The Stinky Man

Twas very odd yesterday. A stinky man came in and took out the old dishwasher and brought in the new one. He left the garage door open and Dougal said, "He stinks. Let's get out of here." But Tiger grabbed him by the collar and pushed him under the living room chair.

"There are a lot of things out there that stink. STAY put and wait until Mom gets rid of him."

There was another new machine brought in and then the stinky guy left. He smokes. He stinks.

Mom came and sang for us and brought us canned cat food, in the LIVING ROOM! It was very special. It made us all feel a little bit better.

SO . . . when life throws something icky at you. Hold your nose. Find a safe place to hide and wait for the food to be delivered.

I'm thankful for

A warm home out of the strong elements. No Hurricanes or tornadoes.

That 1/3 can of canned mouse meat every evening.

Good friends and family . . . . even the young upstart.

Socrates Club.

My Book Club.

The liberal libertarian cats of America Club.

Being able to read, to think, to speak . . . .

Some of that silly squirrel TV channel. They run some intersting programming at times. Very few reruns.

Que Sera Sera

I don't think it's wrong to want to know what the future will bring.

Problem is . . . there are just too many variables in the crystal ball and now they're saying there a millions of alternative universes.

It was so much easier when the world was flat.

Time for cats

The long stare of a beloved cat--can read your mind.
The firm but gentle paw, with claws sheathed--can ground you.
A rough, sandpaper kiss on the cheek, can make the world slow down and steady.

Let there always be time for cats.

SARK advises me on writing

The tiniest story in your life can deeply touch another.
You cannot know the effect your story might have.

" . . . . in which we are introduced to Winnie the Pooh and some bees, and the story begins . . ."

A story can travel without you and inspire many.

Every word you write changes the story of the world, revises the official version.

In our stories are seeds of our deepest longings and wishes. Through story, creative buds can burst into life.

Stories are our way to illuminate the path and find common ground.

Our illulsions of separation disappear when we hear stories of another's struggles or discoveries.

Oh puhleeze

Who ELSE can get up there?

It certainly was't us old guys.

Not naming names

Sound advice

the best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago.




The second best time to plant a tree is NOW.


--chinese proverb

The wonderful thing about Tiggers

They bounce.
They smile.
They're good to hug.
They're silly and playful and love to listen.
They're fun to watch TV with . . .
And they don't complain too much about TBS showing the Grinch Before Christmas . . . instead they sing and dance along.

. . . You nauseate me Mr. Grinch . . . .

Can you hear me now?

You THINK you've communicated clearly.
And then you find out that instead of "On our way back to the cottage." sounds a lot like "On our way back from the cottage" when you're on a cell phone.

This is what I overheard from Mom and Dad last night. I am glad that I don't have a cell phone. Blue Tooth sounds a little scary. Like a disease or something.