Saturday, July 25, 2015

Saturday Comments

For my morning walk I walked a short distant on the railroad tracks

I thought as I walked along how when I was young I didn't consider any of the dangers around me that could harm me.  At that time I had all kinds of years left.  Now since I am old I am constantly thinking if I am putting myself in harms way.  At 71 I can count on both hands (hopefully) the years I have left and now I am worried about harm coming my way.  It is a bit late to worry.  Actually the harm seems to coming my way from my government which is dropping any pretense at morals or a standard.





Between the Delaware State Fair, Pony Penning and the United States Specialty Sports Association's World Series (USSSA) going on in Salisbury and around the area, there is not a motel room to be had.  A few people, who have friends and relatives coming into the area for family get-to-gathers have told me those people are camping out with family relatives this week and next as there are no motel rooms.   It is a great money maker for the area.



At night when sick folk wakeful lie,
I heard the dead coach passing by,
and heard it passing wild and fleet,
and knew my time was come not yet.


Click-clack, click-clack, the hoofs went past,
who takes the dead coach travels fast,
on and away through the wild night,
the dead must rest ere morning light.

If one might follow on its track
the coach and horses, midnight black,
within should sit a shape of doom
that beckons one and all to come.

God pity them to-night who wait
to hear the dead coach at their gate,
and him who hears, though sense be dim,
the mournful dead coach stop for him.

He shall go down with a still face,
and mount the steps and take his place,
the door be shut, the order said!
How fast the pace is with the dead!

Click-clack, click-clack, the hour is chill,
the dead coach climbs the distant hill.
Now, God, the Father of us all,
wipe Thou the widow’s tears that fall!


— 
The Dead Coach” by Katharine Tynan Hinkson (1861-1931)

The Delaware side of town has tax bills being sent out and they should hit us next week.



The Delmar water tower had work being done on it and inside of it.

The people doing it looked like they had been in a furnace the way the sweat was poring off them.



The painters finished up on the "Doctor's office" with a green trim
It looks good.  Some of that Democrat government money helped do it. 


My Phlox is in bloom and the bees love it.




The flea market in Laurel was busy today. 

A used furniture store has opened up at the flea market on the outside but under the covered section.  It is well packed . 








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