Curses...

That didn't last long...

I was sitting at the field waiting for practice when the call came in to the Shroomphone.  Someone was in need.  I found the nearest phone booth, changed into my caped avenger outfit and flew to the rescue.

Turns out they didn't need help.  They are just lazy.  Hey Shroom, I have some work that I'm getting paid to do and thought you may want to help me do it.

I do......for the last time.

I missed my workout.  My spirit is not in the shape I wish it to be.  But....at least I'm writing.

Here are some of the things I worked upon today...

Now to get it inspected.....

And I did this...

And last year I was doing this...

And I wrote this...

Brian’s 12^th Birthday Poem
Written by stu pidasso
19Mar2013

Usually when something is lost

Immediately, we know the cost

Of the thing or things we miss

Occasionally, though, it takes time

Like the slow build up of grime

On the neck of your brother, Chris

Sure, you shake your head in disgust

But I know, and you can trust,

Without y’all life would have no bliss

For now that Georgia has taken you two

I am left in Texas, sad and blue
And having you back would be my wish

So blow out your candles, Birthday Boy

I hope you get that wanted toy

But no matter know that you are missed.

Hug your brother, mom and dad

Know that thinking of you makes me glad

And you four will always be on my list

 

Of people I hope to see again

Like an old, long-lost, best friend

Who gets a fist bump, hug or kiss.

 

Back at work, too.  Another day, another dollar.

 

II

On your mark...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Another beginning is upon us.  Today is the first blank page in a 365 page book, let's write a good one.  I have never been good about making resolutions or keeping them when I've made them, but if I were going to make one for this year it would be to improve my devotion to my own mind, body and spirit.  I will try to read, write and plan more, as well as to think more before I speak or act.  I will try to focus more time and energy to being fitter.  I will strive to be happier and enjoy life each and every day, and try to spread some of that happiness to those around me who touch my life.

Therefore; a blog post, a walk and stretch session (accompanied by some good music), and some time spent with lost loved ones and communing in nature is in order.

But first, about this time last year (since I missed posting so much of last year) I was helping to work on one of mom's bathrooms...

 

I was working on my own house...

 

 

 

and I was enjoying seeing some of these friends around my house...

 

 



 

and I was writing this...

 

 

How Do I Feel

By stu pidasso

11Feb2013

 

I feel like 4:20 just rolled by.

like I'm soaring through the sky.

Barrel rolling through clouds of white,

sky blue backdrop, man that's tight.

I buzz the ground this early dawn,

so close I can smell the manicured lawn.

Loop the loop, ride the breeze,

chase the wind through some vitek trees.

A pass down through Zilker Park,

and spook a dog that begins to bark.

I bank around Rock Island, at last,

and head for home zephyr fast.

Alit on front room sofa seat,

pass that jazoint my wings are beat.

I power walked 1.1 miles in 17 minutes and 40 seconds.  Then I stretched for another twenty minutes.  the sunset was gorgeous and the weather was nice.  I need to keep walking until I get the urge to start jogging.

 

I 

 



And from the old, new...

Another glorious day is upon us, and what we do with it defines us.  I post one old and one new to help give a clue of who I am, how I am and who I strive to be.

Every month I try (and am usually successful) to send my lovely daughter money to help with school and bills.  I like to wrap her gift in poetry so that , maybe, she will be smiling when she cashes the checks (and because she's my daughter and deserves to smile).

But why stop with my daughter, I should be striving to hand out smiles to any and everyone on a daily basis.  It is a staunch reversal in the manner in which I used to hand out cries like they were hot cakes on a cold morning.

Please, have a smile on me.

 

 

 

I wrote all of these while sitting in the hospital on the seventh floor.  I knew I would be sending my daughter a check and therefore I wanted to write her smiles.  I had to ask the nurses at a nurse station for some paper, which they gave to me.  I sat, I wrote, I thought and I looked.  As I worked, in came un viejo caballero.  He was the real deal.  Rough leather skin on his neck and hands, dusty old boots on his feet, working pants and shirt coupled with his weathered cowboy hat painted an amazing picture.  At that point I started writing about him, and then started writing haikus in Spanish.  As I composed, a young Hispanic secretary came in the relax on break.  I asked her what a few words were in Spanish (heart...corazon and love amor) and she told me and commented that I must be writing a love letter to a girl friend.  When I explained to whom I was writing, she fawned about how I was the sweetest man she had ever met.  She asked for and read my haikus and we parted after she gave me her phone number (big smile here).  After I finished writing all but the last haiku, I wanted fresh paper to perfect my handwritten poems upon for sending.  Off to the nurses station I headed, but on my way there I ran into the same nurse who had given me the paper to begin.  We spoke, I asked for more paper and then she noticed my hand written Japanese Haiku (my daughter is taking Japanese this semester and Google Translator is AWE!SOME!).  She asked if they were hieroglyphics and I explained about the daughter and the Japanese and the checks and what not.  AGAIN, I got the "awwwww" factor and "how sweet" and a "I wish I had a man like that in my life" reaction.  We parted with an exchange of paper, a phone number and smiles.  Two women, two phone numbers and two smiles all for me being who I am and doing what I do.  And then I sat down and wrote the last haiku.  I am who I am.  I do what I do.  And I am happy in my own skin.  We all should be so lucky.

 

My Favorite Name

By stu pidasso

13August2013

I heard

That word

Again today

It made me grin

And almost cry

It’s the single thing

I’ve been called

Which I’ll cherish

Until I die

This title, my friends,

Means much more

Than any words

I have to say

But I’ll attempt

To use my words

To explain how

I felt today

For nothing in

This world, if you please

Will break a man

Down to his knees

As hearing a small voice

Chime with such rejoice

This simple, light,

Beloved moniker.

It is a label

Oft reserved

Easy to earn

And quite deserved

By any man

Who has taken time

To love and guide

A tiny mime

As I’ve been known

To be addressed

In several dozen ways

Once, it was brown berry

Most often

It’s plain old Jerry

And once it was

Johnny Meg

Still it’s Shroom

The hooker of doom

I was known as

Andrew Evan too

My pseudonym

Was Mr. Pidasso

Also known as Stu

I’ve even been called

Uncle Fatty

But my favorite

By a long shot

Is just the simple

 

Daddy

Brick by brick...

Last post of the year, and by far, too few this year.  I will resolve to do a better job of consistently posting my musings this next year.  So what do I have to say this late in the year?  WHAT A YEAR!!  Daughter and son are healthy and happy, mom is hanging in there, I am making progress in every facet of my life (except one).  The job is going well, the house is coming along, the fitness is on an upswing, the peace of mind is co-existing well amongst all of my many multiple personalities, and my writing is steady in production (if not quality).  But by far, the biggest news of the year......my twenty year old son is planning on moving here to live with me.  Already the new year is looking rosy.  Bring it on, 2014, bring it on!

 

 

The tornado in my head has subsided (holiday tornado), so the only thing left to do is to pick up the debris and make something better.