I am thinking of my father deceased 10 years . I am thinking of my mother deceased 5 months . Today we ate turkey , the gift of my mother a few months back . Both of my parents younger years were not my times .Their younger years were the Great Depression Years . The whole country of The United States of America in a state of depression of significant scale . Theirs were years of rations . Rations of foods . Rations of gas and oils .Theirs were the years of families loosing their homes . Their younger years were the years of the great dust storms . Their formative years governed how they raised their children , me and my siblings . My parents younger years became their tools to educate their children . Hours spun onto years as my parents memory stories schooled us children . Most of the stories had pleasant antidotal endings . Others of their stories ended sadly with melancholcal endings . Indeed the basest of tools teach a good lesson when the tools are used well . Today my stomach is full . I feel the love that my parents had for one and other and their children as a blessing unmeasurable . I am truly thankful to have had such wonderful parents and take their lessons of life and love to the bank of daily life every day to my very last .
Art work and photography created by t. j. nixon . Oil painting, acrylic , watercolor,drawings, and photos.
Thursday, November 23, 2017
Friday, November 17, 2017
Bouquet
As of fine wine your cut flaxen glistening bright with not a single one out of place I long to drink in . With frame so square and angular I enfold and cave into day dreaming desire . Your entire enclosure butressed by strong bone and angle is pillow wing down fill to my head longing to rest . Your image my eyes take in assuaging my brains need of pleasure release to receive a comfort akin to happiness yet all the while with in soul I am tormented .
Sunday, November 5, 2017
Tonight
There are no amount of words enough to describe the sky above Broome County this evening 11-04_17 . Jet streams to the left and jet streams to the right . All are arriving . All are taking flight . The geese they are flying and in classic formations that are from Swan Lake . In zig-zag pattern left , right , left ,right . The classic lifting of leg folded backwards with pointed webfoot and heel extended to see the bottom side of webbed foot . Quack-.,/ quack , quack , quack . Followed by a tremulous quivers echoed on wet fountain splash droplets of constant flow of water flowing off rolling hills and valleys . Water water everywhere in the air , on the floor , in a mop , water . Water twisted out of mop heads . Water Gushing in and out of dishwashers on wooden painted floors . Wood Support beneath sleeping dogs in marsh mellow beds . Sleeping dogs snoring loudly and comfortingly . Chocolate brown with white accents sprinkled and colored cinnamon , nutmeg , salt and pepper . Puppies , dogs , family ...Tonight like no other and like so many . I am blessed . The dream . The dream . The dream ........
Friday, November 3, 2017
Closing
The evening had been well under way 3 hours and 3 hours remained till midnight . With out a customer left with in the grocery store . We were all waiting for the next 10 minutes to pass till 9 pm . For at 9 pm the grocery store closes for business . At closing time all doors of entry and exit would be locked tight and the stores lights will be turned off . Waiting , waiting and more waiting . The sudden abrupt opening of the entry door startled all of us and broke the constant hum of the store's refrigerator units . Sauntering in with unchallenged swagger was Blondie . The tight fitting lime colored t-Shirt was speckled from rain drops . Close cropped blond hair was dripping water . Wearing shorts and sneakers indicated the outside humid tropical air and temperature . Tonight there was a soft misting rain , there was a cold front on the way . Directly walking past me and moving onto the single remaining Cashier . Cashier had been hoping hope against hope to help out a last minute shopper needing a gallon of milk or a loaf of bread or even a 6 pack of cold brew . Hay ! Exclaimed Cashier to Blondie . I have your pumpkin seeds outside in my car . I can have Stockman bring them in for you . Obediently following Cashier"s words , Stockman passed us towards exit door nodding to Blondie as passing by . Cashier resumed conversation with Blondie . " I cleaned , salted and toasted the seeds . One batch of seeds has more salt than the other . " The entry door again opened and Stockman appeared carrying 2 bags of white pumpkin seeds . Handing both to Blondie saying " Here ya go " " Thanks " replied Blondie . Cashier addressed Blondie again . " You can crisp up the seeds again by placing them back into the oven at 350. Remember the seeds have been salted . You can rinse the salt off before toasting . if you want . "The seeds are not for me . They are for my bird" My fancy became instantly tickled . I exclaimed to Blondie " Geronimo your parrot ? " Blondie looked at me replying " Yes and she is such a mean bitch . Geronimo is frightened of everything , even my canneries . The canneries chase her all over the house and all Geronimo does is fly away and squawking all the while looking back wards at the canneries flying towards her . Geronimo bites me all the time for no apparent reason " . The clock struck 9 pm . The 4 of us struck into action . Stockman walked to the electrical room to turn off store lights . Cashier signed off her register . Blondie walked to the exit door . I walked to the entrance door to lock it saying a goodnight to Blondie . Stockman and Cashier directly left the store . I was left alone . The grocery store was mostly dark now being lite by a few lights in the outer isles . The refrigerator units humming motors was even louder now than before . I was left to count Cashier's money and close down the office . My exit from the store was soon afterwards . As I walked along Front street the misting rains began to increase . Crossing the street I noticed a car approaching from behind and slowing as it neared me . As the car slowly passed me the drivers window rolled down . Blondie's head popped out and asked " Do you want a ride ? I mean it is raining and all " " Why yes I do want a ride , Thanks Blondie "
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