Cedar City, Festival City, Festive, feast, yummmy, and Howdy. Tom

Been on this site almost two days and I ain't even married yet...WHAT'S WITH THAT?

Bein' outdoors is my gig, way out doors, way out in the outback of So. Utah, doin' walk-about, OK, hobble about, among the pinions and junipers (them's trees, kinda big shrubs if yer in a real forest.

I write. I'm buildin' another shack, out back.

I'm a new widower after 50 years of delight.

I still run a chainsaw, cut big ole dead trees and turn 'em into firewood.

Livin' in the outback, 80 miles from town, in the winter, ye gotta have a shack, food, wood burner, water supply and lots of wood.

All I got to offer a gal is a dang good can do flow with life attitude humorized (is that a word).

Why yes, I do as matter of fact, thanks for asking.

I had a pet pig. But I got hungry.

I'm 73, but don't look a day older than 72, 11 months, 29 days, and all I get is teased by teens, or somewhere in that age group, give or take five minutes.

That's OK, I'm only on here lookin' for a friend (not askin' for a friend) lookin' for one on the wild side to go boondocking outbacking, walkabout in the wilds of southern utah. Yup, they're signin' up, comin' outta the woodwork and lining up.

Gooooood luck. tom

Life is a bunch of projects,
things to do until dead,
an endless potpourri
of hustle and hurry,
a do this, no,
do that instead.

I absolutely fathom
the secrets of this life.
It’s an endless array
of prodigious forays,
a nettling vexation
of strife.

And when a long day is over,
after all of my pain,
I go to bed tired,
having lost all my fire
then wake up and do it again.

I want breakfast, lunch and dinner,
and something between to do,
and then when I die,
I’ll give a high-five,
and rot in a plot near you.