Saturday, September 22, 2012

Return of HOT DAMN ! Band; Spider spins in a dewy web; William becomes handsome at 12; Indomitable vine; Etc.



Porch Swing in September

The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun
that bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion
whose flowers have faded, like those of summer,
and a small brown spider has hung out her web
on a line between porch post and chain
so that no one may swing without breaking it.
She is saying it's time that the swinging were done with,
time that the creaking and pinging and popping
that sang through the ceiling were past,
time now for the soft vibrations of moths,
the wasp tapping each board for an entrance,
the cool dewdrops to brush from her work
every morning, one world at a time.

"Porch Swing in September" by Ted Kooser, from Flying at Night. © University of Pittsburgh Press, 2005



A Friend, William
turned 12 yrs old,  9-20-12
automatically became handsome thereupon

 William is the raccoon editor's peanut gallery pew-mate, and sometimes Wis Guthrie's, on Sundays.
9:30 AM, 1st Congregational UCC, 100 E Broadway, Waukesha
( ALL participants welcome!)


A climber

By surprise

This morning we noticed the volunteer morning glory vine
Had reached it’s final extension of something to climb upon
- a tacked-up piece of extending twine -
And during the night in its slow-motion writhing
Had extended it’s free self to the maximum
Took a big sideways reach
And found something to continue its upward movement
So characteristic of improviser Judith who gave us
The plant by surprise;

Climbing, ever climbing
It’s indomitable built-in urge to
And rise… Waukesha



Simulatingly boils water for steam in our 1950s vintage
whistling tea kettle with brazed spout from cake pan metal.  Genuine whistle at top 
was once a childhood toy.  Now, 2nd childhood.  ( Perpetual.)

Some friends have gone out to Menard's and invested
in one of these $79.99 heaters.  Joe did.  Uncle Norm did.
The brand is Chimney-Free.
Operates safely on regular house current.


Joe Beringer at The cup recently.

David Dix sr, coffee-sipper with Joe, raccoon editor, pictured on William Redding's 12th birthday, 9.20.12
The readers of the SRN, mostly family, repeatedly ask for pictures of how we are now.
Here, we huddle before our electric stove, toasty. on a chilly morning in the Odd Fellows lodge hall
where we live and work.

We are wearing a Salvation Army blanket that was left on our bed in the nursing home where we recovered from our surgery. (2005) Learning how to walk again, use silverware, go to the bathroom on our own, many etcs.  We were incapacitated for almost a full year.

That blanket has become something of an icon for us now.  It is secured by a pin-on compass
which we use regularly to keep our bearings, physically and Boy Scout morally straight. (Except we have no rigidities about LGBT's.)

The red T-shirt has an iron-on much washed and faded image of us, carrying in our then recently-deceased mother's dog, Duffy.  He was blind and incontinent but Mom's dying wish was to take care of Duffy, which we did for over a year until he just had to be put down.  Poor little guy........TIME, something to be reckoned with.


A teacher asked her 6th grade class how many of them were Romney fans.

Not really knowing what a Romney fan is, but wanting to be liked by the teacher, all the kids raised their hands except for Little Johnny...

The teacher asked Little Johnny why he has decided to be different... Again.

Little Johnny said, "Because I'm not a Romney fan."

The teacher asked, "Why aren't you a fan of Romney?" Johnny said, "Because I'm a Liberal."

The teacher asked him why he's a Liberal. Little Johnny answered, "Well, my Mom's a Liberal and my Dad's a Liberal, so I'm a Liberal."

Annoyed by this answer, the teacher asked, "If your mom was a moron and your dad was an idiot, what would that make you?"

With a big smile, Little Johnny replied, "That would make me a Romney fan."

(Sent by Rev. Dr. Thomas Bentz, now serving an interim in New Jersey)


Wisdom from an old Jewish man
Ahhhhh!! the wisdom of the ages.

A female CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Western Wall to pray, twice a day, every day, for a long, long time.

So she went to check it out. She went to the Western Wall and there he was, walking slowly up to the holy site.

She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, using a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview.

"Pardon me, sir, I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. What's your name?

"Morris Feinberg," he replied.

"Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?" 

"For about 60 years."

"60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?"

"I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims."

"I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop."

"I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults and to love their fellow man."

"I pray that politicians tell us the truth and put the interests of the people ahead of their own interests."

The Journalist then asked:  "How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?"

"Like I'm talking to a  wall."