DON'T FENCE ME IN

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze,
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don't fence me in.

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies.
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies,
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don't fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.
Ba boo ba ba boo.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.
No.
Poppa, don't you fence me in

Cole Porter, 1944

by example...

The love that I have watched over this past weekend has roots that reach so deep there is not a wind that could blow it away, nor a drought that could starve it from existence. Now I do realize that we all have perceptions of our own families that are biased one way or another, but watching my parents, and listening to their problems, reaffirms my belief in the very real commitment that two people can make (not easy/but possible). My dear father is well into his 90s. He is suffering from dementia, and a body that is in decline. My mother is a few years younger and has her own physical ailments, but these two people have weathered every storm (and there have been many), and they are still there for each other in whatever capacity that they have left. I see their lives and bodies shrinking, and their minds struggle not to fade to quickly. It is sad for me to know that I will be saying goodbye to these wonderful people. These two people have been my strength and anchor thru some of my darker moments, and they have been there for me. Never overbearing, but always supportive. In the days to come, I will have them close in my thoughts, and I pray that there is some message that I can give to them that will instill a feeling of peace, accomplishment, and satisfaction with what they have become.



Chapter 40. Dementia
A deterioration of intellectual function and other cognitive skills, leading to a decline in the ability to perform activities of daily living.

Dementia is characterized by cognitive decline that occurs with a normal state of consciousness and in the absence of other acute or subacute disorders that may cause reversible cognitive decline (eg, delirium, depression). Dementia is one of the most serious disorders affecting the elderly. The prevalence of dementia increases rapidly with age; it doubles every 5 years after age 60. Dementia affects only 1% of those aged 60 to 64 but 30 to 50% of those > 85. In the USA, about 4 to 5 million persons are affected, and dementia is the leading cause of institutionalization among the elderly. The prevalence among elderly nursing home residents is estimated to be 60 to 80%.

I'm just responding...

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The tale is about building bonds between people that are so pleasing and secure that our faces can not hide the peace that we find inside. Nesting under a star filled sky, two lovers are creating a new universe via the merging of their souls. We never think about such things when they happen, and seldom think of it after. The joining together, the mutual give and take, and the dropping of barriers that guard our most private inner beings does create a bond of sharing. Very special and personal. In some ways this also is related to the way that new relationships sometimes come away with differing perspectives after enjoying a night of passion. The guys (that's me) may think that was so good, getting layed (and she even said it was good, and I believed her). The ladies, more often than the men (I speculate), feel that sense of sharing, or giving something of themselves. I am not particularly sexist, but I do acknowledge certain differences of opinion between the sexes (when viewed as a group). Am I wrong about this? Who knows? and as long as no one ever reads the question, I am safe to assume what I wish.

Sunday...

My wonder is reflective... is self directed...

Judging by the people that I have met on line, and all of the bloggers (still a bit new for me), I do not think I am so very different. I guess being 50 something is a bit different (not worried about school), and not anal-izing the impending election (bet you already know how you will vote) is a bit different, and not trying to sell you something (just me) is a bit different... but we are all the same. We are existing in differing universes, with differing realities, and our portals and receptors are filled with differing data... but we are the same. When our time has come, and gone... we will continue to be the same.

OR NOT !

Now, I do know that we are different. I know that there is good and evil on the world. I know that there is love & hate, joy & sorrow, peace & war... I know that we are different. It is not my job to judge you, and I (we) only ask for acceptance. I know that we are different, but to think that one is better or worse than another is only an opinion, base upon our own experiences. The more differences that we can prove, the more that we prove...

we will continue to be the same!

I added part 2 (below),
and this is cool too:

Volcanocam

Mount St. Helens National Volcanic Monument

Saturday...

In deference to my friend, I deleted her last story. Now there is another... While I can, I will share...

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Now she tells me that there is more to come, so I will consider my next move. This is not love, but the stimulation is pleasant, and I do tease as well.

I have put in my nine hours (gratis), at the office... and I was planning on a night on the farm. On the way home I drove thru a MFing downpour, so I will watch the radar. I can think of few places (within a reasonable distance), that I would rather be, but it does get kind of depressing to be out alone... and wondering why. It is half four, so I will attempt to connect with the spirits... searching for inspiration, and satisfaction. Stay tuned.