Day: November 9, 2019

 Everything was weird
 Many things going on
 Playing games for money
 No one knows the rules
  
 Packing a trailer with necessities
 My brother couldn’t find his favorite chair
 Brought down three or four from some where
 Before he finally found his prize
  
 My friend won $76.00, but
 Couldn’t explain how he did it
 I got into the act and claimed
 $34.00 because the number on my 
 Second card was 32 and 32 plus 2 is 34
  
 Some guy named Dwight showed up
 Said we were safe guarding two 
 Sacks of cash for him and he wanted 
 To pick them up.  The lady who
 Helped him wasn’t present, so
 He said they were put in the breaker cabinet
  
 We opened the door and nothing was there
 The landlady showed up and 
 Dwight said that she wasn’t the one
 He had stopped at the wrong place
  
 I offered him some of my winnings
 But he declined with thanks and left
  
 Our trailer was packed and
 We headed out to leave
 Where were we going, I’ll never know
  
 Stanski 
 January 7, 2019 ^ 

 Same route, Highway 10
 About three dozen miles
  
 Gray, cloudy and cold
 Snow on the ground
  
 What a difference a month will make
 No sunshine this day
  
 I think of Henri Nouwen 
 His meditations on life
  
 During the good time and the bad
 It is all in the outlook; the attitude 
  
 We make of things what we will
 Sometimes to our glory
  
 Other times our demise
 How should we proceed?
  
 Does it depend upon the stakes?
 Or should we have a philosophy 
  
 That keeps us consistent
 Through thick or thin?
  
 The rides through life
 Take many turns
  
 They will never be the same
 Choices will be made
  
 Do we take the path less taken
 Or stick to the predictable?
  
 I wonder at this moment
 What would Henri do?
  
 Stanski
 November 9, 2019 ^