mizry of buddy don: missin this lil feller

i bin sick so much n so often that i aint seen this lil piece of my hart in nigh on to 8 munths. i shore do miss eem:

mizry of buddy don: these thangs never stop

twas my intenshun to post a lil sumthin ever day sos i could git this blog a'goin agin, but thangs dont always go the way ye wont em to. so i wuz up at 12:30 yesterdy, trine to cunvints myself that i wudnt havin no migraine when i wuz. whut depresshun i felt over gittin sick agin. (when i have good daze, i caint imagin thays still bad daze a'cummin.)

then my blessed lil miz bd pointed out that with the weather we wuz a'havin, twuz a purrfeck day fer a migraine. i hadnt notissd durin the sufferin. soons she tole me whut the cawz wuz, i felt a hole lot better, even tho i wuz still in pain n nauseous.

so heres hopin fer a better day today. i count blessins ever sangle day n dont never git to the end of em. n i pray fer the folks i luv to cum thru thar struggles.

i am a'prayin fer my yunger bruther brew these daze, who hes in the hospitull recuverin frum open-hart surgry. i count it as a blessin that i kin talk to eem on the fone each n ever day, sumtimes a cuple times. whutever trubles i have ever had seem small whenever i look a whut other folks is puttin up with.

dreams of buddy don: sumday

tiz my dream that sumday i will share this view ...




with this lil feller ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: rurnt

tuther day buck putt up a comment on a post i dun bout our furst grandson ezekiel. he ast:

I get the feeling that Ezekiel might be "rurnt"

Any truth to that? :-)

rurnt? that lil un aint hardly rurnt lessn ye mean even more spoilt than that proverbyall rotten apple that sent the hole barrel down to ruinayshun! n ifn he aint rurnt yet, tiz only proof that we gut us sum wurk yet to be dun.

i am shore buck wood be deelited to know that me n miz bd dun give lil ezekiel a cuple vols outfits fer his furst birthdy on a counta how taint never too soon to be thankin bout collidge! i wish i had a pitcher of eem a'wearin em, witch i hope to git one rite soon.

till then, ye will have to make do with these ...

furst, here he is showin how he alreddy knows how importunt it is to git the ball (n notiss the nice colors of that thar ball!) ...


here he is a'trine to wipe the smile offn lorettas face (taint lackly) ...


n finely, here he is takin a look at the cake his mama made fer eem, witch she made one that looks lack a rubber ducky!

pitchers tuck by buddy don: one year ago today

i have herd it sed that whenever ye start to git ole n notiss how most thangs in life is kindly a'gittin a lil wurses, along cums one of lifes gratest bonuses: a grandchild. one year ago today, me n miz bd n a slew of other folk was down at st vincents hospitull in the greenwich village waitin fer the arrival of a lil feller, witch we dint know till he wuz born whuther he wuz a'gone be a boy or a gurl.

this is the lil feller then:


n here is the same feller at his furst birthdy party, witch i hope he has at lease a hunderd more of em!

pitchers tuck by buddy don: ezekiel cuntinues his escape attempts

they say t he fruit dont fall far frum the tree, witch that means them kids is a'gone turn out a lot lack thar parnts. tiz the case with ezekiel on a counta hes jes lack tony whenever ye tell eem sumthin aint allowd. that then becums the verr thang he wood wonta do.

as menchunned yesterdy, ezekiel wonted to go outside. evertime he gut a'loose, thats whar he wood hed. heres sum pitchers of a attempt that wuz halted by miz bd closin the door.











finely, his daddy had to pick eem up! thats his mama in the background n as ye kin see, he still had his eye on the prize!

pitchers tuck by buddy don: ezekiels furst birthdy party

ezekiel wuz born one year ago on windsdy, but thay wuz a party up in westchester yesterdy, so me n miz bd wint, witch we woodnta missd it fer innythang. i aint even close to finishin them pitchers frum le conte, so ye kin jes magine how far behind i am with pitchers of the party! (n i aint even tride to look at sum pitchers tuck last week at the brooklyn botanick garden ... maybe sum day.)

but heres a few of the birthdy boy his ownself ...

furst, heres one with his ant loretta n grandma dolly ...


ezekiel has larnt eem two kinds of mobilty. witch his favert by far is the crawl ...


thang is, he aint a year ole yet, but he alreddy knows to go whar they tole eem he caint go, witch he hedded fer the door trine to go outside ever time he could git hisself outta the arms of all them that wonted to hold eem ... here he is a trine to git to that door ere sumbidy closes it or picks eem up ...


even when he wuz bein held back, he knew whar he wonted to go ...


folks wonted to see eem walk, but he dint much wonta comply with thar wishes. in sted, ever time they putt eem on his feet, he started a'jumpin up n down. i gut this shot off ere he wuz a'jumpin too much to catch ...


as ye mite magine, thays a slew of pitchers yet to be posted ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: nuthern frum le conte

seems lack i bin trine to ketch my own tail ever since gittin back frum vacayshun. i gut to be at wurk early today sos i kin brush up fer a presentauyshun to our global team, so i wont have much time to do innythang moren post a nuther pitcher frum le conte, witch as anne johnson sed in a comment, 'Ain't the mountains wunnerful fer bein bettern art?' tiz a fack, ma'am!

'vacayshuns' of buddy don: ruff grate mothers tour of 2009

me n miz bd lacks to take whut we call the grate mothers tour of whutever year it is that we git a chants to go visit our mothers, mine in tennessee, hern in ohio. we generly rent a car n drive to one place or tuther n then home, witch this year we had a lil stop in washingtun deecee that miz bd had to make on a counta she is lobbyin our jr senator to do the rat thang with respeck to the unitin amurkin famblies ack.

well, thangs couldnt have gone hardly no wurser than they dun. my mama had to go to the hospitull on the secunt day we were thar, had to have hart surgry the forth day n dint git out of the hospitull till the fifth day, witch by then we needed to git on to ohio. i am deelited to say she seems to have cum thru the surgry purty good (taint that easy to tell, but we are hopefull n thangs aint gut no wurser since).

but thay wuz sum good moments, speshly climbin mt le conte, witch we wuz a'doin that whenever mama was a'goin to the hospitull. whut a sprize to leave in the mornin with her a'doin jes fine n then to cum home to find eli thar splainin how she wuz back in the hospitull agin.

but heres one of a bout a thousund pitchers i tuck of our hike up the mountain ...

waka of budouadana: Gratitude

Gratitude

Our parents give us
Life, care and independence,
Proving selfless love,
For which they ask for nothing
But a child’s pure gratitude.

vacayshuns of buddy don: the grate mothers tour of 2009

in case ye git to wundern whuther i have dun dropped offn this here worl, dont wurry nun: me n miz bd is a'gone git on the rode later on today sos we kin visit with our kin in the grate states of tennessee n ohio. we kin hardly wait to see em! miz bd is a'gone brang a laptop cumputer she gut, so mayhap i will git the chants to post a pitcher or sumthin.

our dream fer the trip is to git sum good a nuff wether to climb mt le conte agin. n thays a cuple graves we wood lack to honor.

we orta be back in a cuple weeks ...


yall take keer now!

pitchers tuck by buddy don: lucky shot

tuther week (or munth) me n miz bd gut to go to a party fer my grate neffyew (n he is a grate lil feller!). durin the celebrayshun, i tuck a pitcher in a meer that turnt out magickull ...



in that thar pitcher ye kin see ezekiel n my grate neffyew liam n his grandpa n tony n pitchers of sum of the fambly thats no longer with us n sum that is. twuz a lucky shot. tiz proof that ye orta take as minny pitchers as ye kin ifn ye wonta git a goodun. i tuck over 700 of em that day ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: yunguns

thay wuz a big birthdy party this weekend fer my great nefyew liam, witch twuz his secunt birthdy. turnt out that most everybidy cum, including ezekiel, so heres a few pitchers of them yunguns ...

heres the birthdy boy offerin a carrot to his Grandie...


here he is eatin one of his favert thangs, witch he calls em 'matoes' ...


mayhap this shirt wuz the birthdy boys favert new gift, witch he wuz showin it off rite away ...


corse, ezekiel wuz thar n doin all his latest tricks, witch he has dun larnt how to stand up long as he kin hold onto sumthin ...


he wuz also fassinated by the ceilin fan, witch he hattent never seen one befor...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: Mr. Dienstbier

ye dun herd how a pitcher is wurth a thousund wurds ... thisn purty much gives ye a lil insight into miz bd ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: whut a dad my son turnt out to be

tiz easy to wurry bout the nex generayshun when one of em is yourn. ye caint hep but hope them yunguns will grow up to be able to take keer of tharself n even to brang up sum yunguns of thar own.

thangs turnt out purty good on that frunt ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: gimme that thar camra, granddaddy!

pitchers tuck by buddy don: fergive my obsesshun

but i caint hardly git a nuff of these pitchers of lil ezekiel, so heres a few more, witch he wont crawl but tries to walk, doin a purrfeck 'downward facin dog' fer them amung ye that knows yer yoga, n he knows his legs is good fer sumthin, so whenever ye putt em on the ground, he cummences to jump up n down (long as yer holdin im).

after jumpin, he lacks to look at his granny, witch that wood be mz bd ...


he also lacks to investigate thangs, such as miz bds necklace


the necklace has bin sumthin of a good luck charm fer us, so mz bd splaind that n purty soon he wuz sayin 'good luck', witch dint nobidy else here eem say it ceptn fer mz bd n me (thonly other thang he has sed yet is 'da da da'). mz bd splaind that we dont eat our good luck, but ezekiel dint cumpleatly agree ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: lil ezekiel at two months

tiz oft sed that a child changes rite befor yer verr eyes. tiz even more dramatick ifn ye dont see the child moren once a week, even less ifn yer havin migraines (mine lacks to cum on saturdy mornin most of all).

innywho, yesterdy wuz the last chants fer jack to meet ezekiel ere he gits on the plane fer prague, witch he will do that this evenin. so twuz that all wuz gatherd over at isaiahs, witch by everbidy i mean jack, loretta n paddy.

heres a pitcher of the lil feller in paddys arms, witch he luvs the camera n aint skeerd of nobidy a'holdin im, mayaph on a counta i wuz takin his pitcher before he wuz one hour ole n that day everbidy n thar bruther had to hold im fer a bit.



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pitchers tuck by buddy don: everbidy luvs a newborn

it tuck long a nuff. sarah, the poor mother, wuz in labor fer over 30 hours. the idee wuz to have the child at home in a natcherul settin, but twernt to be. lil ezekiel wuz in a posterior posishun, witch that made it near impossibull fer im to cum out on his own. after a day n a nite of hard labor (easy fer me to say), the parnts n midwife wint on down to st vincents hospital on 12th street in the west village. they kept at trine to git the child to cum natcherul, but still wernt to be. finely they deecided twood be a c-seckshun, witch after that twernt long till the midwife cum n tole us that sarah had deeliverd a baby boy at 12:22 pm. he wuz 22 inches long n weighd 8.6 pounds.

n frum a cumpletely 100 percent objecktive point of vue, he turnt out to be one of the purtiest n mos purrfeck babies ever bornd!

heres proof, sum pitchers of lil ezekiel (nobidy gits thar rite name on this here blog lessn thays alreddy famus) ...







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dreamin of buddy don: seein the ded in dreams

lack inny big fambly, ifn yer lucky a nuff to live as long as i dun, yer lackly to outlive sum of them thats near n dear to ye. afterds ye suffer frum not seein em agin, lease not in this life n nobidy knows fer sartin bout the next life, ifn thay even is one.

innywho, last nite i dreamt of a verr close departed member of our fambly, witch to splain a bit about how it cum to be that she wuz in the dream, i half to eggsplain a bit bout how she cum to be ded long ere twuz time fer her to have died by natcherul causes.

i bleeve i dun menchunned ('bragged' mite be the rite term fer it) how daddy wuz a marine corps ranger n then a speshul agent of the fbi. as a reesult, he made his livin fer a cuple decades a'carryin a gun. he wuz a sharpshooter n lacked to point out how them thats gut blue eyes is known to be better shots than folks with brown. i couldnt say whuther tiz true or not, but he wuz one damn good shooter.

but he tole us he dint wont us ever to have no guns, lease not till we wuz adults. twerent that he wuz agin the secunt amendmint to the constitushun, witch he figgerd everbidy has a rite to own a gun ifn thats thar choice. but frum all he knew n all he had larnt frum wurkin in the law enforcin bizness, ownin a gun only makes it that much more lackly that ye will git shot with a gun.

i have dug up the statisticks befor n wont bore ye with em now, but sum of the thangs he pointed out wuz how them that owns guns gits hurt by guns three times as often as those that dont own em. he also sed that them that has guns to perteck themselves has thar own guns used agin em by the evildoers as often as not (his point is that folks that cums to do harm kin pull triggers much quickern them that gits a gun jes in case). he also lacked to claim (i never tested it) that tiz much harder than ye thank to hit sumbidy n speshly to slow that persun down with a handgun in a tite space ere that persun takes the gun frum ye.

whuther them claims is all true or not, i aint a'gone try to deefend rite now. but tuther thang he pointed out has proved true at lease two times too minny, n that is how a gun aint no deefense agin suicide with a gun n that suicide with a gun is by far the mos successful method.

it dont take much maginayshun to know that i dreamt of a persun who had tuck a handgun down into the woods, smoked the last of a pack of cigarettes n then stuck the barrel of that gun into her mouth n pullt on the trigger, takin her out of this life at the age of 33. that wuz nigh on to 15 years ago.

last nite i had my furst dream bout her. oh how it made me ache to see her after all this time. how it hurt to thank whut a waste twuz fer that sangle trigger pull to have tuck such a lovely and wonderful persun frum us ferever.

in the dream, we wuz in a car. the ded wuz sittin in the frunt passenger seat with me in the back n sumbidy i couldnt see a'drivin. i spoke to the ded, a'tellin her how nice twuz to see her agin. i ast her how thangs wuz with her now. the driver (i couldnt never figger who he wuz) sed she couldnt say nuthin. that seemed to hurt moren innythang. i putt my hand on hern n looked into her huge gray eyes, seein tears thru my own tears, n she putt her hand on mine. twuz a moment to cherish, even ifn twuz only a dream.

corse thats the problem. tiz all thats left us, dreams that mite or mite not cum, memries that grow dimmer in times deepenin twilite.

twudnt three years later till we had a nuther suicide by gun in the fambly, witch them thangs dont never git no easier. thisn wuz fer my nephew.

i member cummin home fer that secunt funeral.

i knocked on the door n daddy anserd. fer the furst time in my life, i wuz biggern he wuz. he wuz defeated. i could see it. one of the last thangs we dun together wuz watch tennessee git whipped by florida, fallin behind by 35-0 with 10 minutes left in the secunt quarter. peyton fought hard to brang em back, gittin the score to sound respecktabull at 35-29.

but twuz such a sad thang to sit thru together. not on a counta tennessee losin. whut hurt so much wuz how daddy dint keer no more. two munths later he wuz ded his own self.

thay wudnt no bullet in his bidy, but after losin a daughter and his grandson to suicide (them guns wuz terrbull deefense agin that), he mite swell have been shot in the hart.

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