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It's not the same,
when you accept the blame,
for something you didn't do.
When in command it is up to you,
to fix the problems that come
up and protect the Citizen's home.
Don't tell lies or pass the blame
on to the shoulders of others.
Do what is right for
our Sisters and Brothers.

I am uncertain
as to what's going on,
for part of my Dahlias,
lie broken on the ground.
A dog or raccoon
or something quite big,
has walked through my garden,
like a clumsy, old pig,
with Salvia branches,
broken pieces and twigs.

Words are coming to me,
without a plan.
Words with a meaning
I don't understand.

So many years have passed, from the time I
was a Manager. I had several Supervisors and
they were taking me out to lunch for my birthday.
I like sports cars and had a beautiful framed
photograph of a Porsche 911 hanging on a wall
in my office.
We had a very enjoyable lunch at a place I do not
recall. Then they surprised me with a multi day
rental of a Porsche 911, Cabriolet. I was speechless.
It was December and I asked if I could delay using
the rental until the weather warmed, in June or July.
They said I could. The Agency was in Pioneer Square.

At last it was time and the Rental Agency said that the
Porsche Cabriolet had been involved in an accident
in Yakima but they could offer me the use of a
Porsche 911 Targa. I signed the paperwork and
the Agent took me to the car.
He asked me if I had ever driven a Porsche? I said no.
Do you know how to use a stick? I said that I did and
said I had owned a Fiat 124 Spyder, that had stick
shift. He also told me that it was same shift pattern
as a 1956 Chevrolet.
I opened the door and got in to this "dream car", hooked
the seat belt and started the engine. The sound of the exhaust
accompanied by the cam drive chain sent a chill up my
spine. Porsche engine noise is like adrenaline to me.
I drove up 1st Ave only killing the engine a few times at
stop lights. The clutch mechanism is stiffer than the clutch
on the Fiat. So I was trying to get use to that function.
I reached work and parked in the Garage.
When the day was over I drove to my Son's work place
and parked on a hill. Oh, oh.

With a stick shift, parked on a hill you must put it in gear, with
foot on the gas and a hand on the parking brake. The trick
is to rev the engine and "pop" the clutch at the same time that
you release the parking brake. I did that, but not perfectly and
laid a strip of rubber, for a few feet, up the hill. I live on the
Eastside and only killed the engine a couple of times as the
traffic was stop and go. I drove the car over the weekend
and took a trip with my wife to Ellensburg, with the Targa Top
stored in the trunk.
The memories of this event lives on and will always have a
special place in my heart for the generosity of my friends.

Oh such a sight.
A feast for our eyes,
When the flowers are abloom,
In the Spring surprise.
The Daffodils and Tulips,
Have all gone away.
Other foliage has turned
To a brown looking mess.
Perennials, jump into play
And continue to brighten,
This dreary Spring day.

I worry for them.
I worry for those.
I am worrying now,
As I suppose,
If the marching
Continues and grows
All of this Summer,
Until the gilds off the Rose,
Then it will be cooler
and they'll need warmer clothes.

I've tried so hard, never to say,
"I've told you before, please go away."
But there I was to my dismay,
Uttering words, I didn't have to say.
A sadness for me, for talking this way
To her, when her memory's astray.
Perhaps I'm the one needing to stay
At a home and go away.

My hair grows long.
Longer by the day.
It's over my ears
and to my dismay,
it is almost down to my nose.
But I am thankful to know
it isn't touching my toes.

There it goes, back into the tree.
I am sure something is watching me.
There is motion; once more I see,
A little Humming Bird coming to me.
I'm standing by Salvia, "Hot Lips" the name,
And the Humming Bird is coming; eating is his game.

I'll wait for you hour and day.
I will not let my love go away.
For all the things you are unaware,
I will remember our love where
All the words you said to me,
"It will be alright, just let it be;
Let it go, move on, get thee past"
Remember when they said it wouldn't last?
We proved them wrong, that's for sure,
For our love went on and did endure.

This brain of mine,
is in a thick fog.
My thoughts, unclear.
Unsure of what to do
as the day approaches
where I won't be able
to care for you.

His eyes grew dim.
The life was gone,
Unlike the day before.
Unplugged the machine,
That allowed him to breathe.
The pain that was felt,
Was not all mine,
For my Mother was
Here by my side.
Keep talking to him,
The Doctor had said,
"For the sense of hearing
Is the last sense to go".
Why do I remember,
My feelings of dread,
When thinking about
The passing of my Dad?
In the ICU room
In a hospital bed,
In Yakima Washington?