Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

When I Am Old

When I am old, in just a handful of years
I will embrace the gypsy in me,
waving goodbye to khaki and navy and black
no more solids will I wear upon my back;
no more tailored skirts or slacks
instead, when I wear clothing at all I’ll pair paisleys with polka dots and
florals with stripes.
Flowing skirts will swirl around my slender ankles and peasant blouses will billow in the wind.

When I am old in a dozen years or so,
I will dress only for weddings and funerals,
and on each warm night I will shed my clothing
Dancing sky clad for
All the world to see, and everyone
Will say, “Isn’t she cute?”
Surely when age has tempered my body,
softened my wrinkles, and
subtly weathered my weary old bones
I will have earned the right
To dance naked beneath the stars.

Walking with the Sun on My Face

Great post by redswrap.wordpress.com

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Here are my ten thoughts about the world today.

1. Sometimes I miss carrying people but it’s nice to swing my arms when I walk and have no worries.

2. I had lost touch with how intensely self-conscious my Nicaraguan children sometimes were in places  we went as a white family but I am remembering it now and wish I’d really understood what I was seeing when I was seeing it.

3. If there is a God, I think he or she frequently gives people more than they can handle but they survive mostly because they decide to focus on what’s going to happen in the next five minutes.

4. I will never fully understand the concept of forgiveness although I do understand reaching a point of letting go of one’s rage before it becomes lethal.

5. Martin Niemoller’s caution still rings true even though we like to see it as…

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Seduction or Ode to a Peach

round, sweet 

pink, firmly soft

easy on the eyes

heaven on the lips

let me fill myself with

your summer scent

with all the beauty

you possess. 

  
Peach, people!

Opulent 

blue green opal tucked
within rings of solid gold
october’s gemstone.

fiery flashes
sparkling illumination
bright dalliances.

delicate wire twists
displaying earth’s opulence
captured in one stone.

  

slipped on slim finger
a ring for all the ages
smooth and elegant.

Daddy and the Perfect Bag

Every day I spend a little time thinking about my Daddy. I don’t plan to; it just happens. He was quite a guy, and he impacted our lives in many ways.

Studly Doright and I were privileged to have Daddy live with us the last few years of his life, and it was a great experience for all of us; although, I’m sure Daddy often thought we were nuts. That’s ok, he was a little nuts, too.

Daddy loved golf and was in part responsible for Studly playing. But, by the time he moved to Melbourne, FL, where we lived at the time, Daddy’s COPD prevented him from hitting the course as much as he’d have liked. 

He still played a few times, though, even earning a “Closest to the Pin” trophy in a charity tournament.  Man, was he proud of that trophy! Any visitor to our home was invited to gaze on it in awe.

Long after Daddy stopped playing he would sit out in our garage imagining courses he’d played in years gone by and putting together the perfect set of clubs for a round of golf there. Often Studly would go looking for one of his clubs only to find it taking up space in Daddy’s “dream bag.”

“Gerald,” Studly would ask, “Have you seen my 5 wood?”

“Yeah, it might be in my bag,” Daddy would say. “I was thinking of number 4 at the Floydada Country Club. I thought I could reach the green with that 5 wood.”

Even now that Daddy has been gone for many years we still go looking in his bag anytime a club is missing, just in case he needed it for that perfect round.

Miss you Daddy. I hope you’ve got just the right clubs for whatever course you’re playing now.

Daddy holding his oldest great-grandson.

 

Father’s Day Post #3: Life is Full of Fine Surprises

Lovely tribute from redswrap.wordpress.com

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One day my husband had no children and the next day he was the stepfather of an 11-year old girl. It happened that fast, overnight.

None of us knew what we were doing.

We just lurched. We lurched from getting along well enough to detesting each other and wishing an Annulment Angel would appear and make everything a hazy, long ago memory. My daughter’s eye-rolling matched my own ambivalence, having married a man I’d only known five short months after living as a single person for a very long time. The phrase ‘what was I thinking’ was on perpetual echo in my brain. The two of us, my daughter and I, had made a life. It was occasionally short on cash and clouded by unpredictable and undependable relationships, but otherwise we had our routine. We had our tuna casserole and we were fine.

My daughter also already had a father…

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Interstate Parking Lots–a Sonnet

more than 800 miles stretched before us
upon leaving home early this morning
with 300 strong horses to serve us
we conquered the road, 4 wheels a’turning

but summer’s freeways hold pitfalls galore:
roadwork, collisions, detours, and potholes
soon our horses could stretch their legs no more
the brakes were applied more than our throttles.

with technology we looked to the skies
and soon plotted a course for our horses
our new path allowed those miles to fly by
thanks to heaven for satellite choices!

our route now is open; traffic is clear
the steeds are running in their highest gear.

Studly Doright is responsible for much of this poem, most of which was composed as we sat in bumper to bumper traffic on I65.

Road Trip

two bikes in the back
of an old blue pickup truck
red striped straps hold firm.

a long way to go
Fayetteville, Arkansas, bound
settled in the cab.

bypass truckers’ stops
favoring mom and pop shops
plain country cooking.

Good conversation
with a real good man, my man;
wonder if he knows…

that these shared journeys
mean much more to me than where
this old road might go.

  
Not our truck. Not our bikes. But you get the idea!