A.G.E's Joint

So, what’s the subject this week? It’s my life? O.K. How do we handle this? Let’s look in the scrap pile to see what we have: A three fourths done continuation of Morris Family stories where Kathy has her baby An erotic September-December romance with steamy details A sketch outline of a story of my lucky rock with the gold nugget An idea for a Wordless Wednesday blog: measure my life with coffee spoons . Which will it be..... Coffee Wins. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Diana Jillian Pic- Dahlia Ramone Pic guessess: The end of the road, cliff edge, 101, Big Sur, blue heaven, step off, grassland, sunday drive, road trip

White painted sentinel Standing against time and tide Against the storms in my mind. I come seeking guidance 122 steps Rosary recited in time With the march Vertigo comes With the climb At the top I stand and hear my voice cry out A wordless scream at ancient power Until the dolphin breaks the surface Against the sunset Anchor drops in my soul's Safe harbor ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Dave Coon Pic- Stormy Gail Dormire Pic guesses Sentinel (in blog), Anchor (in blog) Safe Harbor (in blog), White (in blog), Light, Time and Tide (in blog),

It is my birthday month. It’s time to get my license plate renewed. For once, I didn’t wait until the last minute. I got my emissions check, made sure my insurance was up to date, and went down the office. Being early on a Friday, no one was there and it only took about 10 minutes. It wasn’t always this way. Back in 1983, the State of Georgia didn’t do renewals by birthdays. Instead, they were due April 1, even if the day hit on a Saturday like this year. I had bought a car about a month before and because of no insurance, I wasn’t ready to get my plate until the last day. When I get there I found out the place was only open until 1. Pulling into the parking log, I saw the line wrapped around the building. I’d be lucky to get in the door before they closed. I backed my plateless ride into a space locked up. Wishing I could spend my weekend doing something else, I found the end of the line. The motley crew reminded me of the giraffe cage at the zoo. Up close to the building was

Cold Water Going down Staving off thirst. Watching eagles wings Riding updrafts out of dark cloudy canyons. A path Once followed long ago , I pause. Cows graze contentedly in the valley. The sun is hanging low to the rim. The power overwhelms me This is as good a place As any to make camp. Pulling out the tent . I drive stakes To secure Night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Dave Coon Pic- Dahlia Ramone Pic Guesses: Eagles wings (in blog), flight, updraft (in blog), On the wing, Canyons (in blog), Spirit, America,

Start: 2:50PM Time to just put the keyboard in action and see what comes out. I do this occasionally when I can’t come up with a story, poem, or some other highfalutin’ idea for consumption. As I am sitting here, it is raining hard enough to find the leaks in the roof. You know, the ones I thought I had fixed...twice. When the roof was redone a few years ago, the contractor didn’t use the finest quality decking and I’ve now got three sheets warped bad enough to cause problem. Am I going to call in a pro to fix it permanently? Nah. It won’t be all that long before I downsize into a condo and give this place to a developer to put another bland $1 million over sized barn in its place. The houses are all cream, gray, or white. The only color in the neighborhood is from the change in season . My yard has scarlet sumac vines trailing through the lantana, which gives a rather neat effect . So much different from the professionally kept lawns around me. Yeah. I don’t think the neighbors