Addiction #30 Flying Rats

Addiction #30  October 2, 2012

Addiction to Flying Rats

 

 

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Think of the tune to “Up on the housetop, reindeer…”

Up on the housetop pigeon’s feet  pigeons

We can all see them from the street

Down on the shingles with lots of poop  Bird Poop

All for the PebbleCreekers group

 

Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?  Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?

Up on the housetop, click, click, click

Down through the eaves, it’s making me sick.

Sick

 

First comes the folks who like to gripe AlrightAlreadyLogo1400

While the poop dries out and does not ripe

Give them some humor for laughs and cries

lolAnd when looking up they’re should shut their eyes Face poop

 

Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?  Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?

Up on the housetop, click, click, click,

Down through the eaves, it’s making me sick.

 Sick

 

Next comes the lovers Bird Lovers  who like the birds.  

Oh, they don’t mind those avian turds.
wooden slat chairGet them a chair with wooden slats  
winged_rat

So they can watch the flying rats. 

 

Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?  Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?

Up on the housetop, click, click, click,

Down through the eaves, it’s making me sick.

 Sick

 

One more verse will I now write

And hope you can visualize this sight. visualize

Just get a hammer and lots of tacks

Hammer and tacks

And insure your roof doesn’t have any cracks.
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Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?  Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?

Up on the housetop, click, click, click,

Down through the eaves, it’s making… me… sick!!
Sick

Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona…

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Addiction #29 Chick-Fil-A

 Addiction #29  7/28/1012

 

Addiction to Chick-Fil-A

 

Perhaps you’ve wondered why I’ve penned no addictions?

writer's block

I can’t really blame the moderator’s restrictions. no-no-no

Couldn’t seem to find the material I needed.

Now, because of the Creekers, my mind has been seeded!

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I’ve been waiting for some crazy nonsensical stuff.

bright-idea1

And wouldn’t you know it, it was just enough

When those Creeking posters made my day

By ranting and raving about Chick-Fil-A!

couple-arguing1            chick fil a

 

It had nothing to do with the food they put out.

But, t’was another issue it was about.

Naturally our group has varying views;

Newsflash

And of course the media made it very big news.

 

If ignored the subject would gradually fade –

That simple statement that Chick’s boss made. same sex marriage

But the Creekers just simply can’t let it go

And thus, the debate just continues to flow.

 

While the moderators allow it to continue as such

In my mind it’s become a little too much.

Let it go

They should place those debates on total restrictions

As they did to me for my posting addictions!

 

But, back to Fil-A, I now retreat.

Some gag at the thought of going there to eat.

If that’s your choice, No postings, No grief; 

stop complaining

Bypass the chickin’ and eat mor’ beef!!

eat more beef

Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona…

 

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Addiction #28 – Scoop the Poop

Scoop the Poop

 

I noticed a doggie along the street, walkingthedog2

No more than a foot from the owner’s feet.

His back was humped, pooping dog his rump was droopy

And I think he was doing the puppy poopy!

The owner was glancing up to the sky, daydreaming

Ignoring that which did not please his eye.

walking away with the dog And off they went when the chore was done

To let that poop just bake in the sun. dog poop

Apparently the boss was above that chore

Because of that mess he thought no more.

Let someone else make that their concern

For off to his house he now must return.

 

So that made me wonder how he might live.

Respect for his neighbors he does not give.

Most likely his home is a wreck I’m sure,

2.20.15-Dogs-Who-Are-Proud-They-Trashed-Your-House2 And I doubt he’d invite you in for a tour.

 

For a person to ignore what his doggie did

Was maybe even the way he raised his kid.

A trashy place that’s full of germs;

Food in his fridge that’s full of worms.

cleaning-fridge

What? you say, not possibly true…

How would you know unless it was you

Who’s out there ignoring your dutiful call

Of leaving your crap for me and for all.

As the saying goes, “wear it, if the shoe fits”

And clean up the spot where your dog …  s its.

clean up dog

 

 

Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona…

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144 months to live

Well, I’m being a bit pessimistic.  Actually the Social Security Administration says I have 145 months, 27 days, 14 hours and 24 minutes left to collect my benefit (not my entitlement).  That last month’s benefit may have to be returned.  There are other tables out there (one published by John Hancock) that say I might even make it for as many as 168 more months.  I hope John is more accurate that the Social Security Administration.

In truth, at one time, I wanted to live to the age of 160 so my descendants could have bragging rights about their great, great, great-whatever having lived in the 20th, 21st and 22nd Century.  Then I might be known as THE “Little Big Man” instead of Dustin Hoffman having that honor.

Just recently (before Googling the life expectancy tables), I was feeling shocked and depressed because I thought I only had about 6 YEARS left.  I was already planning on down-sizing so Judy and our kids wouldn’t have to make those decisions of what to keep and what to toss.  My mind is at ease now…with my added time, I will start culling out that stuff and try to plan my departure with one pair of pants, one shirt, one pair of underwear, one pair of socks, one pair of shoes slippers, a can of soup and a spoon.

But for now, I am once again motivated to refill by bucket instead of just coasting down the decline.  I’ll plug the holes in my old bucket and salvage some of those list items.  May not get ’em all done, but this way the dream stays alive with me for 145 months, 27 days, 14 hours and 24 minutes.

I’m breathing easier…

 

Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona…

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More “wholey” than thou

I have family and friends who follow the Bible and the teachings of that book…up to a certain point.  I’ve seen such vile posts on Facebook directed toward people.  Ironically, those evil words are said simply because the person isn’t of the same political party or because of their race or both or because of the religion or because of their gender or because they’re just different.  They’re just not liked.

This is not about politics or religion.  This is about me.  Quite honestly, I  don’t know much about politics or religion.   Of course, I have my opinions and my beliefs.  There are some politicians I don’t like, but I don’t hate them.  I may mutter that I think they are idiotic, but I don’t shout it out via social media.  I have my opinion as to whether they are good or bad for the people, but my opinion is just that…an opinion and it means little to someone else.

My bugaboo is the hypocrisy of those God-fearing people who show no compassion for someone with whom they disagree.  Sure, it’s fine to disagree, but to make such evil statements and post such evil gossip on social media outlets is disgusting.  Those hypocrites are the people I don’t like…but, I don’t hate them.  I just shake my head in disbelief that someone whom I thought was of sound mind can be so narrow-minded and refuse to admit they might be wrong in their assessment of another human being.  Do I want them to agree with me??  No, that’s not the point.  I cringe when I see the nasty comments made without verifying the damaging stones they throw.

Can I change those folks’ minds…probably not.  But if I could simply infuse those nay-Sayers with some positive thoughts about their imagined opponents, maybe, just maybe, their slanderous thoughts would cease.  Maybe they would be more positive in other aspects of their life.  Maybe they would indeed practice “what they preach”.

I’m by no means perfect in my lifetime thoughts or actions.  I’m not a very religious person, but up against those who are critical of so many even while professing living by the good book, I feel “more wholey than thou”.

 

Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona…

 

 

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Addiction #27 – The Great Mulch Fire

Okay, here goes.  Off in the distance, perhaps 5 miles, there is a vacant lot (field) where there are piles of rubbish.  The field has probably been a dumping ground for years.  Mostly the rubbish consists of tree branches, piles of weeds, piles of dry grass and “stuff” like that.  When a fire started in those piles of mulch, it smoldered for several days.  True, the smoke stench was obnoxious and fire crews attempted to put it out, but honestly, it would have taken a lot of time away from the fire crews’ other duties to totally contain it.  So the decision was to let it run its course since there was no flame danger…just smoldering and smoking!!  Our privileged few felt that the “government” should do something to fix this problem.  There were lots of idiotic suggestions, i.e., air drop retardant, have the government provide accommodations, gratis, at local hotels until the smell went away…  Bear in mind, this was not a very big smoldering pile of rubbish and sure enough, within a few days it was over and done!  Go figure…

ADDICTION #27  2/22/2012

The Great Mulch Fire of 2012

Now, don’t get me wrong and think I don’t care   Lamenting

Of our environment and the quality of air.

But the mulch fire that started a few days past;  MULCH FIRE

Some thought the stench would continue to last;

  ANGRY CROWD Because up in arms some group members rose

To tell those firemen to “get on their toes!”

We’re to write to the mayor of Litchfield Park,

Extinguish those flames, leave not a spark.

Some suggested by air, retardant be droppedRETARDANT AIR DROP

And don’t let up ‘til the smoke has been stopped.

Perhaps it’s possible the winds might shift

And out to Verrado, that smoke might drift .VERRADO

If that would happen, then I might think

It would be their turn to raise the stink.

Others don’t have the pull our group does;

ArroganceOr think that we do or wish that it was.

We could Google for info about fires from a mulch

Like the one burning there in Sarival gulch.

Not sure what I’d do with what I’d be learning

Except for the fact that mulches likes burning.    smoldering-fire

It probably won’t last very much more

Than a day or two, maybe three or four.  CALENDAR

Writing the government as some will do,

Shaking up departments like the D E Q        DEQ

Bringing quick results of this I’m sure –

They’ll confirm once again that our air PURE AIR is pure.

Why doesn’t government offer some special rates  BURNS HOTEL

At hotels until this smoke dissipates?

Not sure how much more I can take of this choking!CHOKING

And aren’t you glad you gave up smoking?CIGARETTE SMOKING

None of these thoughts are my desires…

Just wanna please the group by dousing the fires.

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Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona…

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Eye of the “be-older”

As a kid, everyone seemed older.  I could hardly wait to get older.  I thought it was cool to be older.  Older people got to do whatever they wanted to do.  Older people were smart.  Older people had money in their pockets.  Older people could stay up late.  Older people were smart and knew all kinds of stuff.  Older people could eat what they wanted to eat and when they wanted to eat.  Older people could have cookies anytime.  I wanted to be older.

Young people get to do fun things.  Young people can run and play and never get tired.  Young people can stay up late and sleep in longer.  Young people can eat cookies if they have cookies.  Young people crave knowledge and worldliness.  Young people want to know all kinds of stuff.  Sometimes young people learn all kinds of stuff from old people.  Sometimes old people learn all kinds of stuff from young people.

As a younger man, I never thought about the midlife crisis thingy.  I just seemed to plug along, enjoying life, counting my blessings and living each day in a positive manner and never thinking about getting older.  As I have now reached what is considered the old age, I think back on how quickly I’ve gone from young to old.  Along the way though, I experienced life in a not so remarkable way, but in a satisfying way.  I don’t regret how I’ve lived my life.  Not unlike others, there were things I said or did that linger in my memory of those regrets that I wish I hadn’t said or done.  They can’t be undone.

I can’t help but think of all the people that have come into my life and of the people who have left this life, some too soon.  Time has healed the loss of those family and friends.  Before I started losing my old family and friends, there were some tragic losses of young childhood friends.  It didn’t seem fair that a young person loss their life and the old people got to continue on.  Seems strange that even today, when I think of death and funerals, my mind goes to the loss of a young person first rather than to someone who had lived a full life to an old age.

I have enjoyed being around old people for as long as I can remember.  Of course, grandpas and grandmas were special in my life.  They were old, but they were fun, too.  And they were smart.  I doubt my paternal grandfather had much schooling, but I never thought of him as boring or dumb.  He led a simple, but hard life, and he was old.  He was never mean.  He let me sit on his lap and light his pipe.  Now that’s a memory.  How could I not like him.

My wife and I have gotten to that golden age.  It wasn’t very long ago that we were looking at a lot of our friends as old.  We didn’t even think about it.  We both enjoyed being around those old people.  It made us feel good to make them feel good.  They were smart.  We learned from them.  We’re experiencing now what they taught us…cherish your friends.  We’ve lost a lot of those old friends.  We haven’t lost the memory of them though.

We’re looking forward to growing old-er.  If you know us and are our friends, we thank you for that friendship, whether you’re a youngster or an oldster.

We are what we are in the “eye of the be-older”

MARCH 19, 2017

 

 

 

 

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Addiction #26 – Addiction to Dining

Our gated community, though under one name, is actually divided into 2 entities – the “older” side and the “newer” side.  Both sides have great amenities including swimming pools, golf course, tennis courts, librarys, clubhouses, bars, game rooms and of course dining.  Some say the dining is better on one side vs the other side, but you can imagine which group touts “their” dining room over the other! And, believe it or not, beyond the “walls” of our gated community, there is an unlimited number of restaurants and fast food establishments.  However, it seems that some folks feel obligated to “spend” their dining-out money strictly within our walls.  Then when they happen to get a meal that disappointed them, they let it be known, whereby the bantering begins on the egroup postings and continues way too long.  I get the feeling that those same folks are reluctant to try a new eating establishment.  For one, they might get “lost” and are probably such creatures of habit, it wouldn’t surprise me if they ate the same thing on the same day of every week!!

Addiction to Dining

February 18, 2012

Our community has two places at which you can eat.
Most likely it’s no problem in finding a seat.
empty restaurant

Because not everyone thinks they’re the greatest place
To please your palates with amazing grace.

The prattle is most definitely not one of mine.

I do not hesitate to go there and dine.happy diner

But others have voiced a definite concern,
And improvement is that which some of them yearn.

So when a neighbor spoke of a different spot,
I imagined some folks putting it down with a jot.

JottingItDownMost of them probably did, but one person dissented;
And this is how I saw the words they lamented:
Lamenting

“We have two places from which we can choose.”

(Not sure if they’re operated with some of our dues)

The lamenter questioned why you’d leave the confines
And tout a place outside our boundary lines?”
boundary lineSo I thought as I read this that it seems a bit sad
That some folks who live here might actually be glad
To try something new, but bravery they lack;
afraidBecause they’re not sure how to find their way back!
disorientedEncourage those folks to try something new,
But make sure we support the “local” ones, too.

The pessimist surrounds us and will always be there.
PessimistWe hear when they speak, but do we really care?

Fortunately, we all make our own decision
Regardless of a single moron’s derision.
moron

If you suggest a new place, I’ll probably try it.
Having only two places, I cannot buy it.FAST FOODS

 

 

Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona…

 

 

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Addiction #25

I hardly ever hear of someone posting their thoughts when there is a rate DECREASE in a monthly service.  But, let the rate rise just a few pennies, then the negativity flows in the postings on our egroup.  It has always amazed me that we can still “snail-mail” a letter or bill or greeting card thousands of miles for such a meager amount of money.  What, you say, it’s not that meager!!  C’mon, think about it.  When a recent increase was announced for trash/garbage pickup, it seemed the ghouls rose from the depths to voice their dissension.  Quite honestly, I’m happy to pay a little more so that my “stuff” doesn’t sit too long in those containers in our garage in our desert heat creating that oh so horrible decay odor!!  Perhaps the complainers would prefer to bury “it” in their back yard!!

 

 

ADDICTION #25   8/8/11

 

Addicted To My Trash Rate

 Trash-Can

In my garage sat this big trash can;

I stared at it, and my thoughts began:

 

How easy for me, that it’s always right there
To take all my trash and not even care.

Oh yes, convenient, dare I say;
There it sits, day after day.

It never complains what I stuff in it.
trash can thankyou

It’ll open for me at any minute.

For this, to the city, I compensateCurbside Collection

What I feel is truly a very fair rate.GARBAGE RATE

 

Some might voice that they overpay!
COMPLAININGTo them, I respectfully would like to say,

Stop griping about what a bargain it is

To see your trash gone in a weekly whiz.
POOF

So what if the rate is climbing a bit?
RATE INCREASE

The annual increase, have you thought about it?
RATE GRAPH

It’s less than a few bar room drinks,BAROOM DRINKS

And having NO pickup really stinks.

NO TRASH PICKUP

Pay the bill with gratitude; stop all the hate.
PAY MY BILL

CURB YOUR HATE

And curb the talks of the new trash rate.

Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona…

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Addiction #24

Folks of today use so many shorthand symbols and numbers and graphics to communicate between one another when they talk, when they chat online, when they text on their phones, or when they spray-paint a wall.  I’m not sure I can keep up with that language, but I do my best.  I think of myself as being able to compose a simple sentence and use correct grammar and reasonably good spelling.  Basic schooling taught these things to me.  I’m probably a bit too critical when I notice spelling and grammar errors.  After all, the meaning is usually apparent.  I’ve collected many hysterical phases and spelling errors from postings on the egroup here in my community.  I call them PebbleCreek Phunnies!!  This posting, however, isn’t about those “phunnies”.  I’ll put those in a separate posting sometime in the future.  This one is about a friend…

ADDICTION #24 5/4/11

Addiction to A Friend

When I was but, so very young
With so much for me to learn;
YoungKnowing what was right or what was wrong
T’was hard at times to discern.

When I would hear some people speak
And hear the words they spieled;gibberishOut of their mouths the words would leak
When their lips should have been sealed.            Sealed Lips

I listened to some other folks
To see if I could tell
If talking as they did were jokes,
And upon them lay a spell?

Trance

So many ways to say a thought!
I can tell you where I stand!
If all took what good schooling brought;SchoolBooks
Maybe all could understand.

A friend I made a long time ago
And she’s always there for me.
Along with her she’s helped me grow.
She’s part of family.Stick FamilyShe’s a perfect friend I like to share;
Filled with elegance and with glamour.
Elegance and Glamour

You should use her wisely if you dare;
My friend, my English Grammar.

english grammar

Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona…

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