Caveman at the Liquor store
Hi folks, to-day the caveman was at the local liquor store and was minding his own business as usual. Now, for those of you that know me, know that any time I venture to the outdoors into the general populace is not, I don’t have a usual time.
I have a adventure where I met a like-minded person, usually a female that is on my wave-length.(mice and men have the same wave length, now how a female gets in this equation, well, I don’t know.) Another story.
I am, cashing out with my purchase of different wines and home brewed in small batches ale and I turn to hear this women chatting about a hockey team, (Maple Leafs) and how dish-pissed she is with their performance.(caveman are drinking wine this year?).
Anyway, what are the chances that you bumped into a fellow hockey person that can talk with more gusto than the (don) Cherries on TV.?., in my humble opinion not to many esp. a female.(she is really good looking as well).
And as a side note she has some J.D.,(Jack Daniels, old #7), in her cart, well you all know where I am going to go, if-fin’s she invites me that is. I, almost quit talking about the team and wanted to know more about her, but, I held back, no use making a fool of yourself, besides her partner was the size of two-bubba’s and looked just as stern, but friendly.(maybe).
Well, he had something that came as a prize with his purchase,(1.5 litre of Crown Royal) so this man has some panache in any case). What a big guy, he makes a twin door side-by-side fridge look f-fin small, if in, you know what I mean.
Anyway, this Lady and I we just chat away about hockey and our relics,(relatives), just like we know’ ed each other all our life’s, it was getting Her going, because She started to close the personal space, from comfortable, to, ”are you-all busy to-night”.?., yep, I am sure I glad I had my personal-under-arm-deter-inset on, because we was that close.
Another side note, when you all go to the alcohol store be sure you are half-in-the-tank, when you go there,. you goanna need all the help you can get. Did, I tell you all that to-day I finished bottling a 6 week kit of wine, Shiraz-merlot, with hidden hints of fruit-us-merit-z-black-berries and small hints of oak,??.?. AND, I was test driving a few litres of it.(caveman are drinking wine this year).
Go, Leafs, we all hug and wish each other a Merry Christmas and the sales clerk is looking outta place and wishes us a good day, eh.!!.(young-kin, who is goanna save them)?. I love the liquor store, Merry Christmas you all and for those of you that are politically correct, Baa-humbug.!!
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Time has vanished in the Mist
Time, vanished in the Mist
Its three years since Mom has passed,
That time has gone, vanished in the mist.
Three years, I can’t believe it
The pain has soften, but tinges occur.
Our lives have slowly move on
Things change and the kids grow
And begin to disrespect and saucy in their talk
Still, it hurts to hear it and think of simpler times.
When these little boys were infants in diapers
And depended on us for their care and comfort
And we willingly did it and gave up sleep
So, they could have some peace in their lives.
As they grew so did our parents in the differing way
They began to show signs of the golden age
As it began to slow things down for them
Slowly and steady as it goes and they complied.
Soon our worries began to focus more on them
As the they needed more care for ailments
Doctors appointments and more tests
To find out what’s going on.
The news was a shock of course
She has cancer
Its not a good thing to hear
Her time is very short
They said they could do some tests
To determine the extent
And plan the next move
Still not much time.
When it was all said and done
Tidy up your affairs
You have only,…………..
This amount of time.
It was not a pleasant occasion as we learned
To deal with the realities of her life
Mom, was the one that was giving us hints
On how to treat her in the time left.
She was brave and peaceful
And didn’t complain
Just give me my meds please
I feel some pain.
Its, been three years since Mom has passed,
That time has vanished in the mist.
Bruce Nuckowski
2013
The Thrill of Living
To watch the sun set in the west
Without regretting;
To hail its advent in the east-
The night forgetting
To touch the cup with eager lips
And taste, not drain it;
To woo and tempt and court a bliss
And not attain it;
To fondle and caress a joy, yet
Hold it lightly;
Lest it become necessity and cling
Too tightly;
To smother care in happiness and
Grief in laughter;
To hold the present close – not
Questioning hereafter;
To have enough to share – to
know the joy of giving;
to thrill with all the sweets of
life – is living.
Its three years since Mom has passed,
That time has gone, vanished in the mist.
Three years, I can’t believe it
The pain has soften, but tinges occur.
Our lives have slowly move on
Things change and the kids grow
And begin to disrespect and saucy in their talk
Still, it hurts to hear it and think of simpler times.
When these little boys were infants in diapers
And depended on us for their care and comfort
And we willingly did it and gave up sleep
So, they could have some peace in their lives.
As they grew so did our parents in the differing way
They began to show signs of the golden age
As it began to slow things down for them
Slowly and steady as it goes and they complied.
Soon our worries began to focus more on them
As the they needed more care for ailments
Doctors appointments and more tests
To find out what’s going on.
The news was a shock of course
She has cancer
Its not a good thing to hear
Her time is very short
They said they could do some tests
To determine the extent
And plan the next move
Still not much time.
When it was all said and done
Tidy up your affairs
You have only,…………..
This amount of time.
It was not a pleasant occasion as we learned
To deal with the realities of her life
Mom, was the one that was giving us hints
On how to treat her in the time left.
She was brave and peaceful
And didn’t complain
Just give me my meds please
I feel some pain.
Its, been three years since Mom has passed,
That time has vanished in the mist.
Bruce Nuckowski
2013
The Thrill of Living
To watch the sun set in the west
Without regretting;
To hail its advent in the east-
The night forgetting
To touch the cup with eager lips
And taste, not drain it;
To woo and tempt and court a bliss
And not attain it;
To fondle and caress a joy, yet
Hold it lightly;
Lest it become necessity and cling
Too tightly;
To smother care in happiness and
Grief in laughter;
To hold the present close – not
Questioning hereafter;
To have enough to share – to
know the joy of giving;
to thrill with all the sweets of
life – is living.
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