An Unassuming Writer

typewriter

ONE NEVER KNOWS WHAT WILL TRANSPIRE

Yesterday, during the writers’ meeting in La Junta, I sat unobserved in the corner, listening and taking copulas notes. Being shy and quiet is my nature.

I learned that I should use punctuation in my writing. I learned that a bullet isn’t used in place of an indent for a paragraph. I learned I have a spell checker. I learned margins are not one-inch. I learned I have a lot to learn if I want to become a writer.

The meeting ended on a grand note.

Pat Zabriskie jumped up from her chair and said, “I have to get going.” She then charged out the door. I picked up my note book, which was five pounds heavier than when I arrived at the meeting–heavy with the notes I had taken–and exited the building.

You can imagine my surprise! There on the sidewalk lay Pat on her back, her feet in the gutter, and her shoulders on the side walk. In my haste to help her, I almost tripped over a bicycle and 507 Florida grapefruits. Pat had her mind on something else when she exited the building. She didn’t see the teenager on a bicycle pulling a Red Flyer wagon loaded with grapefruit.

“Pat! Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes, I am. Now help me up before someone calls the cops.”

“Okay.” I said. “What happened?”

Pat got this cute smile on her face and said, “I didn’t see this young man and his bicycle and the Red Flyer wagon loaded with grapefruit. I jumped over the bicycle and my shoe lace caught on the handlebars of the bicycle.”

To make a long story very short, Pat wasn’t hurt. I understand her husband told her, “From now on always tie your shoes when you go to town.”
This account is the truth as I remember it.]

Oris, the truthful observer.

3 Bell Mule

3 Bell Mules

Have you ever wondered why they cut a mules tail in “bells”?

Back in the day…..the Army used mules in service.

A green mule had its tail shaved. By the time the mule was broke to pack, a ‘bell’ was trimmed in the tail. Once broke to drive, a second bell was added below the first. Broke to ride, a third tassel was trimmed below the second.

Thus, a three-bell mule was a well-schooled animal.

This way, when looking at a corral full of unknown mules, it was easy to identify which one to select for the job at hand!

Changes in the Wind…

oris george writer

You see it coming for miles. A wind storm that blows up the dirt, rolls in like it owns the place and flattens everything in its path.

Life is like that…

You get in the way, you’re a gonner. If you learn to roll with the dirt and the dust you can create quite a storm, while you’re out there, stirring up the land.

Had a talk with old Elmer last week and he said he’d weathered many a storm, but this one… This one nearly did him in.

But here he is, howling again when the moon rose across the river. Waiting for the next rabbit to chase, hoping for a meadowlark in the morning, and knowing the sun will come up again. For that is God’s promise, another day.. Another day.

If you’re looking for a story to read, you’ll find it here… In the days ahead, Oris will be back, writing again, telling stories, sharing his book, writing new thoughts and ideas, stirring up the storms…

There will be news again from the George Castle… Stay tuned.