We must forget the past and work,
together for a brighter morn.
Let hatred die with the old year,
and let our new future be born.
So, let us touch our glasses,
together in a toast to better ways.
Here’s to your prosperity my friends,
may life bring you better days…
Tag: life
New Year’s Eve
New Year’s Eve is full of greetings and salutations.
So let’s start it off right with drunken celebrations.
First Kisses
I would love to say,
I saw lightning flashing,
heard thunder rolling,
fireworks exploding in the air,
like on ‘Love American Style’.
But I was too busy,
shaking and sweating.
Television and realty,
are never quite the same.
Sleeping Alone
even in a crowd one can still find solitude—silence is overrated
My children got me a subscription to a service called Storyworth. It sends me a weekly prompt, usually something about my childhood, to help get those creative juices flowing. Of course, the end result will hopefully be to produce a kind of diary that might leave some small insight into who I was back in the day.
One of those prompts read, “when you were a child, did you have to share a bedroom and possibly a bed with your siblings?”
Wait a doggone second guys. Do you mean to tell me that sleeping alone when you were a child is a real thing? Man, when I was growing up back in Wakenda, I recall the biggest house we ever lived in had four bedrooms. I know that a four-bedroom house might sound like a mansion but when you throw in the fact that there were more kids than you could count without using your toes, plus mom and dad, that sure didn’t leave much space.
Heck, even after I joined the Army, depending on where I was stationed, I had to share a bedroom with 4 to 12 other people. Then I got married and spent each night of my life sharing a bed.
After all those years, I’m not sure I could sleep a whole night without the sound of snoring and an occasional fart drifting out from under the covers.
Been Gone Too Long
One might assume, that my extended absence could be taken as a sign of a wonderful vacation. Perhaps a global adventure across continents or a trek of solitude high upon a mountain path. Maybe a quiet dip into the foamy waves of an exotic ocean or even an inspirational sabbatical to a Tibetan monastery.
For those with a more pessimistic mindset and are always looking for some doom and gloom, perhaps something with a little more drama. Like being incarcerated for some nefarious crime or better yet, on my death bed doing battle with the Devil for my eternal soul.
I am quite sad to report that the answer is NO to the first paragraph but very happy to give a resounding NO to the second.
In truth I have been happily crawling around in the tilled soil of my back yard in an attempt to call myself a gardener. Though my plants would most assuredly disagree, the wonderful crop of weeds and crab grass are singing my praises. However, I did manage to collect enough tomatoes, peppers, onions and green beans to satisfy my ego and to give me enough inspiration to attempt it all again next year.
I must admit that I had lost interest in pen and paper. But the nostalgia of visiting with family and friends over this past holiday season, combined with spending these last few days in my recliner with TV remote in hand binge watching “The Waltons”, has sparked my inspiration once again.
With a brand-new year ready to begin, my first official resolution—one among many—is to return to the blogging world. So, I want to say thank you in advance to what I hope will become a great friendship.
Jerry Brotherton 