Archive for January 2014

~~ A Wintertime Heart ~~   6 comments


Her hair was black

And her eyes were blue

She was slender and tall

And beautiful too


I knew she was trouble

Right from the start

Cause I’m a summertime boy

And She had wintertime heart


She was cruising’ the boardwalk

Keepin’ time with the beat

And she knew that she had

Every eye on the street


I knew she was trouble

Right from the start

Cause I’m a summertime boy

And She had a wintertime heart


Walked by when I passed her

Didn’t give her a glance

Kept my eyes on the street

Didn’t give her a chance


I knew she was trouble

Right from the start

Cause I’m a summertime boy

And She had a wintertime heart


Paused at the corner

I was hopin’ we’d meet

When I looked there beside me

She was crossin’ the street


I knew she was trouble

Right from the start

Cause I’m a summertime boy

And She’s got a wintertime heart


Eyes met as we stood there

And I knew, wrong or right

The choice had been made

Who she’d chosen tonight


I knew she was trouble

Right from the start

Cause I’m a summertime boy

And She’s got a wintertime heart


But it was Springtime now





(My amateur effort at another song.  Pick your own genre and beat)


Advanced Education   12 comments


Yes, dear friends, I have at long last been awarded my PHD


It’s been a long hard pull and the work was, more often than not, just exhausting.  It all started with observations, samplings, composition, engineering, planning, and finally, but not least, the work.  The certificate was the culmination of years of work in a hazardous, demanding, mostly cold, hostile environment, but I have prevailed.


The Board of Regents

By virtue of the authority vested in it by law

And on the recommendation of its members,

Does hereby confer upon

Paul Barton

Who has satisfactorily completed the prescribed programs for

The degree of


In the study of   Snow Removal

With all the rights, privileges, and honors thereunto appertaining

This Twenty-Seventh day of January, Two Thousand Fourteen


This certificate is to verify that said above individual has , in the process of snow removal,

Has Piled it Higher and Deeper,

than anyone else in the neighborhood





Good Night Everybody !!!

Relaxin’   2 comments


When all is not quite as it seems
And problems come in unnumbered reams
Hands full of broken and shattered dreams
I leave it behind at the end of the day
And as the evening begins to tire
I dream of all my heart’s desires
And I find myself here by the fire



Good Night Everybody !







Posted January 22, 2014 by PapaBear in Experiences, Personal, Poetry

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2 1/2 Months Til Spring   8 comments

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Invierno en la casa de Pablo

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More artwork from the frost fairies           The thermometer reads -4 F

I feel like I’m living the movie “Groundhog’s Day”.  I wake up each morning and it’s sunny for a while.  I clear the driveway.  Then it becomes windy and cloudy, and after about 4p.m. it begins to snow.  I wake up the next morning and it’s sunny for a while……….

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This will be a coffee table when it’s finished                 Just finished – foot rest for the family room chair

Well, that’s all for tonight folks.  It’s time to finish reading my book and then drag my weary bones off to bed.  I’m so glad that Spring is only about 2 1/2 months away!!!  Where’s the beach???

Good Night Everybody !

Posted January 19, 2014 by PapaBear in Experiences, Humor, Personal, Photo, Prose

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January 17… Good Night Everybody   3 comments




The inkwell has run dry right now

And I’m doin’ other things.

Hammer, nails, stain and brush

Also make my heart sing

So now I’ll take a little break

Whilst I finish up these chores

And wander to some other place

Until I think of more…

Things to write.




May your troubles only be as worrisome as your happiest dreams




Posted January 17, 2014 by PapaBear in Personal, Poetry

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~More Footprints…~   2 comments




He rolled sleepily out of bed and trudged down the hallway to turn up the heat on the thermostat.  It was cold in the house.  It always was this time of morning, this time of year.  He turned the heat down every night, thinking to save on his utility bill.  Crawling lazily back into the warm bed, he waited for the heat to make the house bearable and closed his eyes.

Footprints…, they kept appearing in his thoughts, in his dreams.  What was the connection?  What did they mean…, and what about those strange dreams?  With a big sigh, he opened his eyes again, rolled out of bed and methodically started another day.  Make the bed, shower, shave, brush teeth, comb hair, get dressed and get out the door…, oh, and let’s not forget coffee.  He couldn’t face the day without at least one cup.  All in 30 minutes?  Impossible?  Not for him.  It had been his routine since he was in the military.  Back then revelie had been at 5:30 – hit the deck running, and be ready for inspection by 6:a.m.  In those habits he had changed little over the years. Enough reverie about revelie…, time to grab some coffee and get to work!

On his drive into the city, he usually had listened to a radio news station to get a glimpse of what had happened around the world and any local news but today he had tuned to a music station, a country music station, totally unusual for him.  He was lost in thoughts and melody when she suddenly appeared right in front of the car, too close for him to have a chance to stop, but he slammed on the brakes anyway, skidding the car sideways in the road.  There had been no sound of impact or anything to indicate he had hit anyone, or anything but he was still shaken and heart was pounding as he got out of the car.  A quick examination showed no damage to the car anywhere, only skid marks on the road where he had braked and skid.  Everything looked weirdly alright…, until he walked in front of the car and saw them – footprints…, wet footprints leading out to the middle of the road and then disappearing.  He crawled back into the car and pulled to the side of the road, suddenly feeling drained, almost sick.  What in the hell is it with these footprints ?  Just then a song came on the radio, by a singer he’d never heard before, a song he’d never heard before.


Footprints in the sand, footprints in my heart

Don’t you understand, I was yours right from the start

I will keep on trying…, crying…, trying

Til I reach that place where your love is lying

Waiting there for me to hold again.

As the song ended the DJ announced…, “This dedication went out for the guy sitting along State Line Road from the ‘Fallen Angel’, folks”.   He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.  Wait!  I’m sitting on State Line Road !  I just really don’t need this.  Fallen Angel…, what does that mean?  Who is that?  He put the car in gear and continued to work.  With the events of the morning, the rest of the day became a muddled confusion.


…….(to be continued)




Smile !   5 comments

Life’s getting too serious around here so I thought I’d lighten it up a bit. 



Two elderly gentlemen from a retirement center were sitting on a bench under a tree when one turns to the other and says: ‘Slim, I’m 83 years old now and I’m just full of aches and pains. I know you’re about my age. How do you feel?’
Slim says, ‘I feel just like a newborn baby.’
‘Really!? Like a newborn baby!?’
‘Yep. No hair, no teeth, and I think I just wet my pants.’


Morris, an 82 year-old man, went to the doctor to get a physical.
A few days later, the doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm.
A couple of days later, the doctor spoke to Morris and said, ‘You’re really doing great, aren’t you?’
Morris replied, ‘Just doing what you said, Doc: ‘Get a hot mamma and be cheerful.”
The doctor replied, “Morris, I said, ‘You’ve got a heart murmur; be careful”.


Think about it…., we’re all going to get there sooner or later.  I think I’ve been there a couple of times already, but I keep forgetting where it was !!!


Posted January 9, 2014 by PapaBear in Humor, Prose, Uncategorized

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