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"Please don't weep for me"
you told me many times before.
"I don't like where I am
and want to leave; go away
to a new home, where I'll stay
until that time, in early night,
when the Lord comes to turn out my light."

Standing alone,
on frozen turf.
Looking for love
on this wonderful Earth.
Searching now,
both far and wide,
needing some how,
to have a ride."
"Where go you now?"
he said with a grin.
"you better run and hide
for all the trouble you're in."

The loss of life as the Pandemic began,
became greater because there was no plan.
Reacting to your gut instinct,
caused our Nation to begin to sink.
You have no sense, you aren't a man.
you're just a blowhard and a Charlatan.
Why people like you no matter what,
is beyond me for a God you are not.

Little slug I do see
why are you eating
my lovely Pansy.

I saw the Canlis Restaurant was having a "Drive In" event, $50 per car for
food and munchies and as I recall a movie. Clever way to offset the loss of business.

This reminded me of a long ago event, in another time and another life.
I worked for a large Corporation who would have Sales Events for "Big Ticket" appliances.
Big ticket in this explanation probably related to the Selling of Washers and Dryers, or in
Department 26, which all the Laundry products were in.
Our organization would set up sales quotas by Region. Ours was the Seattle Region. The
awards for these kind of events was National recognition with a special Award Dinner for the
participating staff. Best performance, etc. These would generally be for Sales Staff, Buyers of
the merchandise and other support staff.

I recall one such event, that did involve Laundry equipment. Seattle won the National Award
and we were to arrange for a nice celebration with cocktails, appetizers, dinner and desserts.
The National Merchandiser would be present to award the Winning staff. The restaurant of
choice, was the Canlis.

My immediate Boss, the Regional Sales Superintendent, (we like long worded job descriptions)
informed me that I as the Operations Manager, to go to the Cashiers office and get $3500, in
in cash and pay the bill after the dinner. There were approximately 40 staff in attendance.
Please keep in mind that this was in the late 60's or early 70's and prices were a lot
lower.

I went to the Cashiers office with the appropriate, Funds Request and received the cash, which I
put into a safe place. The time arrived and off to the Canlis went the 40.
There was an open bar, with appetizers.

Eventually we went to the tables for the excellent Canlis Dinner. After dinner, before the awards
and congratulatory speeches, the National Merchandiser, said, " After dinner drinks and cigars
for all those who desire. That was probably everyone in the building.

After all of the congratulations and awards were done a waiter appeared at my
Boss' shoulder with the bill. My Boss pointed at me and said, "He'll take care of it."
I reviewed the bill, cleared my throat and said, " I believe I am a little short" for the
bill was approximately $4500. The waiter, without hesitation, said, "Not a problem, Sir,
we will just bill you." I signed the bill and returned home with all the cash. Driving
carefully on the way to our home on the Eastside. I only had to drive back to Seattle
in the morning and hand the $3500 back to the Cashier.

Great memories for me. I hope you enjoyed this little story.

The Avatar was off his game.
He was looking for you,
as he wanted your name.
Pay attention to him,
for this I will exclaim,
"He will seek you out",
as he needs you to blame
for the ills of the World,
he says he's trying to tame.

Nobody cares,
Not anymore,
If the words
You do write,
Are by your feet,
Down on the floor.

Here comes that feeling.
I've had it before.
A feeling I may soon
be down on the floor.
I am not dizzy,
nor lightheaded, no more,
but this apprehension;
If I fall, I'll be sore.

"Will you dance with me?"
I said, being quite bold,
expecting no answer,
receiving a shoulder, quite cold.
I went to another,
saying the same
words to she.
Then I knelt on the floor
and asked her "Please?"
She said, "no thank you,
for I made a vow
to not dance with men,
that's you, I see now.
I am sorry for you on this day,
now if you would leave,
please just go away."
I left with my Ego,
broken and found
with embarrassment of myself
and to my friends all around.

When the words in your head
are spoken out loud,
there are no filters,
of this I can say.
I do not apologize for you;
not any more.
for I just say, "She has Dementia"
as I head for the door.

Revenge is mine,
sayeth the Lord,
so at this time
please fall on your sword.
You need forgiveness,
for this fix you are in.
Please do not lie to us
and not one word about Sin.

She wore jeans,
tight to the skin.
It was then I knew
the fix I was in.

My bib overalls,
were not her style,
but when you're young,
everything is a trial.
I said to her,
"would you like to dance?"
No answer was given;
not anything more,
but she walked out
to the dance floor.
I was clumsy, not quite an oaf,
but I did my two step
to her quick step, a loaf
of bread could have
moved faster than I.
I stepped on her foot.
She let out a cry.
I said, "I'm sorry;
I didn't lie.
We danced for a while,
she said " I must leave."
Before I knew it,
she left the dance floor,
and there I was alone,
still looking for more.