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What a special time of year....
I,Santa and my minion of elves
making a gazillion toys for all
the giddy girls and boys.
Just what are some of the things they
will find under the tree? Let's see !!
Colorful cars that go vroom vroom
and twin engine planes that zoom.
Remote control trucks that
tumble around the room.Oh these
things simply can't come too soon!
There's the cute little doll house
with a canary canopy and the stocking
stuffed to the brim with sugar coated candy.
Oh my, what about the indestructable
tank with the turret that pivots or the
tried and true toolset equipped with
screwdrivers, pliers, hammer
and yes, even a rack of rivets.
I almost forgot about the long-legged dolls
with their fancy silk sweaters and dresses.
Oh how girls love those that talk or cry,
or ..... yes, even make little messes.
Then there are teddy bears,dolphins,
monkeys, ...stuffed animals of all kinds.
Oh, is it possible for the youngsters
to get these tantalizing toys out of their minds?
Chutes and Ladders,Candyland, Twister,
Guess Who, a smorgasboard of board games.
Oh yes, after this Christmas Day,
nothing could ever be the same.
Then there are cd's, dvd's,mp3s
you name it, even cell phones to call.
And no, that's certainly not all.
Catchers mitts, frisbees,yo-yo's or
better yet, a new leather basketball.
Robots, Light Bright,Spirograph,
we are busy making toys for tots.
And I don't think I need to tell you
No matter how you slice it... there's alot.
But I'm running out of time here you see
and there's no limit to what
can be found underneath the tree.
Every year Christmas provides a new story.
I know I hold a special place in
the hearts of people both young and old.
But I will be the first to admit
Christmas is not about me or what's
under the tree, but might I be so bold
as to say we must not forget that the real
Christmas story is all about love.
It starts and ends with the gift of Jesus
sent to us from His Father above.
For without that very "special delivery"
Christmas Day we wouldn't even celebrate.
No, as a matter of fact, December 25th
would simply be just an ordinary date.
There was a day when I was a man
going in the world doing manly things
I realized my fingers just wouldn't do
in this world doing manly things
I did look so long and hard
at displays in many stores
and read reviews and magazines
looking for what would be just the thing
got the money so very much
for so little it did seem
for something that in my pocket would fit
go on my belt within a sheath
my first pair was shiny bright
would deploy with just a flick
opened up all the tools to show
have be unfolded do the task
there were knifes and there were saws
screwdrivers to turn and scissors to cut
and I did very quickly learn
they did not lock and they would fold
but I really did like that brand
and I thought it was almost the thing
so I did get money even more
a got another not quite the same
still was shiny bright stainless steel
but black locks did it have
the sharp knifes still hold in place
so they did not on fingers fold
I did use it for many years
and I did learn so many things
the screwdrivers were quite small
and the scissors quite a joke
I did learn that I did need
some multi-plier that more serious were
with many tools I could really use
and so I began to search again
another pair I did find
that were quite black not shiny at all
had many things that I did like
and other things that I did not
there were gadgets I'd never seen
a couldn't figure out what were their thing
I did try to use them all
some of them I could not
of screwdrivers I had a need
and of pliers mighty and strong
scissors with a longer snip
and no use at all for saws
I have learned of open frames
grips that hurt when squeezing hard
and of files much too coarse
have not yet found the perfect thing
but there are so ever many brands
some are shiny and some are black
and more tools than I can count
designed to do most everything
I do think I'll never find
the perfect pair just for me
with all the tools that I might use
and none of all those other things
I Hate Home Depot!
I hate Home Depot!
Just the sight of that
orange and white sign
makes my stomach turn.
However I know every
square inch of that store,
I’ve spent
thousands of hours there
as a paying customer.
I know what all is in the
garden section for all of the seasons.
I know where to go to find the
nuts, screws, nails and bolts. I can guide you
through the wallpaper and
the paint section.
I’ve bought sheets of plywood, lots of pcv pipe,
dozens of American Standard toilets,
ceiling fans, light fixtures, HVAC systems,
generators, even a riding lawn mower.
I’ve bought paint and waited to have it
mixed properly. I’ve rented
and driven dozens of their trucks before.
I’ve bought power drills, leaf blowers
screwdrivers, hammers, cabinets,
patio furniture, a refrigerator, an oven,
and an air conditioner.
I’ve even rented a carpet cleaner too!
But I could care less, if I ever step foot
in a Home Depot ever again. All of my hours
clocked in that store went to the benefit
of my ex.
He was the one that financially,
emotionally and personally
gained from my presence in
Home Depot.
So what was the point of me acquiring
all of that knowledge that didn’t benefit
me at all then and probably won’t benefit
me ever again?
It seems like such as waste of my time
and energy now.
Believe me when I say
I would rather watch paint dry than
go to Home Depot, I mean ever word
of that statement!
One summer I practically read all of
War and Peace in the orange and
white store from Hell!
But I can show you how to repair a large hole
in a piece of sheetrock. I know how to
paint the inside and the outside of a house.
I know how to install travertine in a house,
slanted and straight.
I have installed granite countertops,
hardware for a sink and the basin too.
Many other home improvement projects
I learned there.
What a fool I was!
Oh well, that’s life.
Who knows maybe
someday I’ll use some
of that knowledge that I
hated every minute learning!
#HEY, SAY...
GIMME A GLASS OF ROOM TEMPERATURE WATER, FOR STARTERS...WITH A BRIGHT LEMON WEDGE, TO TAKE OFF THE EDGE!
"IN FACT, MAKE THAT A DOUBLE!!"
NO, I DON'T WANT NOTHING WITH FIZZ,
NOTHING WITH FROTH...
NO SCREWDRIVERS FOR ME, THAT MAY SET MY LIVER OFF...
"SHIRLEY TEMPLES" OR "EASY LIVINGS"
ARE BENEFIT PROPERTIES IN THOSE SPECIALTIES?
THANKS FOR THE CLARITY!
CAN'T AFFORD "DON'T MIX WELL---CAN'T YOU TELL" BLENDED POTENTIAL PENALTIES.
WELL, LOOK WHO JUST BREEZED THROUGH THE DOOR?
HELLO MENTALITY!
HOW'S SENTIMENTALITY?
STILL GOING STRONG, I KNOW YOU TWO HAVE A SOLID BOND!
HEY WHAT'S WRONG...
YOU HEARD A RUMOR WE, YOU & ME WEREN'T GETTING ALONG?
"WHAAAAAT!"
"COME ON' WE'RE FAMILY...AT THE END OF THE DAY,
A TRINITY, INFINITELY***"
I KNOW, I KNOW...
IT'S JUST THAT...
I HAD FROZEN BAGGIES OF ORGANIC BLUEBERRIES, WONDROUS! YET, I REFERENCED THOSE AS SECONDARIES!
BECAUSE, I PREFERRENCED BELOW...
THE DARK CHOCOLATE BUTTERSCOTCH CARMEL DROPS...
*PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* AND *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*
NON-STOP!
THAT WHOLE ENTIRE BAG...
CRUMPLED TAG!
CALL THE COPS!!! CALL THE COPS!!!
DIVINE MIND, GET A GRIP!
IT'S NOT EVERYDAY, IF IT WERE...
I'D HAVE A PRICE TO PAY!
YOU DON'T DRINK, YOU DON'T SMOKE, YOU EVEN REFUSE TO HAVE A COKE! LOOK AT ME...I'M IN A BAR HAVING A DOUBLE LEMON WATER!!! NOT EVEN ON THE ROCKS, IN JULY...89° DEGREES OUTSIDE, AS A HIGH!
STOP GUILTING! QUIT TRIPPING!
YESTERDAY, "DARK CHOCOLATE BUTTERSCOTCH DROPS!"
TODAY, BLUEBERRY BLISS "NOT TO MISS" EMPHASIS!
ALSO REMEMBER..."YOU'RE A WATERHOLIC!"
"AS WELL, WE...US THREE***
HAVE TO REMAIN {SUSTAIN} A UNIFIED TRILOGY!"
EXTRA LEMONS, EXTRA RHYMES,
AND OCCASIONALLY...
BUTTERSCOTCH CARAMEL DARK CHOCOLATIES...
HOLD THE GUILT, INDEED PLEASE...
"JUST ENJOY LIFE, BIG & SMALL, ESPECIALLY...."
*PLOP* *GULP* *WRITE* ALRIGHT...
***RIGHT***
Renee D Gross {GHPPR} June 10th 2023#
He waited
Under fluorescent lighting
The kind that highlighted
His salt and pepper hair
It was almost 5:30
Quitting time
But he didn’t have to worry about that anymore
Today was his last day
The people in the office took him out to lunch
Had a round of drinks
Opened a few cards
Hugged one of the secretaries
Felt pretty good about himself
But what next?
Adjusting his glasses he looked straight ahead
The tools on his workbench
Grimy
Cold metal
After twenty years still usable and dependable
Pliers, screwdrivers
Lined up in front just the way he organized them
Some lost
Some borrowed but eventually all returned
He wondered if he would miss holding the hefty hammer
The one with the smooth maple handle?
There was nothing more to do
Would he bring his tools home?
Or come back for them later?
Rubbing his hands
To keep his fingers moving
He lingered at his bench
Until it was time to leave
A day’s pay for a day’s work
That what his father told him
Back when.
Put off the final decision
To retire as long as he could
When he signed the papers
It felt like somebody lifted him up
And put him in another life
Careful with money
Saved all these years
With Social Security
He and his wife hoped it would be enough
To see them through.
Enough thinking
It was time to leave
Waving to a few co-workers
He walked out
The shop door closing behind him
Brick building
Casting its large shadow behind him
Outside it was the usual scene
Busy streets
Crowded coffee shop
Sounds of buses and traffic
In a hurry to get somewhere.
This time it was different
A cold chill of exhilaration
Gripped him in a vise of uncertainty
He couldn’t believe he
Was walking away
From decades of
What was once familiar
And part of him.
My hubby is a techno genius; he can fix anything that was made, at any time.
Yesterday he fixed my vacuum, for the hundredth time, from Nineteen-sixty-one.
And guess who was watching intently: yes, our friendly basement Trolls, of course.
Amazed by gadgets, screwdrivers, and such, love from their eyes, shone forth.
The next morning utility belts full of tools were hung, from around their waists.
They looked for something close to fix. They had to start, right now, right away.
That sunny morn ‘Acme Techno Trolls’ was born, the best, you know, around.
They were gifted… you might say, ‘a blessing’ to everyone with a tech, at home.
They fit a niche for those wives of tinkers, who won’t let go of anything that’s old.
Troll’s can tear anything apart, for near nothing; hammers are their specialty, of course.
When they are done, no parts will be found… ready for your tech to find, in the rebound.
So if it’s time for ‘out with the old and in with the new’, you know just what to do.
My dear friends, they’re good at what they do… This I can solemnly tell you.
And a bonus feature is- when they say it’s broke… Who will argue with a Troll?
You might say they’re definitely the dream come true, for the housewife of a tech.
I know, they worked for me… and I know, by heck, that they can work for you.
When happiness for those tech impaired… would come with the shiny and the new…
Once in a while… It’s the perfect thing… It’s the best darn excuse… It’s true!
Backyard Mechanic
by Bob Moore © 2019
I’m a guy of the ‘60’s and ‘70’s, a Ford man, or a Holden or two
we didn’t bother with garages, if the car broke, we knew what to do
We only needed a spanner, a shifter would fit all the nuts
another one for the sparkplugs, and enough room to get at the guts
Two screwdrivers, a straight and a phillips,
a hammer, in case things were stuck,
a few timely swear words to use on the way,
time to start now, so wish me good luck
We could fix the transmission, or gearbox, change the tail shaft
or even the diff, we didn’t care if the cars in the air,
we’d crawl under, without wondering “if”
Clean out the carby, so the float would now work,
change all the plugs and the points, check the alt, and the dizzy
the air cleaner too, then you can grease all the joints,
Blowing smoke, then change the head gasket,
a squeal in the brakes, check the shoes,
you can change the brake fluid, and hope that will do it,
glad we didn’t end up on the news
we knew that half of the things that we did
a real mechanic would not try to do,
they were smart and they said, those things would not work,
but not knowing, they worked fine for you
Those days are gone now forever, the cars talk with data and files
Just diagnostics, and computerised, and not a mechanic for miles
I loved you like the tide loves the shore—
a quiet pull, a force that cannot be resisted.
And now, you are leaving,
pulling the moonlight from my nights.
We sat by the ocean once,
the salt air braiding our silences,
the waves writing your name into my soul.
Now, every ripple whispers you back to me,
every tide is your farewell.
We rode bicycles for miles,
spokes spinning like the clock that chased us,
laughter a symphony in the wind.
Now, when the road bends,
I see you ahead, always just out of reach.
We drank screwdrivers,
the orange glow of our glasses
mimicking the sun that set too soon on us.
Now, every bitter-sweet sip
is the ghost of your laughter,
the warmth I can no longer hold.
Our last night in this town,
fireworks tore the sky apart,
their light staining our faces,
their thunder drowning my pleas for you to stay.
When the clock struck twelve,
I learned how silence could break me.
Now, every New Year will carry your shadow,
a ghost in the colors of the night.
When I return to this town,
I will find you in every street,
in every sea breeze, in every cracked sidewalk.
Memories will ambush me in quiet corners,
calling your name in a language only I understand.
You are leaving,
but how can I let go
when the world you touched
still holds your fingerprints?
As years have passed and I’ve amassed
More tools than I know I need,
I have to stress that I’m impressed with
The roles and goals they fulfill.
I love the hours with power tools
And hand-held ones are grand!
Each one is fun but some essential
Some so technical; all respectable.
But what I’ve learned as time has turned
Some tools matter more than others.
It takes a chisel to carve a whistle
And drills fill things with holes.
It takes a hammer to drive a matter
And a tape measure is a treasure.
I like to draw all kinds of saws
And cut up boards and cupboards.
Screwdrivers are my “McGyvers”
To loosen and tighten, lower or heighten
This one is fun for all ages!
Count on seeing a lot, in every toolbox.
I have dozens of wrenches, strewn over benches
And clamps and vises for when I can’t clench it,
I find the right tool and the job becomes cool
And I look like a pro, cuz my tools say so!
I have found it foundational, absolutely essential
To revel in the power of the level!
If the base is not true, your work off the “bubble”
Everything else from there is in trouble.
Good carpenters care what is true and square
And lay good foundations to build upon there.
Don’t be deceived, your projects reveal it;
Time always tells if your work’s “on the level.”
Joe The Plumber announced he was runnin' fer Congress the other day!
Congratulations, Joe! You the man! Fer you I shout, "Hooray!"
Tell 'em like it is as you did with Obama - show 'em you won't be outdone!
And, Joe, take yer plumbers' kit - you'll need it to repair the damage done!
Include screwdrivers to tighten the screws on higher taxes and spendin',
And yer biggest wrench to shut off the flow of governmental lendin'!
Take yer solderin' arn so as to solidify warm relationships with yer peers,
And a pipe cutter to cut off zany filibusterin' that is tiresome to yer ears!
You'll need a hundred rolls of duct tape to stem the flow of inane babble,
And gallons of Liquid Plummer to unclog the stalemate of that useless rabble!
A good pipe wrench will come in handy to tighten the discipline in that 'joint',
And a twelve-foot stepladder to rise above that rotten mob to make yer point!
Joe, show 'em what real 'change' is meant to be with a new 'shower' of hope!
Flush political correctness down the john that's gotten us on this slippery slope!
Be sure to take yer roto-rooter and clean the sewer that is Washington, DC!
Use yer most powerful hose to flush the whole mucked-up mess out to sea!
Robert L. Hinshaw,CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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