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:

pitchers tuck by buddy don: cuple of them pets

the year 2010 has bin bout the worst of my life in more ways than a bidy could count. i aint a'gone list em on a counta how i dont wonta dwell on that kinda thang. i druther thank bout good thangs, lack the way Kingsley n Miss Liberty made such good friends. Miss Liberty gits along with everbidy, but Kimono n Kingsley aint figgerd each other out yet.

heres them friends:



heres hopin nex year will be a bettern fer everbidy ... mayhap we all kin make better friends of our fates ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: tuther cat

ye mite could wonder whut gut me to makin entries agin. tiz purty simple. i am seein a psychotherapist, who lets call him Dr. L, n he thanks ifn i wuz to make a lil entry ever day, it mite could hep me git better. i half to add mitt, i have bin missin bloggin fer sum reason.

today i wonta innerduce Kimono, a cat whose mama musta bin a calico n whose daddy musta bin a tabby. shes gut a lil of both colors, witch makes her rite nice.

heres a pitcher of her on a emery cat we gut fer Miss Liberty, who she never used it even once, but Kimono tuck it fer her place n lacks to sleep on it durin the day:





thankee to all that have bin so kind as to make a lil commint, witch that wood mean Geekman n bile.

pitchers tuck by buddy don: them cats

i promissd yesterdy that i wood putt up a cuple pitchers of them other critters besides Kingsley that lives with us. furst up is a verr speshul yung lady name of Miss Liberty. we gut her frum the Liberty Harbor Animal Shelter, witch miz bd tuck it into her hed that ifn we had us a cat, mayhap Kingsley wood have a lil more innerestin life. he wuz born in a puppy mill in South Carolina n saved by a verr fine yung lady, who she wuz drivin by a kill shelter when she deecided to check fer inny dogs n found thay wuz 17 of em waitin to be "putt down." she saved em one n all, n Kingsley wuz our lottery winnins as a reesult. we call ourself rescuin him, but he is the one doin the rescuin.

Miss Liberty wuz a cat name of Ovid whenever she pickt me out as i wuz walkin thru the cattery at Liberty Harbor. caint say how she dun it, but out of a room full of nigh on to 200 cats, she reached out her lil paw n tuck my hart. dint even see no other cat that time n sed i wood take Ovid. turnt out Ovid was not a male, as they wuz a'thankin, but the most preschuss lil female ye ever seen. Kingsley made miz bd his person, as twere, n he couldnt have pickt a bettern since thay aint no bettern her. but Miss Liberty deecided i wood be hern, witch she follers me round lack a lil ducklin.

Aint she purty?





bein as how i aint bin up to doin much of nuthin, even takin pitchers, i will save pitchers of tuther cat, Kimono, fer a nuther day (i am a'hopin twill be tomorrow). thankee to Tennessee Jed fer his commint!

pitchers tuck by buddy don: pets to the rescue

sorry i aint writ nuthin fer so long. aint felt much lack doin innythang, cant take much of this here keybird, but i figgerd i wood try to show ye pitchers of the newest members of the family, Kingsley, Miss Liberty and Kimono.

we gut Kingsley fer therapy one week after my 58th birthdy, witch he wuz a rescue, who he is a'rescuin us (or trine hard as he kin). he is spozedly a chiweenie, witch ye kin deecide that fer yer ownself ifn ye wonta, so heres a cuple pitchers:





we gut us a cuple cats also, but my left eye is dun achin frum lookin at this here cumputer screen. so Miss Libertys n Kimonos pitchers will have to wait fer a nuther day. i will try to post a cuple pitchers of them wunderfull lil critters soon.

pitchers tuck by buddy don: big leaf of life

Holes

The big leaf of life,
Filled with holes for migraineurs,
Huge missing pieces
Of memories, histories,
Is precious for each cruel flaw.

pitchers tuck by buddy don: back to that thar garden agin

pitchers tuck by buddy don: my favert pitcher frum them firewurks

after a while, all them firewurks pitchers gits to looking the same, but thays one that kindly stands out fer me, witch i kindly look lack a huge bow-kay of flowers ... click on it to see it big ...



ifn ye wonta see all them pitchers i tuck of the macys fourth of july firewurks display, click this here lank.

pitchers tuck by buddy don: more firewurks

i aint had time to process all them pitchers i tuck, but heres a cuple more ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: firewurks over the hudson

mayhap ye dun red that this year that thar macys july 4th firewurks show wuz helt on the hudson river, witch that made it rite simple to git us a spot whar we could see em n even take a pitcher or two or 6 hunnert. miz bd went out to git a bench round 3 pm. i cooked up sum vittles -- sum gwawkamolee, pizza n lemon meringue pie -- n twuz easy a nuff to take out the gwawkamolee n sum chips fer folks to eat n then the pizza, witch ye caint hardly magine how them other folks wuz a'lookin at our eats n wishin they had thunk of the same thang.

innywho, heres a few pitchers of them amazin firewurks, witch thay aint no way to splain how amazing they wuz, all the thangs they creeated up thar in the air, lil critters or faces or flowers that wuz up thar fer a instunt n then gone. n taint possibull to catch em ... but that dint stop me frum trine ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: creatchurs of habit

a sayin i lack to live by is thisn:

habits: easy to make, hard to brake
gooduns make ye, baduns brake ye

i try to cuntrol my habits as much as i kin, even trine to reeplace a badun with a goodun ever now n agin. mosly, i am stuck with my baduns (hard to brake) n try to keep my gooduns a'goin.

on saturdy me n miz bd went over to one of our favert places in man hattan, witch tiz a book store name of kinokuniya. whenever we gut thar, we notissd that they had that thar internashunull immigrunts day parade a'goin on n whenever we gut thar, twuz the tail end of it with vietnam agin. heres a cuple pitchers to proov it ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: good year fer them roses

tuther week me n miz bd tuck ourself over to the brooklyn botanick garden on a counta twuz time fer them roses to be at thar peak, witch they wuz.

twuz a verr odd day fer us in a way on a counta how even tho i wuz mindin my own bizness n keepin rite close to miz bd, on three differnt occashuns women cum up to me as ifn she wudnt even thar. furstn wuz in the subway whilst we wuz a'waitin fer the train, but i dint hardly notiss.

secunt one wuz on the train, a purty yung woman with a east europeon ackcent who wonted to ast me questchuns bout my camra, cummin to sit at my side even tho miz bd wuz sittin rite thar on tuther side!

lucky fer me miz bd aint the jellus type on a counta later on, whenever we wuz in the rose garden takin pitchers, a group of four women cum up to me n ast wuz i takin pitchers of roses that wudnt purrfeck? looked to me lack these ladies mite coulda cum frum japan or china or korea, witch i caint tell the differnts tho i gut a korean friend who sez he kin tell nine times outta ten. innywho, it tole em i lacked to git pitchers that showed jes how fleetin the beeyooty of them roses is, meanin a pitcher that shows one thats dun on the deecline, one thats jes bout reddy to bloom, n one thats purty much as good as twill git.

them ladies laffd n ast could i take thar pitcher on a counta they wuz jes lack them roses, with one bout to bloom, one in bloom, n a cuple that wuz ... then they laffd agin. thang wuz, as they wuz walkin round to whar they wonted thar pitcher tuck, one of em eggsplaind that a nuthern had cancer n dint have long to live. twuz odd that ye couldnt tell witchn twuz on a counta thay wuz all smilin n flirtin n havin em a real good time. ifn i had been a lil quicker on the uptake, mayhap i wooda tuck a pitcher of em. but i dint.

i did git the pitcher that led em to astin whut kinda pitchers i wuz takin, witch here tiz ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: refleckshuns in a stretch limo

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: views frum the top

cuple thangs to say bout this here blog. miz bd gut me a doe mane name of wanderinghillbilly.com, so ye kin jes type that into yer browser ifn ye wonta visit! wudnt that nice of her? nuther thang ye mite wonta notiss is how i putt a lank up to whar ye kin see all them pitchers tuck by buddy don over on my smugmug site. caint figger why that didnt occur to me ere now, but thar ye go.

heres a few more frum le conte, witch ifn ye aint notissd, tiz one of my favert places, speshly this particular trail ... ye git sum nice views frum yer top, witch that means yer on the way down ...