A Woolly Bully Day. For a person who has led a life that is pretty much “L Seven” it don”t take much to entertain me. Give me a foggy morn by the water and a dog as company and who cares if I am square or not?
Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro and the sun pops over the horizon. AYE!!! watch it now watch it. Here it comes. Watch it, it will git cha. ( right in that heart felt place that revives the spirit making you want to sing and dance).
Matty told Hattie; bout a thing she saw. Had two big horns and a woolly jaw. Woolly Bully.
Woolly Bully, Woolly Bully, Woolly Bully…..
Matty told Hattie; lets don’t take no chance……
Lets not be L Seven. Come and learn to dance……..
Woolly Bully, Woolly Bully…..
Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully……..
Watch it now, Watch it, Watch it…………..
A little Saxaphone medley…….Matty told Hattie; its the thing to do…………..
Get you someone really, to pull the wool with you………………….
Woolly Bully, Watch it now, watch it, watch it, You got it, you got it, you got it………
Observing this scene of fog rolling over the power transmitting station below Kentucky Dam at night got me to thinking. The only time I ever excelled in the classroom was taking night classes. Then I could not see out the windows. You see one glimpse out a window and my mind went there. A whole wide world to gaze upon and discover.
The power one has by being able to read the written word is tremendous. The power to understand what a person observes is as well. For most folks who live a full lifetime the majority of that life is spent outside formal or classroom education. Therefore it is imperative to take the responsibility to grow upon yourself.
My grandmother was my greatest mentor. She was a great reader as well as an outstanding observer of nature. Thankfully giving of her time to grace me with the blessings of both. Come Christmas time after I had moved far away a subscription to readers digest or national geographic would arrive. These gifts placing her wish for me to keep growing, to continue to keep learning about the world through words and images.
Grandmom envisioned me becoming a forest ranger or fire tower observer. Both occupations I feel she wished for herself. A lifetime factory worker for General Motors her visions for fulfillment lied elsewhere I believe.
The power of education and observation was stamped in me by this wonderful woman. The same way she stamped out parts to adorn automobiles day in and day out.
In a way I feel I am living in the fall of my life. That time when things are changing. The trees begin shedding and loosing their summer luster of green. It is a time of brilliant color. Then a fading leading to a period of rest through the winter. In hopes that a spring will revive things once again.
The road we travel through life is always changing. In the fall of life one must deal with medical issues that were never thought about in our younger days.
Traveling the roadway of life there can always be surprises. Things unexpected to deal with. We have been blessed with the presence of our granddaughter as her parents were away on a business trip. The “Little Woman” had one of those unexpected things that happen in life Saturday. She started having stomach pain. The pain increased rapidly. Our youngest daughter and her decided it might be appendicitis. As the evening came on they made a trip to the hospital and tests proved that they made a correct diagnosis. The appendix was removed mid-day Sunday.
This left me at home alone with granddaughter Harper. A delightful time shared. I was reminded how caring for a young one requires full time diligence. I must say that she behaved fabulously. At two years old you might think a child would not have an understanding and handle change. When we explained to her about Grammy going away it seemed as if she understood and Harper allowed for Grampy’s manly approach to caring for her. Never a pout or whimper did she produce. I find that amazing.
A lesson relearned for me I think. If a child can handle problems that affect the way their life goes, I suppose I can handle the fall of life. The lengthening of shadows offer opportunity to smile and appreciate. If I maintain an attitude that looks for those star bursts of brilliance as my time left on this planet dwindles. Along with the tough stuff will come those chances to shrill and giggle with surprise at the splendor of living. Harper taught me that………………