Saturday, October 25, 2014

Waiting For The Rain



Waiting for the rain


Open the window to hear the crickets


Waiting for the rain


Warm up a muffin, have a second cup of coffee


Waiting for the rain


Feed the dogs and take them out


Waiting for the rain


Listening to Johnny Cash sing gospel


Waiting for the rain


Yet another cup of coffee (and another trip to the bathroom)


Waiting for the rain


Running out of things to write about


Waiting for the rain


Wait


Pitter-patter


YeeHaw, No more waiting!

Ralphie

Monday, October 13, 2014

Emma T. WienerDog



A listener asked for more photos of Emma The WienerDog. Her full name is Emmapajama von Schnizengruben.

Emma will be 16 the day after Christmas!


Here is Emma the day we brought her home!


And here in her golden years!




                   Basking in the sun...do you see a pattern?

She is still very active, but kinda senile, which can be sad and funny all at the same time.


Emma used to be on the radio , joining me on the air when I worked 7 to midnight. She has many fans around the world!




In her later years she has turned her back on showbiz…I’m ready for my close-up Mr. Demille…

Emma’s favorite things are:
Food

Treats

Food

A sunny spot to sleep

Food

A warm bed with lots of blankies

Treats  

And

Food

In that order!
That's all for now!

Ralphie

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Requiescat In Pace



I’m sitting in the Felton cemetery…it’s an old cemetery, with dates going back to the 1800’s. It’s quiet and interesting and I like coming here because there’s no one around…well, no one who is going to bother me!

I’m sitting here looking out at all the markers, some fancy, some not so much. Most are very old, some more recent.

There’s gonna be two dates on your tombstone, everyone will read ‘em
All that’s gonna matter is the little dash between ‘em

Some of the markers are tilting, others have fallen over. Some are so old you can’t even read them. Some are gone, leaving no trace…

The grass is dead, the weeds are overgrown…it looks like a movie set. That’s why I like it…it’s very surreal, and very peaceful.

It’s hard not to think about the people here who died so long ago. Looking out at the various markers, which acknowledge that this person existed and for this long, I wonder about all these people…

All the lonely people, where do they all come from…

I wonder about their lives, their loves, joys, triumphs and sorrows. I wonder about their hopes and dreams, desires, faults...about their concerns, successes, failures. Real people who lived and breathed and had families.

Did the family breakdown as they came here to bury their loved one, or were they stoic?

Did they die with regrets? I think everyone has some regrets, no matter what they say. If I died right now, I’d have a few…

But then again, too few to mention…

That would be ironic if I died right now, being in a cemetery and all…

I find myself wondering how many of these people suffered; suffered from physical or mental disease. How many suffered from depression, or were bi-polar, back before they even knew what it was! A scarey thought!

Were they poor? Did they live well? Were they born here? Did they go to church? Where did they work? Would I have liked them? Would they have liked me? Did they even have families to miss them?

I sit here and I think all this, as the wind blows through the trees, and I feel a little sad.

As I look out across this old cemetery, I can almost see a family gathered ‘round a grave, with someone singing Amazing Grace, and I know that someday they’ll be gathered ‘round for me.


That sounds like a song…I’ll work on it!

Ralphie

Saturday, October 4, 2014

My Attic






My attic is full of stuff…some heavy, some not so heavy.


Visions of my past are in here.


There’s lots of music in here.


There is art in here.


There are triumphs and sorrows in my attic.


The clutter is maddening !    

Cluttered, but clearly mine


There is also work in my attic, covering 22 years on the air…that’s a long time so it fills a good portion of the space.


Work your fingers to the bone what do you get? Boney fingers


There are toys in my attic. Some I’ve had for a long time and I need to get rid of. Some I can’t let go of. 
Funny how that is…


Yep, it’s gonna take a lot of help to clear out my attic. 

Ralphie