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The Old Guy … Realization …

Realization
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I have never thought of myself,

As an old man,

With old man hands that betray me,

With old man steps that falter …

And an old man’s mind,

That no longer questions.

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Yesterday has become a blur.

Was it true that not so long ago,

I was loved, and loved …

Once laughter came freely,

And I could see with clear determination,

Beyond the horizon.

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Now my mirror shows a stark reality,

And in the harsh reflection,

I realize,

With a small sense of acknowledgment,

That I have begun to feel every inch,

of what stares back at me.

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My rest is coming with measured steps,

I do not know where or when.

The burden of this old man knowing,

Is not mine,

For I have released it all to the wind and God.

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Jem © 2018

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The Old Guy … Did I Do That? … Oh Noooooooo …

Oh Nooooooooo … .

Yes … she is cute, cuddly and supposedly innocent lying in my chair on my soft sittin’ pillow …. Mysteriously curious during photo shoots, or at rest … she misses nothing. But … a coiled tiger of energy rests inside … that can be awake and functioning within a single breath.

I was getting ready for church when Kat, fresh from a cat nap,  jumped up on the table, got tangled in my camera strap and pulled the steadfast photographic instrument off the wooden surface and onto the floor. Alas, the Nikon 18-105 mm VR lens was broken beyond repair (body damage), and the double battery grip/pack an unfortunate recipient of the same fate. A quick damage tally came to $400.00 USD or more. An expensive lesson learned about what you put on table tops.

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The Old Guy … Crafty-Curious-Able To Leap …

Crafty & Curious-And … .

I was caught off guard when Kat came to live with me. I greatly underestimated her. And even greatly doesn’t describe the length and depth of my ineptness. I was under the impression and thought she was a sweet little soft kitty that loved naps, playing with stuffed mice and looking outside at the birds from the back of the couch. Along with my scratched up legs, arms and hands … I am learning.

Twice I caught her up on the stove or at the kitchen sink and countertop. Scolding her didn’t seem to make an impression. I was lost to find a solution. Then one afternoon, she must have forgotten I was sitting at the kitchen table working on the computer. She jumped into the other kitchen chair, then jumped onto the small food preparation ledge in front of the microwave and was almost ready to jump onto the stove when I hollered at her. It’s not practical to move the microwave because I needed the ledge to stir food and the likes when cooking. Moving the chair into the back bedroom wasn’t a solution because I needed it for food prep. So, after thinking it over, the temporary fix was to block the ledge with a pizza box and a moist wipe container. I also  keep the chairs pushed up to the table when not in use. So far this temp fix has stopped further feline exploration of the sink, counter and stove top. It has not stopped the demand for explanations.

 

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The Old Guy … No Handbook Included …

I would Have Read The Handbook If …

Soft, cute, cuddly … and entertaining, Cats do make exceptional pets … so I am told. I suppose once Kat trains me to an acceptable level of competence, I will most likely agree with that unknown, but knowledgeable person. Unlike most things that come to the house, this small creature didn’t come with an instruction manual or handbook. A Google search produced confusing results; by the hundreds of thousands.

Despite their best efforts to look innocent and docile, don’t be lulled into a sense of complacency or false sense of security. A dynamo of huge proportions can be released with their next breath. A bundle of high energy and, I have been found old, slow and easy to manipulate. No wonder I haven’t a chance.

This is Kat’s “Beware … something is in the wind look”. It is probably explained in detail in a chapter of the “So You Got Yourself A Cat” handbook. Yeah again, that would be the manual I didn’t get. But then, maybe Kat got me for an early Christmas present and she is working out the kinks in me ….

In quieter times, I haven’t been successful in teaching Kat how to sit up for a treat … She has gotten close but just isn’t there. I was told cats don’t do dog tricks. Maybe so, but that doesn’t keep me from trying to make treat time special even if she hooks one of those sharp little claws in me.

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The Old Guy … When The House Is Silent …

Silence … Not Necessarily Golden

Yes, a predator and prankster lurks in the darkness …

Soft kitty,
Warm kitty,
Little ball of fur,
Happy kitty,
Sleepy kitty,
Purr Purr Purr.***
(yeah that’s about right)

I heard noises. Unfamiliar noises. Before I could get straightened up from my chair, Kat had appeared in the living room doorway. The maneuver had become her trademark. Any strange noise, things crashing to the floor or anything loudly out of place especially silence … there she’ll be innocently sitting in the doorway looking up at me. This instance I found a raw hamburger wrapper in the center of the kitchen floor. Either I dropped it or she had gotten it out of the garbage. Maybe I dropped it. After all, the garbage can rests inconspicuously on top of a step stool … and Kat is only four going on five months old. Yeah … that could be it.

I am beginning to learn the true meaning of “Underestimation”. The second time I heard noises, I found the raw hamburger wrapper once again on the floor with a lot of finite feline looking teeth punctures all over it. Kat had somehow gotten into the garbage can. I don’t know how she got up there but having been down a similar disciplinary road before …  and dealing with a critter that as of yet has no concept what-so-ever of “NO” … I put the trash can temporarily into the back bedroom and closed the door. It stayed there for the best part of two days. 

So … the kitchen chairs are back in place and the trash can has been returned to the step stool. Kat plays a lot in the kitchen. Maybe it’s the carpetless floor, or the availability of the refrigerator and stove, but she loves the kitchen. She also has a cotton grocery bag that she plays with and naps inside, kinda back to normal … except when I came home yesterday she had tried to get on top of the microwave. I know this because my coveted oatmeal bowl and another one less thought of were on the floor along with four potholders and several bags of tea. That’s another instance to think about since the microwave is not being exiled to the back bedroom. To be continued …

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*** The song is originally called “Warm Kitty“, and parts of its lyrics sequence have been altered for the version sung in The Big Bang Theory.  According to claims in a copyright lawsuit, the words to “Warm Kitty” were written by Edith Newlin.[2][3][4] The original version is a very popular Polish traditional lullaby “Wlazł kotek na płotek“, a folk tune from the 18th century.

 

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The Old Guy … The Near Last Photograph In The Camera …

The Near Last Photograph …

Lying in my hospital bed after two heart attacks in a week, I thought of a blog post I wrote years ago. Of course, my train of thought was after they stopped pulling frightfully long tubes out of me and my male type paraphernalia (my gosh was that super duper hold scotch tape?). The post was about my speculating on the last photograph that I would take before I checked out of this life of mine. The electronic image would be waiting there on the card. Waiting … for someone to discover and hopefully realize the possible importance of their discovery. Mind … I did say possible.

What would be the last photograph on the memory card be of?

I would like to think the photograph would be an image worthy of great prestige, personal achievement in the face of daunting hardships or unbridled acclaim. In essence … a photograph for the ages. Yeah, that sounds good.

Cousin Gene protesting another unauthorized Portrait

But that item of fantasy is quite a bit far fetched since bird photos, street portraits or small town landscapes don’t generally generate a lot of international notice or acclaim from the washed or unwashed masses. So, when I went from the hospital to the nursing home/rehab to finally my humble home, I had to see what my old faithful camera contained. I was quite interested in the memory card since I could not remember what had happened before and after my medical emergency.

Fortunately, my cameras had been gathered up by friends and family and stored for safety. 

Well, the last photograph on the memory card was of Cousin Gene sitting on my couch with his computer, protesting my taking yet another of many unauthorized photographs of his personage. The photograph seems fitting since he was the one who found me unconscious on the livingroom floor and his heroic efforts saved my life. 

The photograph remains special even if it is not the last photograph I will take during my independant photography career. It will remain special much like Cousin Gene. I cannot say or thank him enough for being a special friend and fellow co-conspirator in this life. 

Salute!

(in the background is super polite golf tournament type applause)

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The Old Guy … Images of Russell County Kentucky … #77

Images Of Russell County #77

Nap time between days of rain … The Mitza Smith Horse & Small Critter Sanctuary … Jamestown

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