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The Old Guy … Birds In The Yard #10 …

Peanut Frenzy at the Bird Feeder …
Leap of Faith … Then Escape …

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The Old Guy … Mortality …


Mortality

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In the distance,

The end of my days,

Can be seen.

Mortality altering perceptive truth,

Stark and cold to the touch,

Life narrowed by the distance traveled.

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Sweet heaven,

I am not done with my journey.

There is much to do …

Much to say,

Songs to sing joyously,

Much by pen to be set to paper.

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When and where unknowns,

I clutch moments,

A few hours,

Precious one and all.

I feel weak at heart,

But proclaim a strong spirit.

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From the distance,

I am beckoned,

Though old eyes betray me.

I was a man … once,

Complex and forceful,

Without hesitation or faltering steps.

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Yet now … in the distance,

The end of my days,

Move timelessly …

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Jem © 2018

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From the book ‘Swan Song’ by jem 2008 


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The Old Guy … Excerpt: Journal Entry #11 …

Excerpt: Journal Entry July 21 2019: Repetitious …

Last night found me washing the same dinner plate, the same flatware, the same frying pan and my same drinking cup. My leftover mixed fruit was placed into the same plastic storage carton, and tomorrow it will be washed after the contents are completely consumed in a slow, repetitious, but methodical fashion. Living alone can be, it seems, a long, long tedious road of repetition touching nearly all aspects of daily life. This would seem verified by the fact that I just washed my same breakfast Gruel bowl, my same breakfast Gruel spoon, and same Pork Sausage frying pan.

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The Old Guy … Birds In The Yard #9 …

Young Black Capped Chickadee Soft Landing at suet block …
Sharing … With a Tufted Titmouse Friend …

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The Old Guy … Excerpt: Journal Entry #10 …


Excerpt: Journal Entry July 30 2019: Breakfast Number Four …

Breakfast Number Four this mornin’. I think I can prepare this culinary delight even if I were brain dead. Gruel and Pork Sausage … I was thinking instead of Pork Sausage of getting another package of Turkey Bacon or Cardboard Bacon as it is called. That strange moniker is because of the replicants chewy nature when not cooked up to the thin edge just before it literally catches fire. But alas, I think my gums can no longer endure the monotonous hardship of trying to chew up the horrid, and bland tasting mess. I wasn’t raised up to chew each bite seventy or eighty times. It would probably be easier on my gums and high impact plastic teeth to chew up a bar-b-que charcoal briquette. Without question, the taste would be about the same.

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The Old Guy … Excerpt: Journal Entry #9 …

Excerpt: Journal Entry July 10 2019: Chasing Tree Rats …

I found out some time ago, that standing at the door and shouting at the tree Rats doesn’t do any good. They have selective hearing much like a wife tuning out a husband. The furry little destructive beasts just keep on eating their breakfast without a care in the world. Shouting and knocking on the glass generally isn’t productive and only produces smudge marks on the glass. The noise also attracts the attention of the house cats.

Out through the door in a flash, I hollered and grabbed my spare cane that also has the unique duties of support and throwing cane extraordinaire. The Tree Rats scattered. There was no throwing sticks on the porch, so I hollered again, much louder, and made numerous threatening gestures with my aluminum pest prevention device. My mind raced, and I came close to possibly using obscenities to emphasize my point.

It was about then that I realized I didn’t have my trousers on. I was ranting and demonstrating severe hostilities on small seemingly defenseless forest creatures … on the front porch … in my undies. My horrendous blue colored boxers to be exact that had long ago exceeded the life limits of elasticity. I was exposed to public scrutiny and probable ridicule.

A truck crested the hill down the street, and I instinctively sat down in my swing. I tried to look inconspicuous and unassuming. The truck went by and I quickly retreated back into the house. It was a few more minutes before my Old Guy Moment passed and I could continue my morning routine which hopefully would not contain extreme public embarrassment, Old Guy exposure, and or other crimes against nature.

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photo shows a much to same earlier incident and shows instead of my Unique throwing cane extraordinaire, the Acme Manual Home Self Defense Kit #17 which is a machete with a genuine imitation black plastic grip and genuine imitation black cotton fabric like sheath with belt loop included.

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