Monday, July 30, 2012

Earlier This Week . . . Around Midnight.

So the bat has returned to my bedroom. My fear is of an irrational nature. Must think it through. A bat is basically a little mouse with wings. Cats hunt mice. Tomorrow I’m going to pick up a cat with wings. Okay, that won’t work. Tomorrow I’m going to get cat, a model aeroplane and some duct tape . . . and hope PETA doesn’t find out.

Monday, July 2, 2012

In Memory.

Arthur (Art) Colin Frizzell 1923- 2003.

On July 2, 2003, our family lost a very special person. But many memories remain in our hearts.

A breeze, which blows across the field to cool my brow,
a shadow that moves through the garden;
rain, which falls when the leaves are wilting,
a star that guilds me home when I'm lost.

The answer that comes when I'm befuddled,
the presence that comforts when I'm lonely;
the joke I recall when I need to laugh—
you had to go:you never left me.

Poem by his son, Colin.