…As I went to shave my daily stubble down the hall raced a cat called Troubble.She flew past real fast a hot trail she was blazin while on her heels ran another one called Notsa Tailin.Not to be left out of this mystery bounded past a tort called Mysti and then with a rumble and a roar Mini Orange flew past the bathroom door.Not to be left behind or perhaps out run came the mother of all at a rapid run.Princess Hissy D. Face she’s called and she’s the mom cat of them all.I did not flinch nor miss an inch with that blade upon my face because you see between you and me I’ve grown acustomed to this daily race…
………………….Thecatsman(PhD) School Of Hard Knocks…..Ret…………………………
…So here I am again wandering through the dusty chambers of my sometimes befuddled mind.It’s that day again,the Turkey Day 2016 has arrived and the dawn is soon to break if the local roosters are to believed.I’ve wandered from my bed,put on the coffee and stirred up the resident cats for a feed and maybe a pet or three.My two basic charges for the day are to be sure Miss Leslie is up to get started upon her cooking and to eat said cooking when the time comes.
…Ahhh Miss Leslie my rescue angel who helped this old cat leave his darkness and find his heart and soul again.Now there is something to be thankful for.She has a 17 pounder going in the oven today and I believe we are expecting a few folks to come on by.In her glory my Lady is today,she so loves to do up the BIG DAY meal.The radio,and my kids I’m sure,will be dusting off old Arlo’s Alice’s Restaurant for the playing today and other fine folks will be doing those things they do to make a special day of it.
…For myself it is usually a day of reflection,an examination of self and place with a goodly amount of thankful tossed in.This particular morning has me wanting to relate a strange tale,at least for me.A short snippet of something that came up the other day in my duties as manager of this little mobile park where we live.I was asked to go collect up a check,a rather large check from a Lady here who had some health issues take her out of her work a day world.The owners kindly allowed her to get by on half rent until she could get some help from the folks at Social Security.She’s been in that dark place where I once found myself and only those of us who have been there can understand.So I asked her as she handed me the check “does this mean what I think it means…”Her answer was yes of course at which point I did a very strange thing..strang for me anyway…hold on to your hats kids…I gave that good old southern gal the biggest hug I have ever bestowed on anyone.Now that may not seem like much to you folks reading along here but those who know me know that I just don’t do hugs…..Never have,never really will just one of my personality “flaws”…
…You see the thing is I found myself soooooo thankful for her finally reaching that light at the end of a long dark tunnel and it was my great pleasue and privledge to be thankful for her good fortune.So while the world goes crazy around you and life becomes too much to bear just remember…IT COULD BE WORSE.Pick up your pieces,pull in your gut,stick out your chest,take a deep breath and be GRATEFUL…and put your heart and soul into it and see where it leads.So there ya have it folks the annual Turkey Day wanderings and ponderings live and in your face from The Cats Castle here in East Tennessee where this old man waits in high anticipation for salivation salvation….
………..I Am And Shall Remain The Catsman(PhD school of hard knocks…Ret..)…….
…There has been an eerie silent stillness here in the theater where is set the stage of my life.My bully pulpit rests quietly backstage collecting the wandering dusty thoughts from the corners of my sometimes befuddled mind.Yet all is well as this four act play of my life unfolds on the stage.The first and second acts,the springtime and summer,of my life’s play have passed on along and I am now here in the fall of my life coasting down the hill that will take me to the final act with the winter of my life.
…There is a quiet,gentle easygoing beauty here in the fall of my life.I enjoy my days and nights as they pass here in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains with my wonderful companion the Lovely Lady Leslie.Today is Father’s Day once again and it has set me to the pondering that my wandering heart,mind and soul enjoy and know so well.Indeed I am a FATHER on the short road to 60 years of time here on God’s good earth.I have time for reflection on the ways and why for’s on this wonderous thing we call life and today I shall attempt to put to the great white page what I have learned,lived and found on my road to the very proud and wealthy man I have become today as the blessing of fatherhood has become part of my very soul.
…Any man cane provide that living fluid that bears the seed of life but not all of those who do will accept the mantle of Fatherhood.A sometimes painful,frustrating and often thankless task that requires nothing less than everything a man can provide right down to his very soul and then perhaps a little more.Those of us who accept the challenge and relish the sacrifices and great rewards that are earned go on in our humble lives with the certain knowledge that we and we alone planted the seed of life and tended the garden in which it grew to become something and someone more that we had ever aspired to be.
…There were times in the darkest of nights when we had to find the strength to go on,to find a way over,under and right through seemingly impossible obstacles to carry the family on.We didn’t share those time as they belong to the Father alone as protector and leader of the family.Hours of hard work given selflessly over in the sure knowledge that it is what must be done no matter what it is we think we want a Father always puts the children first….ALWAYS…
…All sacrifices made were paid back with at least a ten fold return on the investment.The progress of our progeny as they grow.They come into our lives with an innocent joy to share that brings to the humble man a happiness that will someday become the rock of satisfaction he climbs upon as he reaches for the stars.I have found my stars in those children I have raised.They have taken all I could teach and each and every one has returned time and again to teach me.So for my Son’s and my Daughter,who has at times needed to be Mother and Father,I wish you all a Happy Father’s Day in return for those greetings you have bestowed on me this day.
…As I now try to finish this speech I stand behind my Bully Pulpit to give the infernal machine has become blurred by tears rolling from my eyes.I find now as I approach the winter of my life to be born again to a new spring as my soul moves along in this universe God has bestowed upon me that I take a near to arrogant pride in the children I as FATHER have humbly raised.Indeed I count myself among the wealthiest of men and in the good company of other Men who can look back and say….Yes,yes those are my Adults there with Young Stars of their own to raise up to the heavens and teach to shine down upon this good earth…..
………I am and shall remain Thecatsman(PhD School Of Hard Knocks)…Ret………
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…Happy Birthday America,guess I’m a day late and a dollar short.I can’t help but reflect on the terrible losses this once great country is suffering in the twilight of it’s life.You must now be politicaly correct or be punished.Everyone’s 15 minutes of fame trumps common sense.If you don’t like the “new normal” that’s just to bad and don’t you dare complain.News is entertainment and entertainment is news.Jobs are gone,pay is down but that is the “new normal” and you MUST smile as you reach for the Vasiline jar.Those who feel they must SCREAM at how they are persecuted have become Professional Victims and all who disagree must remain SILENT…..SILENT I SAY…The folks who were once just average everyday people have become the target of those who consider themselves oppressed and the District Of Corruption falls right in line for the koolaide to support those who scream the loudest as they only seem to be concerned with holding on the the wealth that WE THE PEOPLE have blindly provided them.Let’s not forget the rise of the new socialism where those who have worked hard and struggled to carve out what used to be amoung the American Dreams MUST SUPPORT those who simply feel entitled to be supported and I’m not talking about helping those in need rather those who WANT to be. On and on I could go but I’m sad enough now.So here I sit at my keyboard wishing a Happy Birthday to and at the same time begining to mourn an old friend I grew up with called America….
……………Thecatsman PhD(school of hard knocks..Ret.)………………….
……………Dateline The Cats Castle East Tennessee USA…………..
……ALL HAIL THE CONQUERING HERO……
…Today the Cats Castle narrowly avoided a cat-tastrophy thanks the the quick actions of Mini Orange aka Bubba Kitty.When a monsterous Houseflyus Annoyacus Pesticus threatened The castle he SPARANG into action exicuting multiple vertical leaps of TWO FEET and higher to wrest the demon from the air.Then at great risk and without regaurd for his own safety he brought the vanquished foe all the way to the office to be observed eating the deadly Houseflyus Annoyacus Pesticus so that all would know that they were saved.He was then demanding of his reward,a lengthy petting session,with repeated back scratchings and utterances of GOOD BOY.Then after providing a solid nip of satisfaction to Dad’s hand he humbly curled up for a well deserved Hero’s nap….
…………Thecatsman(PhD school of hard knocks..ret.)………………
…Dogs of night gone silent sleep has run away sound of rooster calling inviting break of day.Lone set of wheels singing concrete’s song fades into the distance as dew settles on lawn.Train has stopped in its tracks the iron rail is still all that’s left in dark of night is bird call sometimes shrill.
…Gentle breeze stirs green leaves as spring has hit the land in dark of night there is no fright only silence come to hand.Body sore from doing of chore that helps to make a living cup to hand life is grand when taking what she’s giving.
…It is no mystery we have a history she and I a love affair without a care my mistress from on high.She folds herself around me sometimes with a chill it matters not be cold or hot the silent darkness thrills.I close my eyes now drawing sigh and open once again to see the darkness falling and listen as she’s calling my heart and soul to be made whole in darkness shall be free.
…From here to there I came without a care or shame and met this mistress mine.I came to play was swept away by lover for all time when in the darkness did begin this love affair without a care the day that night dropped in…
……………..Thecatsman(PhD school of hard knocks…Ret.)…………….
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The final frontier
That great empty space
Between my ears
There is no time
There is no place
Just that great empty space
Between my ears
But there is no reason
For any fears
It’s a safe place
Between my ears
So come on by
And bring some beers
And we’ll have a toast
Then maybe a roast
We’ll make the most
Of that space
The final frontier
That great empty space
Between my ears……
……………..Thecatsman PhD(school of hard knocks)..Ret…………….