Musings of an old guy

I would usually write to this to Joe because he has interesting slant on life and he is my rock of strength so to speak. I don’t ask for his advice, I get it and its free and I don’t agree with it sometimes.

His answers provide more thoughts and ideas for my writing or running of the brain which is given to the paper we all read. I call them my ramblings. I beat around the bush to tease you and then I give you the truth as far as I am able, writers privileges.

Joe, should have been a therapist because of his manners but he said no, I want to have a job where I am free of the world’s problems carried by so few people, and our hats off to the professionals that have chosen to help guide us thru life’s road of mystery.

Having said that there are people that are born to do this and those who wish they could. If, we could get the right person the first time how simple life would be, personal opinion and I am not slamming those who are not proficient at their job. Somebody has to do the work.

They just make it more stressful to get proper help and continue to mend on the road of life. This covers all professionals in the all the fields, even the almighty plumber. As humble as this job is, its one of the most important in our lives. Try and remember when the last time you had a bathroom problem and you know what I mean.

Just to get in that frame of mind, turn off the water to the main vanity and cover it over and use the one downstairs until the plumbers shows to fix your blockage, while you are it cover over the mirror as well and only cold water for the tub or shower. Life is grand.?

To easy, ok, now the pooper isn’t working, scramble for the throne. Its not a pretty picture is it.? As humble as this man is he is able to make a house call and help you, when the last time you had that kind of service.?

Be a good story to write about. Sorry, I am off topic or am I?.

Anyway, I am going to try and persuade Joe to become a internet shrink and have a disclaimer that it “ works for me, does not mean it will work for you”. Joe, the plumber, the shit is theoretically to run downhill but sometimes it don’t.!!

Who, can you call??. Write or call me now and we can flush this problem together. Inspiring isn’t it. Well, it’s a stretch, but if you are at wits end, how bad can it get??..............,are you thinking about it or not??.

Just to get you in the proper frame of thought, “your shit does stink and you aren’t alone”.



                                                                 Who, can you call??.

Women are in charge, not a question, but a statement !

Hi Joe;

Its sure is another hot one in the country today and tell you what I am outstanding in my field. Not, real good at what I do but, I am outside standing in the field, while the women folk are inside.

I don’t want to complain about this arrangement but sometimes it don’t seem fair and I mentioned that fact to the misses. Well, she says you know you are right, so, lets sit down and talk about it.

She says we both get up at the same time and she lists off she has to do before the kids get on the bus. So, far all I have to do is go to bathroom and have a coffee and sit down and try to wake up. I, mentioned I would like to help with some of those chores.?

Well, help I, did do, was not up to equality of the misses and she said I move too slow. I said I had all day to work and do stuff, so what’s the hurry?. Well, that maybe so, but the kids have to leave in an ½ hour, so move it!!!. I, tried to do as she asked and then I was asked to sit down and get outta the way.??.

So, I tried this for the next hour and you know she left me outstanding in the field where I started from. So, I decided its fair that she be inside and I can manage outside, only I am going to move a little quicker so I can have a break on time.

The critters all seem to be fine with my time schedule and as far as I know none of then were complaining. So, if they were, it just sounded like they were saying hello and hurry up with food. I, think I will get one of the kids to help me, might go quicker.

Because, they have the same problem as I do, we are in the way and we are asked to get outta of the kitchen. When she gets rolling in there its like a “flying ninja with the Ganske razor-sharp knifes” making up stir fried sushi and egg omelets and I don’t know where the extra arms come from either.

So, yes if you are in the way you might end up as part of the main course or become slightly injured with a wallop up side of your head. Boys, come with your poppa, its safer over here and we can finish the chores too.

Well, looks like its time for some breakfast, and its only 6:45 a.m., so Joe how’s your day??.

Write to you all later, say hi to your misses.

Bruce

Did our Aunt Flo leave a recipe book or box?.

Dear Joe:

Do you remember the last letter I wrote to you about the essences of food making me move my mind and I am sure the body did follow, to a different time and place? Well, as I was returning from this place I had another thought pop into my head.

Well, again it’s to do with food and more seriously it is to do with the people that have passed on and what did they leave behind for us as memories? What, I mean is did our Aunt Flo leave a recipe book or box and did by some chance it got willed to one of us?

I know you are laughing about this right now and wondering what a nut bar I must be, but I am very serious about this! If you get a chance phone up and find out will you please?

In my last letter I was writing about the very nice memories our Aunts food that I was getting reoccurring flash backs and how are we going to keep her memory alive if not thru her food recipes. That was my intent, even though I didn’t say it in that many words.

You know at every family gathering and picnic we always looked forward to Aunts Flo’s secret (how come they taste so good, oh it’s a secret and I should have asked more questions) and delicious sandwiches which all just could not get enough of this the stuff I am talking about, and by now your lights have come on and you are saying what a genies ass I am.

So, to finish my thoughts on this, just so you know that this important for all of us to carry on, we have to treasure and preserve these foods for our own grand kids. Yes, I know they may not give a dam, but once they taste them sweet little sandwiches, they are going to be hooked.

So, it is our duty or our replacements, which will no doubt be easy to find, to carry on this work and make sure that those foods are presented to all of us that show up at the Family reunions. So, you have noticed that the attendance is down this year or we are having too many reunions; I believe that these foods from Aunt Flos recipes will draw them back.

So, Joe is you up for the challenge or what? I will help and test drive those sandwiches to make sure they are made just right, because we have a lot riding on this recipe. As I have said it is up to us to inform and teach those young ums all about the past of their heritage and especially the food recipes, which made them the people they are to-day.

Yep, I can see it all now, one bite and we will be mobbed and soon we will have to sell those recipes to them as long as they are kin of course, no interlopers, that’s for sure. Joe, its time for us to act, the talking is over with are you with me or not?

Aunts Flo’s secret sandwiches.

Write to you all real soon,

Love youse all

Bruce

Panic in the Heartland

Panic in the Heartland

Reports shows wheat maybe cause of us been over weight.!!

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I, am still learning, from the man in the glass.

 This was a way of dealing with a lot of unfortunate stuff happening in our lives and it helped to write it out. Tears from the heart are the truest of all,you can't get any lower than that. And,from there its a slow way back to where you were, step by step.

bruce nuckowski-2012

Observing, as your parents, we lived your pain,

Through a hardship with spite, not a thing to regain.

Your existence is uprooted, memories ripped apart,

Lost, was life’s meaning, and lost, then your heart.



Unpleasant, for us to see this all transpire,

To lose your sunshine and that sense of desire.

To observe only shadows, the defeat of one’s fate,

To lose it all, but, you can save it, it’s never, too late.



No, was his answer, I have not that wish, to do,

It’s not in my soul to follow through.

My wants, must over come the need,

To, help me recover, a help to concede.



Not, a darker day, there is to pursue,

To, say it is over, vanished, my desire for you.

There, is this, this, greater sorrow,

No more, do I, yearn for, a better tomorrow.



As I wondered what the hell it was,

What, how did it happen, what is the cause?

Greater, in the glory or sadder the deed,

To revisit it all, was, was that the need?



To understand the manner that this had occurred,

Way too quick it happened, their visions blurred.

Swiftly, all things went out of control,

The price, loss of your self, that is your toll.



No further words could repair the hurt,

No gentle thoughts or laughter in mirth.

It’s time, draw back and see the clean light,

Time, again to rebuild, a start to do it right.



Stand up, struggle back and recover it all,

It’s now, right now, after this mind-numbing fall.

To scratch it back, that, what was lost,

To regain you’re self, no matter the cost.



You have accepted the most difficult test,

Can ,you now afford to sit and rest?

No, you can’t, for it’s just the beginning,

You are on a roll, its more than just winning..



The price you paid, a lesson in life, this was your class,

You were slapped in the face, and kicked in the ass.

It’s a character builder, now, you have no more fear,

You, only answer to the man in the mirror.



Mark; that is you, the man in the reflection,

Go to the mirror, stare, and see, any recollection?

Does, he look familiar, above and beyond all superstition.

A, true, and excellent man, the proper rendition,



Believe, this Mark; for I know what, I know,

About the future lessons that will come to show.

Without doubt, many good things that will come to pass,

I am your father, learning, from the man in the glass.!

Monday, October 24, 2005

Some, lessons in life, some of its zest.