Can a guy be a nanny? Because that may just be what I should do when I get older. ::) I just spent the past three hours playing with 10 younger kids, most who are under the age of 10. And as I look back, I can't really find a more fun three hours I've had since the summer started. ;) From piggyback rides, lightsaber fights, freeze tag, and gymnastics, I had a blast!
I've heard teens my age complain about children, and how they never want to have kids. This completely baffels me as I have more fun with an age group far below my own than my regular group of friends. Maybe I was meant to become a proffesional babysitter. ;)
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Special Things
Wow. O.o Been a while since I've posted here! I blame laziness. ::) Well, I'll have to get everything caught up...but not now. ;) I just wanted to post this here before I forgot it existed. It's such a sweet poem that I'm definitely going to want to read when I turn 70. :D
I wanted to capture this poem in my mind, like it captured the soul of this old man who now is with his loved ones again.
"When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old ma...n's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in magazines for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet."
CRANKY OLD MAN
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old ma...n's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in magazines for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet."
CRANKY OLD MAN
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
I wanted to capture this poem in my mind, like it captured the soul of this old man who now is with his loved ones again.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Bears!
*Whew!* Well that was a first experience for me! Just a few days ago, I was walking the whole 3 miles home from school. Rather than take the long way around and follow the road, I decided that it'd be much faster to cut through the woods on the ski trail to get to the highway. Well I'm walking along, minding my business, and I reach a large hill. Just adjacent is the highway; right in my view. I start heading down when halfway, I hear a noise. It was only a slight rustle, but my eyes immedietly turned. There, just a couple feet away, was a mama bear and her two cubs. Now here's a guy who has seen pletny of moose in his life, but no bears! "Why do I have to start seeing them now?" Was the thought that was racing through my mind. Right after I saw them, without changing my pace, I retraced my steps.
Back up on top of the hill, I stood there watching these three bears. Now a smart person would have retreated and taken the long way. Is that what I did? No! By then adrenaline was coursing through me and I was coming up with an idea. The bears were slowly moving away from the trail and I waited until they seemed to be far enough away. Then I came to the conclusion that it wouldn't be TOO hard to make it to the highway withought catching the notice of the bears.
I started heading down, not rushing, not slowing; trying to stay as unnoticable as possible. Finally I reached the point where the bears were on my right and the hill leading to the highway was on my left. Taking one more glance around, I spotted the bears. At that moment, my brilliant idea of waiting for them to move seemed idiotic. They seemed so much closer at the bottom of the hill! It was then the mama bear lifted her head. We locked eyes. The cubs were still frolicking about her legs, but the mama was stock still, staring at me. What did I do? The only thing I could. I averted my eyes, turned around, and walked up the hill to the highway. I guess I didn't look that appetizing or it wasn't my time to head back to heaven, because I managed to make it to safety.
Figures that the first time I see a bear in the wild had to be from the unsafe distance of a few feet! I don't think I'll be taking that shortcut again without a large group of people to hide in. :P
Back up on top of the hill, I stood there watching these three bears. Now a smart person would have retreated and taken the long way. Is that what I did? No! By then adrenaline was coursing through me and I was coming up with an idea. The bears were slowly moving away from the trail and I waited until they seemed to be far enough away. Then I came to the conclusion that it wouldn't be TOO hard to make it to the highway withought catching the notice of the bears.
I started heading down, not rushing, not slowing; trying to stay as unnoticable as possible. Finally I reached the point where the bears were on my right and the hill leading to the highway was on my left. Taking one more glance around, I spotted the bears. At that moment, my brilliant idea of waiting for them to move seemed idiotic. They seemed so much closer at the bottom of the hill! It was then the mama bear lifted her head. We locked eyes. The cubs were still frolicking about her legs, but the mama was stock still, staring at me. What did I do? The only thing I could. I averted my eyes, turned around, and walked up the hill to the highway. I guess I didn't look that appetizing or it wasn't my time to head back to heaven, because I managed to make it to safety.
Figures that the first time I see a bear in the wild had to be from the unsafe distance of a few feet! I don't think I'll be taking that shortcut again without a large group of people to hide in. :P
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
The Start of Something New...
Well this is my first time ever trying out a blog... It should be interesting. :D Now this is mainly an online journal for me. Mason. So if you're someone who stumbled across my blog, this isn't something I'm doing for others' entertainment. I'm a horrible journal writer, but maybe if my journal was on the internet it'd be a bit more successful. ;)
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