It's All Wireless

I like to think I’m 

turning on the radio. 

like the old brown one 

we had at the farm, 

with the gold trim on 

the front and the grey 

knob that we twisted past

the static until we found 

either CJME or CKRM. 

It was usually to hear the 

news, the grain report or 

football or baseball game. 

On the weekend it was 

Howdy Doody. In the fall,  

before moving to town, 

the hockey season would 

start. Howie Meeker called 

the play. Were any of the 

curling matches broadcast? 

I don’t recall - maybe they 

weren’t as interesting to me.

Now it’s all wireless.

“I’m going to get myself one of those, um, 

movable computers ~ what do you call them….? 

Laptops! I am bad. I still call my radio a wireless,”

~ Katherine Parkinson, actress

One Gorgeous Knickknack!

The pink flamingo stands 

forever frozen in porcelain 

The beautiful bird has graced 

many a shelf since coming into 

my home in 1988, not aging a day.

even though now a senior citizen  

In and out of boxes, she travelled with 

me from Texas to British Columbia, 

and finally to Saskatchewan. 

Only the lily lost a tiny chip.

Because she doesn’t get to 

any ponds or lakes to clean 

and splash, it falls to me

to keep her plumage bright.

“She is pure Alice in Wonderland, and her appearance and demeanour 

 a nicely judged mix of the Red Queen and A Flamingo.”

~ Truman Capote

Winter

When the sky is so blue 

    it hurts your eyes

When the air is so cold 

    it burns your breath

When the snow fills the lace 

    of the trees

When the sun is so bright 

    it blinds you

It is winter.

“Nothing burns like the cold.”

~ George R.R. Martin,  A Game of Thrones