All my poems, etc., part 2

If you are coming to this late, and seeing a lot of things that I call Facebook Poems, there is a reason/excuse. About mid-June, I hadn't posted anything anywhere, nor texted anyone, and I don't like to talk on the phone ... so I decided that, when I can, which is almost every day unless the internet is down or I am out of town and do not have access, that one of the first times I'll do each day is write something - usually a poem - on Facebook. I label it simply "Facebook poems", though they cover a lot of subjects. I am labeling THIS note with all the labels I have used. That way, if you click on some label/subject that you think you might find interesting, everything I've labeled as such will show up on this blog. Thanks for reading what I write. I hope that you get a smile, or a laugh, or some encouragement, or that they make you think, etc. Feel free to comment on things I write, too. Thanks. (I am having to post this twice so as to show all the labels that I've made!)

PICNIC!

Even though the weather wasn't warm, it was tolerable, and Bill & Ziggy, who attend worship where I go, had their annual picnic. They live about 30 miles away, on several acres that is part of her family's property from years ago. During the hayride (one of the other men drove the tractor that pulled a low, flat-bed trailer with hay bales down the middle for seats), Bill narrated that the old Georgia Road ran through the property, what was a wagon trail years ago to Rome, Georgia.

There is a spring-fed lake there, and Bill said the water is about 13' deep by the dam. They have sold most of their cows, but still have 5 cows and 1 bull. They have a big nice house, with a porch on opposite sides, and a big 2-car attached garage, with a big paved area. They set up tables and benches and chairs, a gas grill (Steve, the preacher, was grill master, with hamburgers and hot dogs). There was also a place for marshmallow roasting, and a couple of other "heaters" that burned charcoal or wood. Everyone took food. There were already swing sets for the children (which their grandkids play on of course). And it was announced that there were about 70 people there, and were from 4 congregations of the church of Christ.

People came and went from about 11:30 until about 4:00. And of course if you come away hungry, it's your own fault! I rode with 3 other ladies.

Thanks to Joyce for the ride, and to sweet Christians Bill & Ziggy for doing that.

And tomorrow (Sunday) through Wednesday is our gospel meeting. Some call it a revival, and isn't that what it should be?

HOLIDAYS & REUNIONS

I wish I could choose my relatives like I can choose my friends.
I don’t like drunks or smokers, or loud-mouths or phony grins.
I don’t like anyone nosy. I don’t like opinionated bores.
I don’t like being “preached” to, making me dash for the door.
Some are talkaholics. They can’t stand any “dead air”.
Others sit aloof, mutely, so you hardly know they are there.
Someone is usually a bully. Someone’s “pet” winks to have her way.
That fits adults as well as children, who are used to having their say.
One wants to watch a ballgame. Another wants to watch a “soap”.
One starts to play the piano. Another calls someone a dope.
Someone moans of arthritis. Politics causes a fight.
Another begs for money. I just beg for some quiet!
Someone insists on bringing a puppy. Another brings a toddler who whines.
Someone’s language is salty with cursing. It takes effort to have a good time.
At least there’s only a few holidays, and reunions where everyone comes.
There’s food enough for an army. You eat ‘til your body goes numb.
Sometimes it’s hard to be civil when with family, you are forced to attend.
Dear God, help me love my relatives, like I really do love my friends.

- by Netagene, written in a few minutes, November 23, 2009. This is a compilation of a co-worker's and my thoughts about some family get-togethers! -