Bob's Grabbag

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Friday, March 4, 2011

SIX AM, THE FIRST DAY OF THE SEASON,

was so cold that small ice crusted in the ferrules as I reeled back in and cast again. They were there. A few would nose my spinning lure but never get around to biting. I shared my thermos coffee with another angler there. He did not say thanks. He wrote it. He also wrote, "They are biting over on... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

CHEERLEADERS

Sheathed in green, big honking yellow bugles blare in all directions: "Ding dong, the witch is dead! April's on the way!" Go, Daffodils! Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

THE EVENING NEWS

Our pundits dare not speculate nor do our wisest seers just what the Mideast will look like in ten or fifteen years. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

THE QUESTION YOU SHOULD NEVER ASK: Another Kind of Love Poem

WOULD YOU MARRY ME AGAIN?... If I knew how things were to be? WELL, YES. THAT'S WHAT I MEAN, I GUESS....If I knew you'd be paralyzed the year after our son was born? THAT'S NOT FAIR! NO ONE KNOWS THAT! FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, REMEMBER? Yes, I do. And here I am. So, what's your question? DO YOU... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 28, 2011

BRING ON THE WINDMILLS!

I said I do, she said I do. and so we went ahead and did. Life was good - we traveled, worked, made crazy love and shopped and argued, made more love and in the bargain made a son, the best of both of us. but normal didn't last for long before MS moved in. Unwelcome number four halved everything,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

THIS TIME

Her silken nightgown lingered on her shoulder long enough to ask "what next" then fell in answer Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

WINTER WHIMSY [a re-post]

We stopped by woods that snowy evening - Robert Frost, the horse, and me. Nothing here but lots of trees, Bob. Horse up there says "Let's go home. Poets have no common sense." He's right, you know. That hike we took? You didn't know which road to take. Near got us lost, as I recall. - Look, they... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Electronic Signature at the Checkout Counter - a haiku

It is truly said, what we scribble on that screen never could be forged Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

A MOTHER'S SENDOFF TO HER KID ...

in 2011 A helmet when he rides his bike, and don't forget inhaler! Karate, playdate, Little League - his parent, or his jailer? in 1944 Don't come back here until five, don't run across Riverside Drive, don't play in the rubble and stay out of trouble, or your father will skin you alive! Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

One More Endangered Species?

The cry of the crested CORNCRAKE has been gone this many a morn! Who is this cheeky CHIFFCHAFF chap, and will he crake our corn? Sign in to see full entry.

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