I can’t forget but I can’t remember what – December 7, 2011

Middling cold here and I’m trying to thaw some water for the cats and chickens, along with thawing my fingers enough to type.

There was something I was supposed to remember this morning but I can’t recall what it was even though I started the post and put that pic on it to remind me.  That, and a pic of the Toyota sitting out across the meadow.

Tora tora tora!


Maybe it will come to me later in the day.

Old Jules

13 responses to “I can’t forget but I can’t remember what – December 7, 2011

  1. My dad was being trained to fight the Japanese when the war ended. He ended up as a MP in the occupation army in Germany. To his dying day he refused to buy Japanese cars. Two years before he passed he purchased a Mazda Tribute otherwise known as a Ford Escape. I happily teased him about buying a Mazda while he steadfastly insisted it was a Ford in Mazda clothing. I don’t believe my father hated anyone. He just said that his training during the war prejudiced him. You have an interesting style Old Jules. Thanks.

  2. I’m sure we’ll all want to read more later, but in the meantime, a Leonard Cohen song is always a good way to start the day. Thanks. I’ve been feeling that way myself, lately.

  3. Sadly. Father fought in Germany. Father-in-law in Pacific. Thanks for remembering – they always worried nobody would.

    • Philosophermouse: Our fathers were all over the world at the time. You and I weren’t and it’s impossible to remember what didn’t happen to us. The whole ‘remember’ thing is generally confined to what we experience ourselves with us humans. Thanks for the visit. If something has happened to you in your life I hope it’s worth remembering. Gracias, Jules

  4. Don’t you hate that? Happens to me all the time. That and putting something somewhere so I’ll know where it is. At the time it is the most logical place to put it but the next day I can’t find it for love nor money.

    Its called old age!


  5. http://grooveshark.com/#/s/It+s+All+Over+Now+Baby+Blue/2vqET

    You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
    But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
    Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
    Crying like a fire in the sun
    Look out the saints are comin’ through
    And it’s all over now, Baby Blue

    The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
    Take what you have gathered from coincidence
    The empty-handed painter from your streets
    Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
    This sky, too, is folding under you
    And it’s all over now, Baby Blue

    All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
    All your reindeer armies, are all going home
    The lover who just walked out your door
    Has taken all his blankets from the floor
    The carpet, too, is moving under you
    And it’s all over now, Baby Blue

    Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
    Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you
    The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
    Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
    Strike another match, go start anew
    And it’s all over now, Baby Blue

  6. Thanks Jules. I couldn’t help but wonder how many would remember. My oldest brother served through nearly all of the war.

    The cold…put in frost free faucets to my hen house and duck & goose pens. It was so cold here the lines underground froze. If they thaw I will cover the shallow places where we weren’t able to put the line deep with about 8 inches of straw in hopes I have water the rest of the winter.

    Have a good one and maybe you will remember… Mary

  7. As long as you don’t forget your blog site…

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