).

Jeez, sounds like an already existing tax to me.

I like him a lot better, though,

than I like the tax.

(Bet that makes you feel warm and fuzzy and wanted),

eh GST!

Gotcha!

GST sugests that

since there's been no posting since 01/01/10

I must be a slaggard,

Say's he.

Wait untill you're 67,

(albeit he's taller than me and his six foot plus father)

And see how you multi-task

You little pipsqueak, says's me.

Really do love you a lot, anyway GST.

So much for the banalities.

On to other things.

You'd never believe it!

The old fa^t has started skipping.

Hey, my grandsons talk about skipping school

So with no school to skip,

I've started skipping rope.

All the better for the old cardio-vascular stuff.

And that's important

'Cause on my hike into the Canyon

In November,

On the return,

THE CLIMB,

I hurt!

Hurt, as in after hiking for awhile

Was pausing every few hundred yards

For a breather.

No segue, just a another topic.

Today is Sunday

And what do all Americans do on Sunday?

Go to the football game,

Or watch it on TV

And pray for their team to win.

Curt Warner, QB for Az describes, after each game,

How his God was in control of the game.

Well today was proof of that!

In OT, the Green Bay QB

Had the ball knocked out of his hands,

It bounced off of his foot,

And into the arms of the AZ linebacker

Who ran it in

For a TD!

. . . And I doubted . . .

Warner made a believer of me!

Now, if God can change his interest

Away from sport

And focus on

The oppressed and the maimed, on one hand,

And the cruel and the vicious, on the other,

What a wonderful world this will be!

Recently I read a book, 'The American Jesus'

Who is this mythical, mystical

God who is a panacea

To all problems,

If we but believe!

Remind you of anyone?

Oh well, each group of the righteously indignant

Have one.

Wow, I'm a rambler of sorts,

How did I get from the GST, (one of eight favourite grandchildren)

To football, to

The latest incarnation of God?

Personally I prefer the God

That the friends of Bill Wilson

Talk about.

The power that in-dwells

And allows us to be

What we can be!

Another segue and I'll

'Hang up the skates'

Twas a brilliant

Three weeks in Niagara.

The days were chilly,

The days were cold,

The days were filled with sunshine,

The days were cloudy,

And, oh how it snowed!

Christmas came,

And with it, the friends and the snow.

Christmas left us,

But took ne'er the friends nor the snow!

So here's how it looked when we left it,

And here's how it looked while there.

Bless us, we're in sunny weather,

With neither a toque nor a care!

(Wish I could attribute this all to that great writer,

Author Anonymous)

But alas, t'was mediocre in style

And t'was me!

Love to You all!

And to all aGoodnight

Not a Resolution

Well, there U Have it!

Another year gone,

Another decade has disappeared.

In the past year I have come

To know my self

And my family even more

By camping, chatting, debating, playing

And dining alongside each of them.

One such ongoing encounter

Was with GSM, (that would be Mitch)

Who helped me to see

My personal Higher Power.

Another year and another decade

I wonder what'll be different,

What'll be better

And what'll be . . . ,

Oops let's keep this on the side of positivity!

What'll be new.

As the Resident Philosopher of this blog

I note that:

This year past has been interesting

And in some ways, really brilliant.

Personally I learned to listen to my body,

And while so doing, watched it

Get stronger, smaller and feel better.

That is until late Fall

When I got side-tracked,

Fortunately I have recently begun listening again.

It's amazing how quickly my body

Responds to lack of care.

A few pounds, some aching muscles

Are quick to appear .

And conversely, how quickly

It reacts to exercise, rest and good eating.

Of course, this is old stuff to many,

The bookshelves are lined with

Information that is common knowledge.

I've learned that, like a good friendship,

It needs to be a dynamic relationship.

Sometimes low key,

Sometimes dynamic,

But always,

Ready to listen and 'to be there.'

A part of this awareness has come

From my knowledge that

In only seven weeks

SILH and I will be strapping

Fifty pounds on our backs

And descending the Grand Canyon

Ending up at Monument Creek.

There are definitely things

About my body

That need to change between now and then.