May Day

Another May Day on a lazy May 15. It’s hot, sunny, humid, and a summer day at Pease Elementary, Texas’ oldest elementary school. Students eagerly wait for Mrs. Cousins queue to sing, to dance, to let it all hang out one last time this school year. It’s the first celebration of May Day after Pease students have been carrying on the tradition for a century. Black and white pictures of well-dressed young boys and girls proudly weaving colored ribbons around the pole, hopeful of a bright future, shroud the halls of an old hallway, well painted over countless school years. Today—a special day. Final celebrations for Mrs. Beth Ellison, principle, leader, and friend to so many in the crowd. Children dancing, singing, weaving. Pole wrapped. I’m glad I am hear on my old steel framed steed. A moment in life captured, experienced. A final song sung to Beth. All children participated; teachers, and even the crowd sing. “My Wish for you,” a country song, sung at a once country school in past country days in Texas. I hope this life becomes all that you want it to Beth. As tears stream down, hands shoot up to sign the lyrics of the song. A sea of appreciation, love, and heart-felt emotion. One final ribbon is presented, everyone student has signed their name. Beth speaks, thanks, and cries. I feel the salt water drops weave through my beard hairs, high on emotion, on life. Wind sweeps through my helmet as I leave Pease and my mom the music teacher. Keep on keeping May Day alive mom.

It's really Not that hard

think about it this way;

Personal is okay and private is okay. deciding which one is best is, how should i say;

A choice

do i or don't i

thats the question, kind of

Personal or Private Space

The current discussion, is should this site be public or private? Do we censor our post knowing that anyone in the world could happen across this blog and read the history we record? Censor may be the wrong word, let's use filter. Second question, Do we all crave our own space... do we need our own space...? One thing is for certain we are creating this space.

"Up, up and away..."

While eating a monstrous breakfast burrito at Mi Madres on a crisp, sunny morning in Austin Texas the radio started playing...."Would you like a ride in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon. Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon."

I couldn't help but remember our magnificent days traveling from job to job in the ole' green Dodge singing our hearts out! Precious memories. Next time we are all together let's go find a grassy knoll and do a little cloud gazing. Hopefully our imaginations will unlock the myriads of funny shapes in the clouds we once saw a few decades ago. Who know we might even see a hot air balloon!

Take a ride today,
Cyrus

Northwest Paradise or Warm Sunny Paradise

Recently quoted by Sky Duck Pine:

"Oh, finally its spring time, oh, what's that, is that a flower, wow, there's a flower blooming, how wonderful, a single flower, isn't that so precious! It's been five months since I've seen any signs of nature's new life. Oh these seasons are so wonderful, its so great to wait so many long days and months just to see a flower bloom outside. Now I know how to appreciate a flower, oh majestic Northwest, you've taught me a great lesson: "I hide inside closed doors most of the year, so I can appreciate a beautiful flower blooming in the spring. Now I know the meaning of seasons"

Oh what fun, windy, rainy, and cold for a long time. Hey folks in the Great Northwest, have another nice year.

Big Wheel Single Speed's Response:

The sarcasm is so thick I could butter my toast with it. Well Sky Duck Pine...mister "tuck your tail and run for the Northwest as soon as it starts warming up in Texas," as soon as you have braved your first summer down here we'll talk. Until then keep smiling up at the rain!

Idea..

There are special moments thanks Dad.