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The Old Guy … Excerpt: Journal Entry #7 …

Excerpt – Journal Entry June 15 2019: Changing Locations

I did well though some of the locations were on the difficult side of the spectrum. On one shot I had picked up the tri-pod and camera and was heading to the car. There in front of me, low and behold, was an even better photo. Except …. my car was in the way and would ruin the photograph. Well, I packed up everything, go it in the car and moved that hindrance across the highway. Now the tricky part of the move was returning across the highway on foot and in one piece … with all my necessary baggage. (tri-pod, cane & camera, white straw hat)

Well traffic wasn’t heavy for an early Saturday morning, but I would have to pick my spot wisely. Ok off I went … and I got about three-quarters across the first lane, and I was barely gonna beat the little car pressing down on me. Then without warning in the distance, a pickup truck popped up over the hill heading straight into my intended path. Left and right I was surrounded. In desperation I sped up, but my best dine & dash speed wasn’t up to snuff. Plan B, Plan B, I thought in rapid succession … but Plan B was poorly conceived and quickly abandoned. It was seriously looking like I was gonna get run over. 


Think, think, shuffle step, shuffle step … oh the humanity. Trusting in the kind nature of motorist to slow down on a heavily traveled highway to kindly let me pass would only get me a chalk outline on the asphalt surface much like the ever trusting Possum, Raccoon, stray Cat, Squirrel, Groundhog, and occasional mating season White Tail Deer.

My mind raced and formulated kinda like a well oiled machine … suddenly a completely different avenue of attack came to mind … Skip … Quickly Skip. What the heck … with Diabetic neuropathy in my feet and legs so bad I can barely walk and I’m trying to skip across the highway! This was what my supposed semi-brilliant mind came up with in the heated moment of desperation and want …. not a heroic charge to confront a common enemy, but Skipping? 


Well, my pitiful shenanigans filled with odd gyrations or horrific dance moves must have caught the pickup drivers eyes because he significantly slowed down to let that poor spastic old man cross the highway. It’s a wonder he didn’t throw
sympathy coins out the passenger side window at me as he slowly rolled past. 

After a brief rest I got the shot and the photograph turned out to be the best of the morning. Crossing the highway to get back to the car took a while, but the traffic did clear out and unlike before presented a no drama crossing.

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The Old Guy … Birds In The Yard #5 …

The Meeting Place …

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The Old Guy … Excerpt: Journal Entry #6 …

Excerpt – Journal Entry June 29 2019 … Car in the parking lot …

It started with substance supplies. I didn’t want to get out. Getting out meant I would have to put on shoes, gather up identification, and monetary wallets, last chance restroom trip, treats for cats, find White Straw Hat, car keys, and try to make myself somewhat presentable to the world outside my front door. Easier said than done. But … I needed supplies such as the staples bread, rice, beans, and 1-minute instant type Gruel.

I got there (the store) but had to circle the parking lot a few times trying to get a good parking space close to the front doors. Well, I thought I was standing in tall cotton when a handicapped space opened up and it even had a riding grocery card parked beside it. I was on it like a flash and into the store where I picked up a few things and generally took my own sweet time taking care of business.

On exiting the store, I saw a car in the parking lot that looked just like mine; same make and color. The vehicle sat there with no one around it which was quite curious because the front driver’s door was wide open. How odd I thought just before realizing it was my car! What? My car! Was I somehow violated or taken advantage of? My door was wide open. My conveyances inner sanctuary was wantonly exposed to any or all common personages with even a meager curiosity.

I quickly discovered everything was in order … I had left it open myself. It was simply an unfortunate Old Guy moment that reinforces many of the stereotypes considered common to those of advanced age. Whew, door open, that was a first.

I made it home without incident which as the day was going was an achievement. It also checked. My trousers were zipped up. Many things here lately have made me wonder if I am still competent any more. I keep having these random Old Guy moments.

I am beginning to think I have a small amount of time before I am put in a home. When that happens, I wonder if I would know enough about what was happening to or around me to protest. It is a wonder that I sleep at all during the night.

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The Old Guy … Armchair Dinner #4 …

This armchair dinner was inspired by Ms Shelly at Quaint Revival. She reminded me of my Shrimp Recipe by Introducing her own Mr. cooking in action –  Tequila Lime Shrimp with Compound Butter (a modified version of Sam The Cooking Guy’s recipe).

My recipe is a little different than Ms Shelley’s which is detailed on this link. In my version, I cook the Shrimp in homemade garlic butter in which I add red, green, orange and yellow diced bell pepper, along with diced sweet onion. The mixture is then poured or spooned over a bed of white rice. This and the other two recipes are real keepers. Enjoy!

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The Old Guy … Excerpt: Journal Entry #5 …

Excerpt – Journal Entry May 29 2019: Tree Rats

Sometime in the early morning hours, still under the cover of darkness, several or more Tree Rats ascended to the porch where they found my large gallon bag of Blue Jay peanuts. Absent mindlessly, I had forgotten to bring them inside for the night. I know it was Tree Rats doing the devil’s work because the carnage of shattered and torn asunder salted peanut shells had their greasy little claw prints all over them.

Blue Jays take peanuts and fly away with them. Peanuts are found to be missing with no trace or suspicious clues left behind. Clean and neat thievery. But Tree Rats, on the other hand, sit in place and gorge themselves until they are run off, stuffed to the point of bursting and or they run out of food and have to leave. The scattered remains of peanuts all over the front porch screamed havoc and massacre. It was evidence of a feeding frenzy gone berserk.

It took a while to sweep up the carnage. Oh the humanity, the waste … I am gonna have to get a gun … or
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. Coffee & Throwing Sticks not included.

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The Old Guy … My Day …


My Day

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I have had my day.

But can I truly believe,

How the seasons have passed,

On silent wings,

And forgotten whispers,

With the days long or short,

Meeting … one into another.

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Yesterday,

I was a lover of life,

Of women, spirits and song.

I collected all the prerequisite sins,

of youth,

Along with the disappointments,

And tenfold heartaches.

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In my day,

Bravado proved fleeting,

And my youth fell through my fingers,

Like fine grain sand.

Cries of protest into the darkness,

Disappointment and despair,

Evaporated into the days long past.

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Yes … I pushed the edges,

Of life outwards … yesterday.

I felt the wind on my face,

And laughter rode my lips.

There was no thought of fear,

Or anxious moments, and …

Few regrets looking towards tomorrow.

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Jem © 2018

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