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An excellent enhanced explanation of fitting and life behind the mask, before and now.
A perfect finish though that is so understandable.
I almost added a picture, but He talked me out of it. “I actually think it stands better without a picture” was all I needed to hear.
I was older than most
When I needed to learn how to drive.
I had driven tractors plenty,
But never a car.
Being number 4 of 5 kids,
My parents gave up teaching us themselves
And took to having us find the people to.
My older sister got a navy guy
Who lived with us for a while
(An odd, common practice for my family,
To take in stray navy men
And house them indefinitely so that they could
Get out of the barracks and have a real home).
He was already gone by the time I needed to learn.
I didn’t want to.
Driving scared me
(And still did for years after I learned),
So I put it off as long as I could.
No one was able to drive me to college and work
For my first year,
So I asked the handy man,
A friend of the family
Who I helped on numerous projects,
Including refacing a fireplace,
Building greenhouses,
Roofing the house and outbuildings,
Etc etc,
To teach me.
We started as most do:
By causing an accident.
I took a wide turn out of a acutely angled drive,
And caused an oncoming vehicle to fly off the road
Into a telephone pole.
Needless to say,
I was traumatized.
The handy man wouldn’t let me quit, though.
I said I would take public transit
For the rest of my life.
He said that the bus stop is still two miles from my house,
So how practical is that?
When I finally got back behind the wheel,
It was with the ghost of that first outing.
It would take me what felt like hours
To make any turn,
Even on a deserted road,
And I would never let the car go fast.
I stayed at least 5 below the limit.
One day,
Handyman pulls out a small sack from his jacket.
A little purple purse with gold pulls.
He says I need these
If I’m ever going to regain any confidence,
And that everyone needs a good pair.
I opened the pouch
And smiled.
He had gone to the local hardware store
And found the largest ball bearings
And got me two.
Now you have the balls,
He said,
No excuses to not
Get out there and get it done.
I gleaned many life lessons from this handyman,
And I think I did a little bit to lighten his life
I mean, I did refer to tools as
Thingamajigs, doohickeys, and mahbobbers
To make him laugh.
We drove to and from Colorado several times,
Just the two of us,
And I left most of my trepidation
In the little purse
I hung from the rear view mirror for years.
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I was older than most
When I needed to learn how to drive.
I had driven tractors plenty,
But never a car.
Being number 4 of 5 kids,
My parents gave up teaching us themselves
And took to having us find the people to.
My older sister got a navy guy
Who lived with us for a while
(An odd, common practice for my family,
To take in stray navy men
And house them indefinitely so that they could
Get out of the barracks and have a real home).
He was already gone by the time I needed to learn.
I didn’t want to.
Driving scared me
(And still did for years after I learned),
So I put it off as long as I could.
No one was able to drive me to college and work
For my first year,
So I asked the handy man,
A friend of the family
Who I helped on numerous projects,
Including refacing a fireplace,
Building greenhouses,
Roofing the house and outbuildings,
Etc etc,
To teach me.
We started as most do:
By causing an accident.
I took a wide turn out of a acutely angled drive,
And caused an oncoming vehicle to fly off the road
Into a telephone pole.
Needless to say,
I was traumatized.
The handy man wouldn’t let me quit, though.
I said I would take public transit
For the rest of my life.
He said that the bus stop is still two miles from my house,
So how practical is that?
When I finally got back behind the wheel,
It was with the ghost of that first outing.
It would take me what felt like hours
To make any turn,
Even on a deserted road,
And I would never let the car go fast.
I stayed at least 5 below the limit.
One day,
Handyman pulls out a small sack from his jacket.
A little purple purse with gold pulls.
He says I need these
If I’m ever going to regain any confidence,
And that everyone needs a good pair.
I opened the pouch
And smiled.
He had gone to the local hardware store
And found the largest ball bearings
And got me two.
Now you have the balls,
He said,
No excuses to not
Get out there and get it done.
I gleaned many life lessons from this handyman,
And I think I did a little bit to lighten his life
I mean, I did refer to tools as
Thingamajigs, doohickeys, and mahbobbers
To make him laugh.
We drove to and from Colorado several times,
Just the two of us,
And I left most of my trepidation
In the little purse
I hung from the rear view mirror for years.
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Love you missus, this made me think of you today...
Keep singing lovely, we need songbirds more than ever, x
https://youtu.be/cfKYImFP_Pw
thank you.
I’m alright.
A small tub
Hot shower running over us
Hand soap
My hair piled up
Cascading down my back
As your hand runs through
Steam floating
Like a fog we once knew
But no longer feel
As my lips make a trail
Down your body.
Accompanied by your hand
On my shoulder,
In my hair
Dappled with damp
As we find a new level
Of ecstasy.
Unfastened,
It fell to the ground
Like knees
Over and over.
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