I’ve decided to simplify my life. Things are just too wild out on the streets so I don’t go there anymore. I’ve also stopped watching the news. And I had to give up reading Dal’s blog because it cut into my nap time. And the Lawrence Welk show is on my agenda again.
With my little dog Tesuque on constant alert for terrorists I have time to sit in my recliner and write poetry. He’s the only thing I have now that eats, except my wife, and she doesn’t eat much.
It didn’t take much for me to move a few things from my closet to the basement, like my suit, my tie, and my pair of good shoes. I don’t plan to attend any more weddings or funerals, and that space is needed for jeans, shirts, fur slippers, and Nikes.
Most of my hats are gone now too, because I’m into my “retired rancher” persona these days. That’s why I always keep my brown Stetson in the Jeep. It cost me 10 bucks extra to have horse manure put on the crown but it’s worth it. How else would anyone know I’m originally from Texas?
Now days I supervise a lot. That probably was my calling all along.
And I’ve turned into a bird watcher. My favorite is the Whippoorwill because it reminds me of the song “My Blue Heaven,” which I like to hum.
Friends don’t come around much anymore but once in a while someone will wander in. They always want to talk about the treasure and when they ask where it’s hidden I say “Why do you want to know?” That really stumps them and I’ve trained my grandkids to come running in about that time. Ha, I may be getting old but my shadow still ain’t cast by no fool.