FOWC with Fandango: Ashes

Are these the ashes from a restaurant. No, they are the ash trays from a golden oldie home. If you are lucky enough to reach the golden oldie age and have needed an ash tray most of your life, and survived, then what is the problem. If the cigarettes have not yet taken you as captive, then there is no danger I suppose. I remember my grandfather. He lived to the grand age of 90 and smoked all his life. I think he began as a school boy. Remember when cigarettes were not a dangerous past time, when it was something that the working men did with no problems, as proof of their masculinity. Grandad even rolled his own. He had never heard of a cigarette filter but just needed the paper (I think it was called Rizla) and expertly enclosed the tobacco in a neat role. He would prepare about ten cigarettes and smoke them and then would construct more afterwards. They were the ash filled days.

FOWC with Fandango: Ashes

RDP Wednesday: Concert

Street Musicians 22.09 (4)

My days of concert visits are over. Even my Mr. Swiss can no longer play his drums at an evening jazz session. You have to be fit and need energy to play the drums and not 75 and 83 years old. However, if the chance arrises to see our street musicians then I have happy. This band was playing on a Saturday Afternoon at our market place, and they were good.

RDP Wednesday: Concert

FOWC with Fandango: Precarious

I was on my way home,
Along the railway tracks
I was cruising in my scooter
Watching the ground for cracks

And then I hear a rumble
The train was on its way
So I stopped for a while,
I did not want to stray

The train was Venus by name
a bringer of love
I waited for it to pass
Not wanting a shove

It thundered on
It was not hilarious
I found the situation
Something quite precarious

FOWC with Fandango: Precarious

FOWC with Fandango: Sentence

This spider had signed its own death sentence, so I thought. There it was hovering on the ceiling in my bedroom of all places, next the the lamp. I got the longest duster I had and gave it a hit, but this spider was not to be had. It is not the spiders that disturb me, they hang around and do nothing else, but the mess they make with their threads everywhere. And so I aimed and it decided to postpone the death sentence and crawled into the lamp cover out of sight but not out of my mind. I will get it eventually, but probably not today. I really have nothing against spiders as long as they live where they belong and not in my bedroom.

FOWC with Fandango: Sentence

RDP Monday: Meander

My meandering days are over
I am no longer a rover
with wheelchair or a scooter
If you get in the way I have a hooter
Of course I have my walker
And I am a very good talker
So I stick to the straight and narrow
I do not need a wheelbarrow
I always find a way
But I have to stick to the day
I refuse to stay at home
So I turn the key and roam

RDP Monday: Meander