T came over.
I am the default owner of a large back yard with 3 pecan tree's that drop tasty nuts like hand grenades. I mean...some days I sit here reading peacefully in Austin Texas and 'BAM!' a pecan hit's the roof or the windshield of my Beast parked behind a dummy locked gate or the neighbors roof or my roommates car windshield...back to T.
He was one of the first awesome 'Austintonians' that I met. 74, quadruple heart bypass, old and tired, but still kicking. In my opinion, his Character is of the finest and I spect he senses that in me too. He is not the first to know and stop by asking iffn they can ground score some pecans. I've always hated seeing good stuff go to waste (I was raised poor), but I'm not a cook. Sure, I can crack a few. Eat a few. But that's not the same as someone who wants to make a dish or a pecan pie.
One thing that puzzles me...there are 3 roommates in the front house. They don't know the neighbors. Me...I know the names of almost everybody whithen (sp?) 3 houses including the folk across the alley on another street. Day 2 living here, I went to do laundry a half a block away and Miranda (the 'Proprietress?' offered to dry my clothes for free. She didn't speak English, and my Spanish is limited to certain words only appropriate on a soccer field in the heat of battle, but still...I like people. Maybe that's why they like me.
I don't know.
What I do know is that I am avoiding paperwork.
Guess I'll catch Y'all on the flipside.
Please feel free to comment here as I would love the excuse of NOT dealing with paperwork, filing, and organizing!!!
Faithfully submitted
KK

From Rob the accordion man...

shutters pull dark into the room
a new year waits in the empty vestibule
whilst remnants of the old gather
as they would want to laugh
at any loss or despair,
shapes of distant days , damp nights
this then a season anew
those that know might say it was an epiphany
perhaps my questions had no answer
all that was left
was the husk of some shed tears,
so, it is but for me to converse with the naysayers
them from the bleachers who murmur soft,
that there is always something new
only, as their voices grow fainter
truth was,
my soul had loved the old
and pecans should not be eaten alone
for the seasons are a sharing thing.

KK, I read your blog re the Pecan tree and was reminded of a poem i wrote moons ago. It was written with a journey I made from one job within my unit to another. I found that working within a Hospital was very much akin to the life one has in the military, we get used to a niche but then circumstance changes so we adapt and warm to the new, whilst still wanting to retain what was, in part.