They really are happy people

Today my grandpa turns 80 years old. It’s a bit shocking because he doesn’t seem that old to me. He hasn’t changed much since my childhood, not that I can tell. Maybe he walks a bit slower, but he’s still funny and smart and enjoyable to be around, and that’s what you notice about him.

I have many good memories with him that I would like to mention in honor of his birthday.

First, we spent time in Brownwood where he shot an armadillo in his driveway and wouldn’t let the grandkids watch the thing die, even though we probably wanted to.  He shot a rattlesnake in the woods behind his house one time too and afterward he kept the rattler as a souvenir. He would take everyone out on the lake in his boat all the time in the summer and we’d go tubing or swimming or just ride around for a while. We looked through the I Spy books together on the couch by the fuzzy rug. I remember there was one time where we couldn’t find one of the hidden things and although we kept looking I’m not sure we ever found it.

Opening presents on Christmas Day, 2010

We spent time in the Rocky Mountains where we went hiking and where he played the Woodcutter in our Little Red Riding Hood play.

We spent time at the Grand Canyon where we watched the sun set and saw paintings Native Americans had made ages ago on the rocks. We ate dinner at Denny’s, a place he approved of.

We spent a few hours in a small town in Wyoming because the car was having problems on the way to a cousin’s wedding. I remember sitting in the lobby of the mechanic’s and making an Eeyore pillow while he and my grandmother sat, waiting patiently, probably reading something.

And we’ve spent time in Heath and other places, playing UNO over and over because he could never win. (He did win once though). We’ve gone to Wal Mart together (he’s my kind of shopper) and CiCi’s together (all you can eat pizza). We’ve talked about history and life and movies.

I love my grandfather very much. He has been around for all of his grandchildren whenever they need him. He is intelligent and witty. I am honored to have him as my grandfather. Happy birthday Paw-Paw, I hope it’s a great one.

To Turn a Blind Eye

            The waves rolled majestically toward the shore when she heard it. The small intake of breath barely reached her ears, but it reached her nonetheless. She paused a moment longer to enjoy the view before addressing the noise. “So, the time has come,” Taph said clearly, as she turned to face the figure standing under the moon’s light. As the radiant glow crossed over the figure’s face, Taph realized that destiny had finally arrived. The figure just bowed his head slowly and then looked at her expectantly.

Taph slightly bowed her head as she returned her silent gaze to the faint horizon.

“So be it,” she replied to his silent response.

She heard his hands steadily grasp the handle of his katana, readying his first attack. Taph clenched her fists as the blade flew toward her neck.

Thought about picking it up.

About reading the contents within.

It might have been a love letter,

Or an epic poem.

Or maybe just a grocery list.

I passed by a note the other day.

I didn’t pick it up.

And when I returned another time

The note had blown away.

I’ll never know what it said now,

It’s more interesting that way.

To whom, when & what to signal, should be the key. But you choose to pretend: “I have no clue”.

Hand in-front, poster large, even if nobody, but important guys is about to experience it. Impressions that’s what counts.

To illustrate this weird feeling, there’s one viral clip on Danish language as a communication tool.. or rather problems and opportunities of miscommunication.. if this is a right word at all

Cheers!

Pirmos pavasario dienos.. staiga atšils, ir šiame blog’e skleisis burės – visi tik to laukia!

O pabaigai trumpas hipnozės seansas:

I’m restructuring my thoughts, reassembling my values..! I’m here to stay with you!

Have a great sweet and calm evening, check out my current track on air, attached below..

Sweet dogs

Farewell to a button

My button

fell off

the other day.

While I was walking

in the park by the pond.

It fell

and rolled down the hill,

the grassy hill with the yellow dandelions.

I shall never see it again.

Goodbye button,

My button.

Būni liūdnas ir nelaimingas, pikčiurna, nebepasitiki žmonėmis, nekenti visų kuriem sekasi, visada stengsiesi laikyti užspaudęs turimus trupinius, nes esi per menkas, kad galėtum apglėbti pasaulį.

Kokia tiesa, bet kokia kvailystė… o juk prisiekę kvailiai nedaro mažų kvailysčių. Ir tada apima tas neįtikėtinas tikrumas, kad viskas po dangaus skliautu yra parašyta viena ir ta pačia ranka.

Argi ne bulvarinis skaitalas?

Mintys ir Alfos

Sėdžiu. Žiūriu pro langą
- sninga.
Mintys iš galvos dingo.
Dvi alfos susirangiusios ant lentos piktai žiūri į mane.
Vasaris turi 28 dienas ir…
ir kasdien tos alfos žiūri į mane.
Tai va!

Pasaulio pabaigos vizija 

Mėnulis tą kart buvo smailus, it dalgis. Akimis begioju no vieno aštrigalio iki kito, kai pagaliau jis pasrūva krauju, o jo geležtė žvilga. Tai sukelia aštrumo pojutį, virpuliukai bėga kūnu. Vilniuje dega durpynai, miestas skendi smoge. Gaisrininkai jau bene antrą mėnesį nesekmingai su tuo kovoja. Vingio parke vyksta didelis “jungle is massive” renginys, “wicked”. Miljonai žmonių, fanų zonoje tiesiog tiršta. Didelis skyliner’is rėžiasi į Vingio parko estradą. Didelis sprogimas ir didelė panika… Viskas tikrai didėlis, ir masė žmonių. Fanai klykia (sunku perteikti tokias baimės persmelktas emocijas žodžiais)…  Nuo grūsties dalis žmonių patenka į gaisro zoną. Jie dega gyvi. Begioja kaip skruzdelės, tad nejučia uždega vieni kitus. Dalis žmonių bėgdami is vingio parko, sąmišyje net pasiekia liepsnojančius durpynus. Ugnies apsupti jie visi užsidega. Nereali panika, kuri plinta lyg virusas, degantys žmonės begioja po miestą. Tai karštų degnčių žmonių miestas. Tai užkrečiama, tai lyg pandemijos protrūkis… Ilgainiui viskas sudega, lieka tik pelenų krūvos ir tuščia, palikta vienui viena, žemė, vaiduokliai pastatai. Nė gyvos dvasios…

  “Didžiausioji išmintis lyg kvailumas”. (Laotse, citata)