Little Bunny Foo-foo- from 2014

I once climbed all the way to the top of Fort Mountain with my daughter on my back, with her singing “little bunny foo-foo” the entire way up and “bopping me on the head” every time the song called for it. Which is a lot. I made it up that steep and fairly long trail with some breath to spare. I would hate to say how long ago that’s been. Someone would probably have to carry me up now!
It’s a shame how most of us cannot stay at optimum operating conditions for our life span. I blame it on lack of options, and lack of willpower.
When I worked at Rome in the eighties, I had to leave home before there was time to fix a healthy breakfast, so I fell into the habit of eating those HUGE honey buns which Mrs Winners used to fix. I think they weighed 3 pounds and had about 3,000 calories. It was fast food for lunch, and sometimes for dinner. Who had the time to cook?
When Paula and I worked at Crown Crafts together for ten years we never had time to fix breakfast. We had to get to Calhoun by 7 am. So it was biscuits from the burger joint across the street which Mr Chow would conveniently bring over to the plant by the box full everyday like clockwork at 7:30 am. Then it was off to Arbys or some other fast food joint for lunch. Then, whatever we could tiredly scape up for supper for the kids. Our poor kids. Having parents who worked like we did…commuting two hours a day to 9 hour jobs. I feel so sorry for them. Kirsten helped us out a lot when she got older.
And so on it went….through my working career. I lived in Trion all my life practically, but always had to work out of town. I paid heavily for my choices in 1999, and again in 2014. Years of neglect, years of bad choices, years of stress and strain on the body.
I get out now once in a while and walk. I walk with the grandkids, and I do a little metal detecting every now and then for exercise ( believe me, you DON’T find the treasure they tell you you’re going to when you buy the detectors) I was piddling around over where they tore down the old Apartments…digging my umpteenth corroded Lincoln penny and sweating like a pig. I looked up and saw the Mayor and his wife drive by, peering out their window…so now my spider senses are tingling about even getting to do this much longer!
I slung my metal detector over my shoulder and started walking back to the truck. I had a bit of a headache, but back somewhere in the recesses of my brain I could hear a little voice singing: “little bunny foo foo, hopping through the forest, scooping up the field mice, and bopping them on the head”
I think Father time, and NOT the good fairy, has turned me into a GOON!!

What is Love

You get your computer, your phone, your iPad or your kindle and you “open” it up to Facebook. You see a lot of these words: hate, lie, swindle, crook, kill, murder, hurt, bad, awful, terrible, death, die… get the picture…right?
I have used some of those words before. They are words invented by humans to describe emotions or actions of a negative nature. I’m guessing they are used twice as often as words describing things of a positive nature. Really though, I just want to talk about one word.
What does it mean to you?
I know it means different things to us at different times in our life. There are several different “types” of love so they say.
The kind I’m talking about is the kind of love which brings tears to your eyes by just thinking about it. It’s the kind that you think about when you imagine you are living your last day here on earth. That kind of love.
Regardless of what your beliefs are, or what your religion is, or if you do or don’t have one. At least try for that kind of love. At least think about whether or not you have it, or can get it.
Or…if you don’t have it or don’t want it….please see a psychiatrist quickly.
But seriously, I think of it every day. I think of my family…especially the little ones, and the future this world may hold for them. I want more than anything in the world to be around to protect them, advise them and help them. But, I won’t always be…
So, I figure the best thing I can do for them while I’m here is to love them. To be with them. To pick them up when they fall. To try and teach them respect.
Thank goodness I’ve got my wife to help though! I need it. She knows about the kind of love I’m talking about.
Then, no matter where the final road leads I believe I’ll be able to go down it in peace.