Valentine’s Day or Walking in the woods on a lonely day

The following poem was inspired by Robert Frost and Rita being away on Valentines Day, which was the first time that happened in 20 years. I was lonely and created this for her. Thank you Robert for providing a base for my creativity outlet.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
Our house is near, just a stone’s throw.

My dog, Sue, will walk with me here.

To see the woods all filled with snow.

The little dog, Zoe, must think it queer.
To be stuck inside the house so near

While Sue and I walk near the creek

After the snowstorm of the year.

Sue wags her tail and digs with her feet

Looking for something in the snow to eat.

The snow on the bridge gives both of us a scare.

We cross it carefully on an icy sheet.

Moments like these I want to share

Pictures are good, but don’t compare.

The woods are lonely with you there.

The woods are lonely with you there.

groundhog pots

For the past three years, Rita and I make pottery and impress groundhog footprints in the clay. Rita takes the pieces  to Punxsutawney on Groundhog’s day and sells them to people who come there to visit that day.  Why anybody would want to come to Punxsutawney to see a groundhog being manhandled by some guys in top hats is beyond me.

Neither she or I think highly of these pottery pieces, but they do sell, and it is a relatively easy way to make some money. 

This year I was too busy to help much, but I did sit down two weekends ago and made a couple dozen of shot glasses. I posted pictures of the set of bisque pieces a few posts ago.  I glazed them last week and we sold all but four of them.

 Below is the table full of all we had this year.  Rita made most of the pottery. 

Want to buy the teapot or big yellow bowl?  We have it left over as well as four shot glasses.

Rita said she wanted them to be colorful.  So we glazed for color. 

This bowl  was my favorite. 

Cancer sucks

First it was my mother, breast cancer then brain cancer. In 1986. She went home to die and it wasn’t pretty.  She was 66 years old.  Her Dad and Mom both died of some form of caner.   Not a good sign for genetic makeup.

Then, my twin sisters, Dawn and Diane, both had breast cancer – They had operations and Diane’s cancer came back first – brain cancer.  She kept it from us (or, at least me), until she was in her death bed.  She died in 1995 at age 55. Way too young to die.  My younger brother, Brian died in 1999 of the effects of sharing drug needles. He didn’t make it to 50.  He had liver failure due to hepatitis C as well as loosing both legs to diabetes. It was the same year that my Dad also died of cancer. He had both lung and brain cancer. I think the lung cancer got him. 

Now, my sister Dawn’s cancer came back about a year ago. Breast cancer and she also has lung cancer. She has been doing chemo for the last 6 months. She has a great attitude when the pain is managed.  She may have a year, or less, left. Dawn is 69. My brother Gary, who is 70, has lung cancer and liver failure. His liver failure is due to his excessive drinking. Gary is on some form of expensive medicine to manage or slow down the speed of his death. Both Dawn and Gary still smoke. They won’t be here long.

I quite smoking in Jan 1989.  Best thing I ever did for myself.  However, Cancer lives in my genes and as I try to take care of my weight, diet, and exercise, I may live longer than most of my family has. But we never live for ever.  I just want 10 years of good quality life. And when I go, let me go fast. None of this lingering stuff. No bed for months. No expensive drugs or drugs to manage this and that effect. And let me keep my brain functional, please!  Just let me go fast. 

My dad’s side of the family has bad heart disease genes. Maybe I’ll go with a massive attack.

Enough complaining. 

Time to get on with life.