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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/27/2009 8:13:21 PM | Hot d1ckety dang.......youse are thar and a lake ta boot....sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet
Gots an offer...cross them digits.....
My house is so fine
sometimes I wish it were mine
Oh wait..duh..it is...
G'night | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/27/2009 9:02:48 PM | ...as far as the kootenays or hootenays
love is not up for sale.
the first morning I fell in love
as the sun rose, revealed the vicinity.
I could not leave the silent mountains.
It is difficult to describe the purity
extreme beauty, sun shines with clarity
upon waves of monolithic mountains
quiet streams, rivers that rage in the spring.
Winters are wild, spring appears sullenly, but early.
Unfortunately, it is now all for sale. God save B.C. | |
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Posted: 9/28/2009 9:49:25 PM | Howdy-do. Well, Breathing and I started the job-hunt today. It was not fun and I realize the drawback of being employed for so long means I'm out of practice looking for work.
The irony of it all...ah, well...
Hello Autumn! Good to see yer! The cats (yep, we have two) are doing quite well. They seem to like the new place and spend their time playing, gazing out of windows and eating. Oh, and the usual trips to the litter box...the usual. This Saturday, they'll experience the outdoors. Stay tuned.
Hi Pickles-dear! We are here and there is a lake down at the end of the property. Makes for a lovely view on the morning trip to the WC. Congrats on the offer...my digits are crossed for you.
Welcome to 60to70! Love the words and I found myself nodding in agreement as I read them. I'm thinking that part of the human condition means everything can be for sale. But it is also part of the human condition that, even though we can buy it, we can't take it with us. Nothing is a hedge against our own impermanence.
Heh...yeah...this has been a day. We'll see how day #2 of the job search goes.
Let's have a little haiku:
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Four-hundred thousand
For one house on a big lake
We cannot own it
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Okay...on that note, I must depart. See yer tomorrow, eh?
G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/28/2009 11:41:06 PM | I just completed a business deal with a Duke from Slocan. Sold him a conveyor and a gen set.
He has a largish gold property... and plans to run it and to mine it now.
If you f orward yourresume, I can send it to him.
He has gold properties in the Ponderai,
Duke is short for Dukahbour | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/29/2009 8:13:09 PM | hello all
Ah, 'tis good to be back in the mountains again
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Violent winds left behind
Pull of the land , meaning lost
A welcoming
Kootenay breeze
A gentle reminder of,
The future we choose
Exploration of life,
Together moving forward
In the moment
We begin to understand
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good to be back posting again | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 5432 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/30/2009 7:23:55 PM |
words are rainy things on a nearby mountain.
ahhhh, that's what I needed to hear to kick-start something.
(September was wordless moth.) oops, month.
You kids enjoy the "Kooteney breeze", eh, despite what admiral Nelson says.
good to see you back | |
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Posted: 9/30/2009 9:03:21 PM | Evenin' all.
The work search continues here but employers don't seem to move as fast as we'd like. 'Tis only day three of it, so I reckon I shouldn't expect all that much.
Hey Trulio! Many thanks for the recommendation, but I think we're going to hover around Nelson for the time being. If things get more lethargic, we'll expand our searches to the outlying areas. I will definitely keep that Duke in mind...thanks, eh?
And there's Om (just after Breathing-luv...she writes so well...)! We're still liking it here a lot, even though it hasn't been terribly lucrative being here yet...then we've only arrived a little over a week ago. My advanced years have made me so impatient, eh? It is good to be back here regularly, though the poetry isn't coming too well right now. Too many other things to focus on and get done.
Howdy to Pickles-dear, too. "Omlet"...heh...I thought it was a misspelled omelet. Without cheese.
Oh, heck let's have a haiku:
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Pulled from the cupboard
Peelings, feelings and old stuff
A can of old worms
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Funny how re-creating your resume can shake a soul out, ennit? Makes a body tired, too.
Okay...see yer tomorrow. G'night! | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 5435 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/30/2009 9:06:36 PM | ^ hey, picklet, yeap still alive, but not on the throttle much lately.
hey, hope you get a good offer!
here, I would of left a poem back there, goat, but it wouldn't of been good for your diggestive track. They don't have much fibre these days. Thanks to your line though, it got the old gerbil back on the wheel. | |
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Posted: 10/1/2009 12:14:15 AM | I agree totally "Post Prickly"
you will learn to be yourself
the only complaint i had with flat lands was having difficulting
standing
I always started to swish about and
would have collapsed | |
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Posted: 10/1/2009 8:16:39 PM | Heh..hello all. And hello to Trulio! I understand and I know that weird, old wind shoved us right out of that place and into something much more wonderful. Even without work, this place offers so much more than Saskawheat ever did.
You know...tonight I feel like I'm coming back to myself. Of course, its all due to a little help from my friends and a lot of help from Breathing. She's a powerful gal...I'm a lucky fella to have her in my life.
Also good to see the Omlet back here. Good know the gerbil got back on the wheel. I think my wheel got bent out of shape and that left my gerbil without anything to do but sleep. The wheel has been reworked and is close to round once again.
Day #4 of the work search concluded. It was better than day #3 for sure.
Let's have a wee haiku for the heck of it:
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Gerbil and a wheel
Gerbil is prone, wheel is bent
Neither rolls when squared
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Thanks, Om. Let's keep these gerbils running, eh?
Okay, g'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/1/2009 8:42:03 PM | Hey all...
Ah---but it is I,,,, A very lucky gal who gets to share this winding path with the goat man...
Oh, and is the powerful one
Yes, Day 4 and things are looking up - We have this incredible lake to wake to each morning, this. is. paradise!
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With a gentle fall
On a clear beach, in stillness
Settling in balance
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night to all..... | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/1/2009 9:13:22 PM | Dang you two...you have it...
almost...paid employment
deployment
would be peachy keen!
^ hey, picklet, yeap still alive, but not on the throttle much lately.
hey, hope you get a good offer!
Right now darlin'...any offer fer anythang would be good...hehe
Idiot soon?? | |
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Posted: 10/2/2009 10:43:40 AM | My daughter's birthday today...24 years of absolute unadulterated sumblime pleasure
Love you sweetheart more than the world! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/2/2009 7:24:12 PM | A big happy Birthday to her, from us... ;-)
'twas a good Friday here, still on the hunt...My goat keeps me balanced- Bless him
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A few steps today
Rain descends as soles take flight
cob webs untangle
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/2/2009 7:53:42 PM | glad to hear you made it and are settling in. Hope this place suits you more...
"Omlet"...heh...I thought it was a misspelled omelet. Without cheese.
He is, indeed, without cheese... | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/2/2009 8:01:11 PM | Hello all. Hello to Pickles, too...and a double happy b-day to her from us.
It isn't me who keeps the Breathing gal focused and balanced. She keeps my bubble level.
The hunt goes on here...sigh...well, it beats living in Saskabush.
Okay...a haiku...
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We ran on the road
Dodged traffic and the rain drops
Arrived at a store
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And that one store right along the highway was better stocked than any grocery store in Saskatoon. Truly amazing...
Okey dokey...off to bed soon. See yer tomorrow...g'night! | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 5445 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/2/2009 10:04:13 PM | Hi folks
sure Pickels, see ya there next weekish?
who says I don't have cheese? read on
I might be running
but my arches have fallen
and they can't get up
bloody gerbil, that's all he turns out?..:-/
hey, I was just wondering, did they have legions in Saskabush? and who will walk the legions, when the old vets are gone?
Saskatoon, well, at least it was flat leaving, and you could see west.
toodles | |
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Posted: 10/3/2009 8:36:38 PM | Hello all. Another day in paradise here...Saturdays are wonderful in Nelson.
Sorry I missed saying hello to Brizo -- I was falling asleep at the keyboard last night. Yes, we did manage to settle in though the spectre of unemployment haunts me at odd times. Breathing is doing much better at this than I am....she's a powerhouse.
And, Om...he says he has cheese. Nuh-uh...he is dairy free. Howdy Om! The gerbil has short legs, so it takes him a while to get up to speed. Mine's still warming up, but he's darn near ready to go. They do have Legions in Saskabush and God knows what they'll do when the vets are gone -- there's barely any people there right now, let alone who's left after 20 years.
Yep, Saskawheat is flat in so many ways...
Say, let's see what's happening in some half-arsed poetical nonsense tonight...
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Flavoured Water
Flat in all directions
The wind pushed us out
Waaay out west, smack!
Into a mountainside
By a lake
Where time doesn't stretch
Out long
In tired ways
We no longer watch 59 seconds
Groan into a minute
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Dunno what that was, but I guess I'll keep it.
Best hit the sheets...g'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/4/2009 4:49:30 PM | Howdy-do! Well, I promised the Book of Goat would be dusted off and cracked open some day -- this looks like the day.
'Twas a fine Sunday here with my Breathing-gal. We ran along the highway, solidified future plans and got things rolling. Things're going to be good...I can feels it.
Okay...here's the latest Sunday sermon, fresh from the bottom of the barrel:
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Pslam 3.14 – The Book of Goat
Thy Lard hath had a few rough weeks
Sure, He didst escape from Saskabush
And all its wicked ways
But He found He took a lot of baggage
With Him
You know…
Dumb and bulky things like
Anxiety
Fear
Mild depression
A sprained ankle
(Well, that last one was an accident)
These things weighed so much
And didn’t contribute to
Thy Lard’s search for work
(Only less-qualified deities have to do this, like Thy Lard)
For they were frigging heavy
Yet strangely difficult to put down
For these things were ingrained in His habits
And ego
What strange things an ego does to a person, eh?
What odd habits it sets up for itself
This ego
To make it feel like it’s really real
But it’s not
Truly, Thy Lard hath been born again
With this move
And He knows what that sounds like
(…sorry…)
And Thy Lard promiseth He won’t get
Too evangelical and
Too much in yer faces
With the powuh of the skuh-huh-rip-i-chures!
Thy Lard will just leave thee with one little thingie:
In order to be born again
Thee must die first
And that ego can die hard
That’s what Thy Lard’s move brought him
Through one place and into another
Quite literally
Quite emotionally
Quite extraordinarly
This is home
Let the games commence
Amen
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Okay...off to feed my face sometime. First, some tea and some time with the PC.
Later, eh? | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/4/2009 7:20:34 PM | Thy Lard soundeth content
despite the lack of employment
which will come to pass
in due time
but not before you have enjoyed
freedom and flat lakes
and mornings without
alarums.
and by the by....wot's this mean
Pslam 3.14 – The Book of Goat
Are Pslams BC's equivalent of Saskabush's Psalms
or are they a new form of Western corporal punishment? Eh? Eh? | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 5449 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/4/2009 10:59:03 PM | freedom and flat lakes
Now there's a flatness worth hanging around for!
Great sermon, Lard! -you always have me chuckling, thinking.
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Posted: 10/4/2009 11:54:05 PM | sonds like a kick ass selection of course
lardie lordie laawwee ddeee daws
kikeing carpet and jointing it
la dee daws
when the world improves it's fertility rate
give me a call
250-320-1242
and that way I can find my cell phone | |
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