My Love For You by Timothy Gerald Franklin Lawrence

My love for You
is bigger
than a shoe
The End

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Look after yourself...without health
you are of no use to anyone.

If I owned this company,
would I hire someone like me?


THREE Angels!

THREE Angels!
Angela, Ash & Janelle

Ab's ( REALLY GOOD) Joke of the WEEK!

A great example of Flawless Male logic
This is a conversation between a husband and his wife. Please note that she asks five or six questions which he answered quite simply; but, then she is speechless after answering only one question.

Woman: Do you drink beer?
Man: Yes.

Woman: How many beers a day?
Man: Usually about three.

Woman: How much do you pay per beer?
Man: $5.00 which includes a tip (this is where it gets scary!).

Woman: And how long have you been drinking?
Man: About 20 years, I suppose.

Woman: So a beer costs $5 and you have three beers a day which puts your spending each month at $450. In one year, that would be approximately $5400, correct?
Man: Sounds Correct.

Woman: If in 1 year you spend $5400, not accounting for inflation, over the past 20 years puts your spending at about $108,000, correct?
Man: Again, sounds about right.

Woman: Do you know that if you didn’t drink so much beer, that money could have been put in a step-up interest savings account and after accounting for compound interest for the past 20 years, you could have now bought an airplane?
Man: Could be true. Do you drink beer?

Woman: No.
Man: Where is your airplane?

for Kenneth Mayo

Hope AND SWIM !

When I fall into an ocean, I know with certainty


That I am wet and startled will at once be plain to me


But will I sink or will I swim...to the depths or to the shore?


Perhaps a log will come drifting by, or a boat out on a tour?


I could hope as I was sinking, but I’d still drop to the floor


And hoping would I be, for logs and tour boats evermore


So I think I’ll set my sights on land and give my legs a kick


And stroke though I am weary, my decision will I stick


While Hope sustains the helpless whose outlook is often dim


Hope also fuels the Faithful, giving Strength to those who swim


So even if I falter against this fearsome tide of health


The shores of my fulfillment rise beneath me in my stealth


I’m hopeful for the strength and the courage not to give in


I thank the Lord for Faith and my resolve to hope AND swim!


My prayers and God’s Blessings be with you my friend!

Timothy Lawrence

Abraham Stainer Esq.

Abraham Stainer Esq.
a.k.a. "Ab"

Tinker-Timmy & Friends

Tinker-Timmy & Friends
Jan'l. Angeela, Ash and Ab

Monday, January 19, 2009

Duty Calls - 23


Morning Friend,
It is perhaps best that you cannot see the grim set of my steely and "opaline-eyed" ( ala Dirk Pitt) features in front of the computer monitor this morning.
The source of my consternation is a telegram which arrived yesterday from the International Botanical Society of which I am a certified card and T-shirt holder, and "consultant at large".
I've been interested in plants and plant life since I was a fair-haired lad eating dirty carrots out of the garden of my childhood home.
That interest - like tape worms and other associated parasites, found FERTILE GROUND in young Abraham Stainer; a Prairie whelp of unbridled ecological enthusiasm, and rich agricultural ancestry.
A diligently earned Cub Scout merit badge in "houseplant care" didn't exactly shake the Geoponic world at large, but to me it was the first tendril in what has now become a fully rooted and life-long commitment to our World and its' plant life.
( If I REALLY wanted to push the envelope of believability I could say the decades I spent in a drunken "potted plant-like" stupor were for "research sake", but you could easily replicate and condense that experiment by feeding your dieffenbachia beer for a few weeks and see how IT "thrives"? )
That history aside, my membership in the I.B.S. means more than just the key chain, nifty badge and t-shirt I received in the mail.
It means more than the countless hours spent in agricultural chat-rooms comparing notes on nitrogen levels, plant husbandry and soil maintenance.
It means more than earnestly researching and monitoring the growth of my tomato plants for countless hours under the hot summer sun with little more than a paperback novel and a spray bottle for mental and dermatological respite.
It means being ON CALL for any botanical emergency requiring my inimitable wealth of skill and knowledge ; my horticultural "heap", if you will...the WORLD over !
Therein lies the reason for the aforementioned telegram; it is one of THOSE emergent calls....and it's not pretty.
Nor is it a "pretty" thing to be called away from my beloved homeland to some horrid nadir of this, the freshest, loveliest and most invigorating of seasons.....blessed Winter!
Yes my friend, a cry for help has sprung up like a miasma of fear from the Caribbean Agricultural Coalition of an emerging and potentially catastrophic fungus affecting their sugar industry and economic life-blood.
It's sounds initially like none other than the dreaded CANE BLIGHT, and the I.B.S. ( with authorization from Passports Canada), have decided to send their BEST "field" man.....yours truly !
I have a mere nine sleeps....I mean DAYS... to slough off these extravagant trappings and comforting layers of Winter euphoria before heading off to the estimated source of the scourge; the wretched and untamed isle of Barbados, some 3305 long miles to the south-southeast!
A cursory glance at an atlas tells me this little coral "rock" some 900 miles from the equator must me breeze-blown, snow-free and sun INFESTED!
I must, if I can, in the coming short days before my reluctant but resigned departure, SOAK UP as much of Winter's ambrosiatic essence as possible because the hellacious environs which await are likely to be almost inhumanely "tropical" in nature?
Hopefully I can manage some rest in the fearful days ahead because my work there will surely involve long and intense days along the shoreline where my instincts tell me the BLIGHT's cursed seed lies dormant in a menacing sand dune, or perhaps lurks unassumingly in some ominous chlorinated pool water somewhere?
But as the great Mexicali patriot Josita Perez bravely said to his followers on the eve of his trial for vagrancy, "Don't Cry For Me Montenegro!"....or something like that?.....
This is the life I've chosen, and I knew going in, that the life of a Botanist at Large would be equal parts hair-raising excitement, back breaking drudgery, heart-stopping thrills as well as perilous adventure and sacrifice....not for the feint of heart, questioning of sprit, or lacking of soul. ( "girly-men", home-bodies and Chia Petters need not apply !)
I know I'm trading the comforting stability of solid snow and ice for the treacherousness of foreboding beaches; a rosy cheeked glow for some ungodly hue of ecru, and sub-zero zestiness for equatorial ennui, but the sacrifice and hardship will fade like melting snow should I somehow solve this Caribbean cane conundrum.
I shall find my solace in the salvation of the sugar cane farmers; their joy and peace of mind in knowing that there will be another crop to harvest, and mine in knowing that there's always NEXT Winter to luxuriate in.
Love tImMy :/
( I B.S. you not )
Laugh as much as you breathe
and Love as long as you live. ( all inclusive)

Life Stories

Life Stories by Tim Lawrence

The end of life…is not!

It is the end of a Chapter in a Grand, Spiritual, Novel !

These chapters called “life”, are enriching, engrossing
narratives of one’s earthly adventures.

In them, are an abundance of supporting characters and
supplementary plot elements, often curiously overlapping
and mysteriously intertwining.

Their length and depth varies from person to person;
from protagonist to protagonist.

Some people who have “died” in chapters ended many years
ago, are still quite “alive” today!

Their SPIRIT; their influence, their charisma, their wisdom,
their character, their enthusiasm, their joy, their ESSENCE....
continues to fill the “life pages” of all they’ve touched.

Their frail and finite physical chapter is ended, but the richness
of their story flourishes, and enhances God’s Novel!

Like timeless passages, indelibly marked in our hearts and
memories, to be re-read and forever treasured….
their lives never truly “end”!

When through God’s Mercy, the earthly narrative of someone
we love, ends….their life does not!

And for that, we are truly blessed!

* Dedicated with gratitude and love to the enduring Spirit of all who transcend fear and inspire faith by truly living God’s gift of life to the fullest!! T.L.