Conversations With My Hound … About Brooms, Motorcycles, Witches, And Caffeine 


BARKING

How many times have I told you not to bark at Black Motorcycles?

How many?

BROOMS

“Leave the fucking broom alone!  I need it. It’s my … 

Transportation. 

I’m a witch!”

PROCRASTINATION

“I know. I know. I’ve got to unpack. I get it. Thank you.”

OMG

“OMG. The World Fell Asleep! TELL it to wake-up!  Now. I got buses to catch, papers to collect!”

WORDPRESS 

“I can’t deal with these formatting issues anymore. I can’t. They’re driving me mad! Talk to them.”

MORNINGS

“TOO fucking early to talk about anything. No more barking!”

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BLOG TITLES

are so much fun!

However. My all-time favorite?  The theme song that best describes me?

Leave me alone!

The latest. The song that best represents how I feel right now. 

Beat it!

Bunny Rabbits And The Church Across The Street From Me

It’s Easter on a busy street.

Cars come and go, blaring music, or not.
But one would ever know there is a church across the street from me.

Attached to the other buildings on the block, it’s radically different architecture, blends in with its neighbors.

The Artist and his dog live next to the church in a building just like it (except for colors, shape and height.)

It’s a busy spot on the street.

The lights go on at night
When gatherings occur
And feelings of love and God are shared.
A warm spot for the soul.

But today!
Today is Easter.

The industrial strength restaurant diner door lists hours of service and other stuff.
The door is swung open.
People, coming and going.
Matriarchs and angelic children
Pure of heart and soul – appear.

But they are slow.
And late.
They are always late.
Never on time.

The building could be a bloc from Mondrian …

But anyway.

The only reason I know today is Easter is because a sales person from Nordstrom’s accidentally mentioned it.

“Good thing you came today” she said. We’re closed tomorrow.”

“You are?
Why?”

“It’s Easter.”

“Oh.
Bunny rabbits.
Stuff like that.
Okay.
Thanks, again!”

The Difference Between The Crazy Ones And The Normal One

WordPress is determined to introduce new ways of solving problems because of their dinosaur physique.

They squeeze the solutions out of their users.

SO …

And this post keeps popping up as having failed to post.

So at this point, I have no idea how many of these are out there.

But it sure is lots of fun!


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So I have no idea whatsoever where this fits in this fomenting imaginary monster …

At some point I recall saying something about patterns emerging, but beyond that, I haven’t got the foggiest as to what’s going on here.

It all began with a tiny accident. Lately, I see pieces that had posted showing the post failed. I didn’t want a double-post, and I didn’t know what to do with it, other than edit what lay ahead of me and publish it.

As for today (space for confessional here) the sky is chronically gray with occasional intense thunderstorms. And it is on this day – today – my marriage ended, according to court filings. (Appropriate forecast there.)

I made it!
Yay…………

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One may often wonder about that …
How do you explain it?
To demonstrate an accurate version of it.
What general perceptions exist about the Crazies? Stereotypes?

Well lots of those exist.
They’re really popular.

Dynamite stuff.

Mother’s Day Music: 2015

Too lazy to deal with pecking today, so I used pen and paper instead.

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