Twinkling lights of the mid-night sky, twinkling lights fill my eyes!.
It was the start of another poem filling the crevasses of my mind. Where these lyrical words find their beginning is
an interesting thing. Anything can trigger them. Whether it be the emptiness found in the lonesome heart, or the
joy of marriage and a brand new start. See what I mean! The start of another poem. Lonesome heart and all!
Some singers have great songs that come from their life experiences. Many of the best songs are from singers
who have fallen into the pit of drug abuse. So far they fall and so terrible is their experience in this pit that when
they sing about it we can not help but be touched by what they tell us. Yes, addiction is a terrible thing.
There are many things that one can be addicted too! Alcohol is a big one. Gambling is another. I know that I am
addicted to the outdoors for instance. It may not seem that this is such a bad addiction but it is. From September
through December all I think about is my next hunting trip. Where will I go? What do I need to take? So on and so
on. I believe that I am really addicted to the planning of the trip rather than the trip itself. Many times the planning
is much more full filling than the trip.
Daredevils are addicted to the adrenaline rush they get when their life's end is just a few feet away. Ever pushing
further to the edge for a bigger and bigger rush. Often going past the edge. Trying then to get back. Sometimes
it works and more often it does not.
Twinkling lights fill the mid-night sky, twinkling lights fill my eyes! The stars have always been the highlight of many
camping trips. The further from civilization a person gets the brighter the stars. Shooting stars are like the
daredevils of the sky. Trying to get through the Earth's atmosphere just to sample the life we have here, only to
burn up. But like their human counterparts, they give a great show. I suppose that it could be said that my
fascination with stars had gotten me into the trouble I now found myself in. Yes, a monstrous addiction has
befallen me.
Being that it is winter here or at least the start of winter, I had to find another avenue for my need to show off to
the neighbors. The lawn was just not cutting it. Still just a dirty greenish brown, and not impressive at all. The
garage is full and messy so I could not leave the doors open to show off my clean garage. I feel sorry for some of
my neighbors though, because they do not have very many possessions and thus have very neat and tidy garages.
(Hmm! I need to remember that line for the next time the High Commander suggests that I should clean up the
garage.) I on the other hand am rich in garage bound possessions.
Then it came to me! Thanksgiving was almost here and that presented an opportunity for me to show off.
Something I had never been able to do before. Oh I guess I could have done it before but it is just not the same to
do it to a home that you are just renting. Yes, this would be just the opportunity I was looking for. I had a lot to do
to get ready for Thanksgiving. I suppose that you are wondering what it is that I would be planning that is so
special. I guess that if that is the case then you have not been following the drift of this story.
Twinkling lights fill the mid-night sky, for twinkling lights to cover my house I must try. I was going to have the best
Christmas light display in my neighborhood. So good is this display going to be that no one would be willing to
even attempt to try and match me. The search for twinkling lights was commenced.
I bought box after box of lights each time I would pass a display. I could not stop myself. I was truly addicted. I
had flashing lights. Some had 16 different functions. I had clear lights and multi-colored lights. 70 light strings all
the way up to 300 light strings. I had lights that imitated icicles. There were lights that looked like a deer that
moved its head and some like Santa Claus on a big red sled.
At long last my money ran out and I had to stop. Well I had enough money left but there was no more room left in
the closet that had been designated "Christmas Central." The High Commander, already certain I had fallen off the
sled at altitude, would not let me start piling lights up in the living room. The only solution I could see was to get
the lights up on the house so that there would be more room in the closet. Because it was certain that there was
more to buy.
(This is where the story turns ugly. As you read further, you will see for yourself how far into the pit of addiction I
have fallen.)
For a long time, Bashoy Raub (large slave boy) & I had been planning to go and do some elk hunting. Conditions
were perfect for the hunt. A fresh snow had fallen and the air was cold. Ideal tracking conditions. The truck was
loaded and off we went. Although we did not see any elk that first morning many were shot near us and so we had
an excellent chance that afternoon and the next day of getting one. But so deep was my twinkling lights addiction
that I begged to go home and spend the next day putting up lights. Being that Bashoy Raub is just a slave he went
along with my request.
The next morning I was up at dawn raring to go. We had bought a new ladder to reach the lofty heights of our
two-story house. I started putting up the lights while Bashoy Raub cleaned the truck of its contents from the
previous days hunting. When it came time to put lights up in the highest points along the roof I called Bashoy
Raub. Up he went like a monkey climbing a tree. Not unlike a monkey he would hang from the roof by one hand
while deftly stringing the lights along the rain gutters. It was somewhere along here that I at last realized how far
down I had sunk. Each time Bashoy Raub would scrap his foot along the shingles it would make me look up in
anguish, certain that he was sliding off the edge to a certain death. It was hard on me looking up there in the air
watching him move along. I could not imagine how I was going to do all the things he normally would do if he were
injured.
Soon though he finished his task and came down. The front of the house was now covered with lights. Most of
which flashed or blinked. Bashoy Raub wondered out loud if all those blinking lights might cause any epileptics in
our neighborhood to have a seizure. It was something I had not thought about. I now owned something someone
might want and could sue me for. So warning signs were made and put up. Well not really but in today's world I
suppose I should.
Nightfall was desperately awaited. The minutes clicked by slowly. Neighbors anticipated and made arrangements
for the certain power drain in the area upon my throwing the switch. When the lights were turned on it was
something to see. I really did see neighbors at their windows staring in amazement at the utter wonder of the
winter wonderland I had created. There were some of the neighbors depressed because of the knowledge that
nothing they could do would look as good as our house.
I am now waiting for Thanksgiving evening so that I can turn the lights on each night.
There is more room in the closet now so I am afraid to go to a store that might sell lights. Although maybe the
neighbor next door might let me fix up their house with lights?
Got to go now! I hear the local department store has a sale on lights! Bye all!
It was the start of another poem filling the crevasses of my mind. Where these lyrical words find their beginning is
an interesting thing. Anything can trigger them. Whether it be the emptiness found in the lonesome heart, or the
joy of marriage and a brand new start. See what I mean! The start of another poem. Lonesome heart and all!
Some singers have great songs that come from their life experiences. Many of the best songs are from singers
who have fallen into the pit of drug abuse. So far they fall and so terrible is their experience in this pit that when
they sing about it we can not help but be touched by what they tell us. Yes, addiction is a terrible thing.
There are many things that one can be addicted too! Alcohol is a big one. Gambling is another. I know that I am
addicted to the outdoors for instance. It may not seem that this is such a bad addiction but it is. From September
through December all I think about is my next hunting trip. Where will I go? What do I need to take? So on and so
on. I believe that I am really addicted to the planning of the trip rather than the trip itself. Many times the planning
is much more full filling than the trip.
Daredevils are addicted to the adrenaline rush they get when their life's end is just a few feet away. Ever pushing
further to the edge for a bigger and bigger rush. Often going past the edge. Trying then to get back. Sometimes
it works and more often it does not.
Twinkling lights fill the mid-night sky, twinkling lights fill my eyes! The stars have always been the highlight of many
camping trips. The further from civilization a person gets the brighter the stars. Shooting stars are like the
daredevils of the sky. Trying to get through the Earth's atmosphere just to sample the life we have here, only to
burn up. But like their human counterparts, they give a great show. I suppose that it could be said that my
fascination with stars had gotten me into the trouble I now found myself in. Yes, a monstrous addiction has
befallen me.
Being that it is winter here or at least the start of winter, I had to find another avenue for my need to show off to
the neighbors. The lawn was just not cutting it. Still just a dirty greenish brown, and not impressive at all. The
garage is full and messy so I could not leave the doors open to show off my clean garage. I feel sorry for some of
my neighbors though, because they do not have very many possessions and thus have very neat and tidy garages.
(Hmm! I need to remember that line for the next time the High Commander suggests that I should clean up the
garage.) I on the other hand am rich in garage bound possessions.
Then it came to me! Thanksgiving was almost here and that presented an opportunity for me to show off.
Something I had never been able to do before. Oh I guess I could have done it before but it is just not the same to
do it to a home that you are just renting. Yes, this would be just the opportunity I was looking for. I had a lot to do
to get ready for Thanksgiving. I suppose that you are wondering what it is that I would be planning that is so
special. I guess that if that is the case then you have not been following the drift of this story.
Twinkling lights fill the mid-night sky, for twinkling lights to cover my house I must try. I was going to have the best
Christmas light display in my neighborhood. So good is this display going to be that no one would be willing to
even attempt to try and match me. The search for twinkling lights was commenced.
I bought box after box of lights each time I would pass a display. I could not stop myself. I was truly addicted. I
had flashing lights. Some had 16 different functions. I had clear lights and multi-colored lights. 70 light strings all
the way up to 300 light strings. I had lights that imitated icicles. There were lights that looked like a deer that
moved its head and some like Santa Claus on a big red sled.
At long last my money ran out and I had to stop. Well I had enough money left but there was no more room left in
the closet that had been designated "Christmas Central." The High Commander, already certain I had fallen off the
sled at altitude, would not let me start piling lights up in the living room. The only solution I could see was to get
the lights up on the house so that there would be more room in the closet. Because it was certain that there was
more to buy.
(This is where the story turns ugly. As you read further, you will see for yourself how far into the pit of addiction I
have fallen.)
For a long time, Bashoy Raub (large slave boy) & I had been planning to go and do some elk hunting. Conditions
were perfect for the hunt. A fresh snow had fallen and the air was cold. Ideal tracking conditions. The truck was
loaded and off we went. Although we did not see any elk that first morning many were shot near us and so we had
an excellent chance that afternoon and the next day of getting one. But so deep was my twinkling lights addiction
that I begged to go home and spend the next day putting up lights. Being that Bashoy Raub is just a slave he went
along with my request.
The next morning I was up at dawn raring to go. We had bought a new ladder to reach the lofty heights of our
two-story house. I started putting up the lights while Bashoy Raub cleaned the truck of its contents from the
previous days hunting. When it came time to put lights up in the highest points along the roof I called Bashoy
Raub. Up he went like a monkey climbing a tree. Not unlike a monkey he would hang from the roof by one hand
while deftly stringing the lights along the rain gutters. It was somewhere along here that I at last realized how far
down I had sunk. Each time Bashoy Raub would scrap his foot along the shingles it would make me look up in
anguish, certain that he was sliding off the edge to a certain death. It was hard on me looking up there in the air
watching him move along. I could not imagine how I was going to do all the things he normally would do if he were
injured.
Soon though he finished his task and came down. The front of the house was now covered with lights. Most of
which flashed or blinked. Bashoy Raub wondered out loud if all those blinking lights might cause any epileptics in
our neighborhood to have a seizure. It was something I had not thought about. I now owned something someone
might want and could sue me for. So warning signs were made and put up. Well not really but in today's world I
suppose I should.
Nightfall was desperately awaited. The minutes clicked by slowly. Neighbors anticipated and made arrangements
for the certain power drain in the area upon my throwing the switch. When the lights were turned on it was
something to see. I really did see neighbors at their windows staring in amazement at the utter wonder of the
winter wonderland I had created. There were some of the neighbors depressed because of the knowledge that
nothing they could do would look as good as our house.
I am now waiting for Thanksgiving evening so that I can turn the lights on each night.
There is more room in the closet now so I am afraid to go to a store that might sell lights. Although maybe the
neighbor next door might let me fix up their house with lights?
Got to go now! I hear the local department store has a sale on lights! Bye all!
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