• a good day •

If I keep ‘keeping at it’,
and ‘moving forward’, bit by bit,
progress is bound to show.
I work a bit, and rest a bit,
and twice a day, I ‘walk’ the dogs.
I’ve seeded, and weeded,
and mixed mortar and moved stone.
Ideas are swirling in my head,
and I have a plan ‘percolating’,
of how to make something beautiful for someone.
It’s nearly at the ‘surface’.
I can feel it.
It feels like contentment.
It feels like confidence.
A good day, all in all.
~ Tim Burchfield
8/23/17

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• pod people •

Had a close family relative touting the argument for ‘moral equivalency’ between the ‘combatants’ of Charlottesville, who became irate when I scoffed at her statement that ‘both sides were equally culpable for the violence’, as if she were owed the respect due her position in the family, with a free pass to spout any Trumped up malarkey CliffsNoted direct from Limbaughland, Hannityville, and GlenBeckistan.
I’m sorry, but all opinions are not equal.
Last I checked, it wasn’t anti-racist counter-demonstrators who were to be found assembled in battle gear on the streets of Charlottesville, shouting racial epithets and wading into crowds of placard-carrying people wielding bats at bellies and clubs at heads. Last I heard, it wasn’t NeoNazis, or white supremacists being mowed down by vehicles in the streets, friend. You know who uses the argument of shifting blame to victims? Rapists. And those who defend rape. “She had it comin’.”
Huh, not in my house, pal.
There is no moral equivalency.
I can’t bring myself to hate the person, but I can damn’ well hate the speech.
You can believe any laughable nonsense you want, it’s your right to be wrong and to spew spurious invectives and blatant balderdash in front of me. I have a sense of humor like you wouldn’t believe, and a twisted sense of irony, so I’ll be okay. Of course, if you then see me looking at you like a ‘pod-person’ emerging from a cocoon of slimy repugnance, (Jim or Jane) well just know that I have ‘pegged’ you. Oh, snap, you did not just say that…something craven this way comes.
You can parade your naked ignorance all you like, sweetie, beat your drum, start a jingo-driven all brass band, it’s all one to me – but do me a favor, will you? Not in front of the dogs, okay?
~ Tim Burchfield
8/19/17

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• an equal opportunity assessor •

“When I’m out on the street,
regardless of age, race, creed, sexual orientation, size, gender, what-have-you,
I pretty much always use the same unbiased assessment,
with everyone I meet:
‘Human being, human being, human being, human being,
…asshole…
human being, human being, human being’.”
~ Tim Burchfield
8/3/17

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• the hitching tie •

Decided it would be remiss of me to send the boy into the world without knowing any knots, but he wasn’t interested (at all), so I decided, instead, to add to my own rope repertoire. I pretty much, already knew (more or less), all the ones in the Boy Scout Handbook, “Be prepared!” (The Boy Scout Motto) (Does my nerddom know no limits, eh? MmmmmmmmmmmNo. No signs of flagging enthusiasm to this day!)
What’s the old saying?
“Better to know a knot and not need it, than to need a knot, and not know it.”
(Try saying that, ten times, fast.)
(And, yes, I tried that one on the boy. Not impressed. Oh, well.)
But some knots are so purposeful and elegant and ‘job specific’, when you find one like that, that you simply must learn it. And found one, I have, and it’s a beaut: the ‘Hitching tie’!
Need to secure your canoe to a tree? It’s just the thing. Or to tie your stringer so’s your ‘catch’ doesn’t swim away? Ditto, compadre.
Remember, in the old westerns, when dusty cowpokes would tie their horses to a rail by the watering trough before sidling up to the saloon, and how the knot they used seemed to take no time at all? Yup, you guessed it, the ‘Hitching tie’!
It has even worked its way into our language. How about, “Wanna get ‘hitched’?” Or, “Hey babe, let’s tie the knot!” (Who could resist such an offer?) If not for for this lovely little knot, it’s likely you would have never heard these colorful sayings.
Hence, the ‘Hitching’ tie.
One simply must know this elegant little knot.
So easy to do, and, what’s more, it ‘comes out’, like a dream, too.
Got a piece of rope? A two-footer will do. Now, get along, and have a bit of fun. You can thank me later. I’m pretty sure you’ll want to.
~ Tim Burchfield
8/2/17
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• the role of a friend •

You are no friend, friend.
You only pretend to be a friend,
always with the passive aggression,
always with the snide retort.
Let me tell you about friends, friend.
Friends don’t hurt for fun,
or rip each other’s guts out for sport.
Friends don’t laugh at your pain,
enjoy your embarrassment,
exult in undermining your satisfaction,
poo-poo your gains,
remind you of your past failures,
and follies,
winnow out your weaknesses,
and worries,
all the more, to underscore.
A friend won’t hobble your confidence,
with the teasing jibe,
the unwarranted witticism,
the stinging barb,
the bad report.
That’s not the role of a friend, friend.
That’s what family is for.
~ Tim Burchfield
5/22/17

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