Category Archives: Snippets & Bits

Homespun Suburban Blahs

Channeling a Great American Song Writer today with this modest offering.

The setup: We have a semi-tame crow named Caw who always sounds off for peanuts when he sees us in the back or front yard. And we have an eight year old perpetual kitten named Oak. Came into the living room, saw the following and put it into lyrics for a song rip-off I call:

Suburban Homespun Blahs

It goes like this:

Caw’s on the front porch pickin at the kitty plates,
Oak’s at the screen door trying to transubstaniate.

Look out cat,
You know where it’s at.
God knows what,
but you’re sittin on your butt.

Apologies to Bob Dylan’s Subterranean Homesick Blues

An Ode to Confidence for the Future

(Written two years ago yet even more appropriate today)

Okay, everybody. Fasten your seat belts. It’s time to shine.

Tomorrow is the beginning of white picket fences around country gardens and rocket ships to the sky.

On and on and back again, but not the same as left.

Take a ticket and trip on the fantastic light.

Goodnight, Mrs. Calabash. I know where you are.

About Time

I have a horrible lack of skill in marketing and advertising. And doing business gives my heart road rash. My joy is to pursue an idea as long as it holds my interest and then leave it unfinished and go chasing after the next when it appears. I’ve finally, just this year (and perhaps because of “pandemic brain”) accepted that this is my nature, and now (thanks to social security) I have given myself permission to be as capricious and fragmented as needed to drop the last idea and pursue the next. I wake up well-rested these days, and full of enthusiasm and whimsy.

A Mouthful of Tail

My cat, Smudge, came up on my lap, and I could tell he wasn’t sure if he wanted to settle in or be fed. So, I thought I would praise him and perhaps he would then decide. I told him, “Smudge, you are such a BIG kitty!” But as soon as I said “BIG” and my mouth was open, he stuck his tail in it. No dinner tonight, Smudge….

Manny Festo

Why do I post so much? Because I’m fascinated by every damn thing. And I chase every dog with a fluffy tail. And I get so many ideas that I never have time to follow any of them to completion before the next one lures me with its Siren song. Sometimes I get down, fed up with it all, feeling like I’m trying to have a conversation with the wind. But then I remember the butterfly effect, and if my words change the wind currents just a tad, perhaps I can disturb the flight path of the butterfly and drive it into a tree or a spider web before it flaps its wings to start a storm in Hong Kong. In the end, I try to be a good curator of the weird, wild, and wonderful things I find, a purveyor of fine considerations, and a seething fissure of passion spewing out all over the deck. Not sorry, but I do make one promise: I shall make every effort to be fair, never to be needlessly cruel (though sometimes…) but mostly I promise to never ever be boring. Except for now.