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Odds and Ends No. 66

Waking in winter isn’t the same as
waking in the desert heat. Not cold
enough to turn on the heat.

Still too warm to wear layers like I
did in Indiana. In the winters here,
I transform into the tin man from

“The Wizard of Oz” sans oil can.
When I awake, I creak, I yawn, I
stretch, I ache, I squeak; I speak

like a seventy-eight on thirty-
three and a third. (If you don’t
remember vinyl records and

record players, you won’t get
that, e.g., normal speech at a
slower speed.) On the other hand,

if you laughed at that analogy,
you need to see a good Internist
like I do, whether you need one

or not. “Doc, why do I have such
and such?” I pay them to reply,
“You’re old.” (Reader, your time

will come!) Don’t worry. “Time
is on My Side” may have been a
cool song in its day; it just isn’t

true. Time is not on our side.
It was paperwork day today. Got
a mountain done. Writing wise,

I have a win-win of sorts. You
see I did NaNoWriMo for the
first time this year, which ended

on eleven thirty. I went into it
with half of my Vietnam book
written. And just over midway

through NaNo, I finished the
book. A win, sort of. I still had
to write about two thousand

words a day for about ten days
or so. Now what? I spent a few
days doing more thinking than

writing. My word count fell
drastically! The tin man was
critically wounded for the

fifty thousand word NaNo win.
But. Here is the but. I finished
the book I started. And (should

be in caps). AND, I started a
new book; a detective novel
circa 1940 in NYC. So, I didn’t

make the word count, but it
was a win-win if you ask me.
(Thanks, NaNoWriMo.)

As I sit here looking out my
window, it is dark. I turned on
the yellow pair of garage lights.

I should hear the sound of the
garage door going up shortly,
then I can start on dinner.

Meanwhile, in the days ahead
I’m in edit mode, finalizing my
book and selecting photos for

it. Then, publish a another
poetry book. Then, I’ll take a
closer look at Detective Sidney

James and his 1934 Buick
fighting crime in the winter of
1940 in NYC. Christmas is on

the way. Makes me think. A good
time of year to reflect about what
is on your side. It isn’t time; we’ve

already covered that. Christmas.
Hanukkah. What comes to mind?
Tis the season to be jolly and

remember, God is on your side.

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Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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