Pictures of the waterfall

Water falls,
and butter flies.
The rocks within,
tell no lies.
Dig it once,
dig it twice.
Because its cool
day and night.

Shadows Of Ourselves

Shadows of Ourselves

A rambling


Someday men and women will be able to not only communicate with each other but also understand one another, fully, and completely. Women will feel the closeness to these new found men who will never leave a commode seat up and will always notice when a single hair has been cut, curled, or colored. The new woman will hand the do-it yourselfer the correct socket, or screwdriver and be able to recite any sports score while stocking the garage refer with the proper beverages. Listening will become a fully developed function in men, who will never tire of hearing any story more than once, and be able to notice new shoes unprompted. Sex will be available through the improved women anytime, anywhere. Men will enjoy talking to their Mother-in-laws. But until then, we will be as we are. Allowing shadows of ourselves to live the lives we should be living. Falling short of being able to make another person we care about or love feel complete. Waiting to make the connections that can change us.

50

“Turning Fifty Outside”
A life well spent by S. Redenbaugh

Well, as much as I hate to admit it, fifty is almost here. Only an hour and a half separates me from the start of senility, bad jokes and half priced senior food…..tic….tic….tic…….

The first ten years were bliss, being young and sheltered from the world’s evil; somehow I knew Ward and June were acting and that Eddie Haskell was the crack in the façade.

The second ten years brought many changes, learning to vote, kiss and other things I still enjoy. A failed marriage, a kid and a new relationship that still exists today all have left me a stronger man. Ward and June were replaced with Edith and Archie and the meathead was appropriately named for later in his life. I wanted my MTV.

The third ten years brought many deaths to the forefront of my life; I stepped up and took the reins I was handed. Still very young at heart I started getting complete physicals, and had I known I would have made it this far I would have taken better care of myself. Edith and Archie stepped aside and Homer and Marge took center stage. I changed my political beliefs, learning how wrong I had been.

The forth ten years brought more death, and soon I was without parents, sadly wishing for more time I vowed to spent more time with my son. I excelled in my profession and made money. Homer and Marge stuck around but their luster faded as Wisteria Lane warped our hearts. Seinfeld was about something and a grandson was born. I quit working for the man, and became the man, doing 4.5 million in my 49th year.

So now, where I go is anyone’s guess, but I have learned so much more. I have learned to accept change, but not to enjoy it. I have watched the children of friends become parents.

So, bring it on, inside I’m still that insecure little boy on the vast playground of life, but fifty really doesn’t matter. Sixty is to far away to worry about today, and seventy is a goal. Here’s to everyone who gave a piece of their heart, making me who I am today, thank you.