Title: Today and Yesterday Source:
Esso/Pacman/Cap'n Brandon URL Source:http://freedom4um.com Published:Apr 4, 2022 Author:Cap'n Brandon Post Date:2022-04-04 06:08:18 by Esso Keywords:None Views:168 Comments:2
TODAY:
YESTERDAY:
Poster Comment:
I was thinking about my Godson and his daughter. I love them both dearly. The Squirt is probably in 5th grade, Dad is keeping her at home remote to protect her and monitor her curriculum.
I'm also thinking about a gal, Pam, nickname Punk, that I spent fifteen years in every shithole we were sent to. I quit in 1995, the last time I saw Punk in 2006, she looked worse than my mother at 89 in 2014 when I had her put to sleep at hospice. Pam expired in 2008, she was 55 or I was 55 I don't remember. Punk was ten years older than me.
I dunno, then and now. What is right, what is wrong? Like Buddy says, "Is it falling apart, or is it falling together?" It's hard to tell.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
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Miles to go, indeed. I'm so fuckin' tired. My little horse McMurphy that I fed dewormer for a week because she was afraid of MDs My little horse, the nurse. - Esso