“🎶 You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em,” Thalia sang into her her thumb. “Know when to fold ‘em 🎶,” Calliope joined in. “🎵 When to fold ‘em!” Urania added her voice. “Know when to walk away 🎶,” Thalia kept crooning, “… know when to run.” Typist had a serious case of the giggles. “Shush! I can see the pencils and I are not in sync this morning. Attempt one… baby wolf. Attempt two… scaredy cat. And attempt number three, even at this early stage, is growling — grrrrrr… brown bear.”
“Yesterday’s baby bird flowed through my hands with such ease!” That said it all, and beautifully. This morning when Izzie and I went on a walk, four Canada Goose families crossed our path. I have been consistent in telling her that the critters are our friends, be gentle, no chase, no bark. As I walk her off leash in our hood, I’m always glad I’ve given her that message. A family of six passed about 10 feet in front of us. Iz sat and watched!
Note: Right now she’s engaged in some great faux fighting with our cat, Buster.
I’m about to loop around now. “Bear” with me. First, I saw a Ted-talk listed on YouTube this morning about “Raising our body’s rate of vibrations increases our chances for serendipity.” I’m not a practitioner of either, but usually in the mood for “good vibrations!” More recently, above, I was chatting up my dog, Izzie.
Then I remembered you writing recently about Henny having a swim in a river nearby with an Indian name. I went to Google Maps/Waukesha, with hopes of zooming in enough to see the river’s name. Had I found it I intended to ask if the “Land of the bears” river’s name was at work in today’s sketches, especially the bear! Grrrr
In the midst of that search, with no intent, the address of the home in Greenville, S.C., where we picked Izzie up, popped up, street view and all! Yes, Google hangs on to past locations of our travels. The very odd part is just that the sequence of events all seems connected for me?! I may buy a lottery ticket later on. 🤔
Your listening to Kenny Rogers today and incorporating the Muses singing a few lines was greatly enjoyed. Duets of Dolly Parton singing with Kenny came fondly to mind. “Islands In The Stream.”
Your have my sworn oath that no magic mushrooms were ingested in writing this! At the same time, I feel alignment with the state of being that Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., called “Coming unstuck in time.” Can too much coffee raise our vibrations that much? Am I serendipitous? 🤷🏽. CURE!
How about John Denver's Sunshine On My Shoulder's or Rocky Mountain High. We get a lot of that pollen on everything down here too. I leave it alone because we have stinging caterpillars all over. Yesterday I found one of our cats staring at something on the floor in the den. When I investigated I found one of thse big fat caterpillars slowly crawling across the floor. I got a big piece of paper and put down in front of it. Once it crawled on I quickly took it outside where it belonged. Those things are terrible. When we first moved here I would wear sandals. I was outside talking with the neighbor one day and felt something tickling my ankle. I used my other foot to itch my ankle and immediately was in agony. She told me I had scrubbed one of those caterpillars into my ankle. I ran inside to wash it off but it was too late. My ankle swelled so bad I couldn't walk properly. I had trouble getting shoes on. I was miserable. A couple nights later at work one of the pharmacy ladies asked what was wrong. When I told her she said the caterpillar hairs were still in my ankle. She told me to pat tape all over it after I got home. I didn't wait I hurried back to my department and got the tape we used to hang tags on the shelves and sat right down on the floor and took my shoe and sock off. I patted that tape all over my ankle. Immediately the pain was gone by the next day the swelling was way down. I could walk. I have never wore sandals again. I don't touch things outside in the Spring or early summer either. We have too many things that bite and sting down here. I see people outside all the time in sandals and kids outside barefoot. My husband brushed one of those caterpillars with his hand one day and immediately was in agony. I ran and got the tape and fixed him up. We keep lots of scotch tape here in our house. The moth those caterpillars turn into are beautiful but toxic to other wikdlife. Mother Nature has a big red splotches on them to warn preditors.
We're moving Gail so your song is perfect for my current life - an endless sort, keep and throw exercise!
I love your attempts! I think the scaredy cat looks great.
“Yesterday’s baby bird flowed through my hands with such ease!” That said it all, and beautifully. This morning when Izzie and I went on a walk, four Canada Goose families crossed our path. I have been consistent in telling her that the critters are our friends, be gentle, no chase, no bark. As I walk her off leash in our hood, I’m always glad I’ve given her that message. A family of six passed about 10 feet in front of us. Iz sat and watched!
Note: Right now she’s engaged in some great faux fighting with our cat, Buster.
I’m about to loop around now. “Bear” with me. First, I saw a Ted-talk listed on YouTube this morning about “Raising our body’s rate of vibrations increases our chances for serendipity.” I’m not a practitioner of either, but usually in the mood for “good vibrations!” More recently, above, I was chatting up my dog, Izzie.
Then I remembered you writing recently about Henny having a swim in a river nearby with an Indian name. I went to Google Maps/Waukesha, with hopes of zooming in enough to see the river’s name. Had I found it I intended to ask if the “Land of the bears” river’s name was at work in today’s sketches, especially the bear! Grrrr
In the midst of that search, with no intent, the address of the home in Greenville, S.C., where we picked Izzie up, popped up, street view and all! Yes, Google hangs on to past locations of our travels. The very odd part is just that the sequence of events all seems connected for me?! I may buy a lottery ticket later on. 🤔
Your listening to Kenny Rogers today and incorporating the Muses singing a few lines was greatly enjoyed. Duets of Dolly Parton singing with Kenny came fondly to mind. “Islands In The Stream.”
Your have my sworn oath that no magic mushrooms were ingested in writing this! At the same time, I feel alignment with the state of being that Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., called “Coming unstuck in time.” Can too much coffee raise our vibrations that much? Am I serendipitous? 🤷🏽. CURE!
How about John Denver's Sunshine On My Shoulder's or Rocky Mountain High. We get a lot of that pollen on everything down here too. I leave it alone because we have stinging caterpillars all over. Yesterday I found one of our cats staring at something on the floor in the den. When I investigated I found one of thse big fat caterpillars slowly crawling across the floor. I got a big piece of paper and put down in front of it. Once it crawled on I quickly took it outside where it belonged. Those things are terrible. When we first moved here I would wear sandals. I was outside talking with the neighbor one day and felt something tickling my ankle. I used my other foot to itch my ankle and immediately was in agony. She told me I had scrubbed one of those caterpillars into my ankle. I ran inside to wash it off but it was too late. My ankle swelled so bad I couldn't walk properly. I had trouble getting shoes on. I was miserable. A couple nights later at work one of the pharmacy ladies asked what was wrong. When I told her she said the caterpillar hairs were still in my ankle. She told me to pat tape all over it after I got home. I didn't wait I hurried back to my department and got the tape we used to hang tags on the shelves and sat right down on the floor and took my shoe and sock off. I patted that tape all over my ankle. Immediately the pain was gone by the next day the swelling was way down. I could walk. I have never wore sandals again. I don't touch things outside in the Spring or early summer either. We have too many things that bite and sting down here. I see people outside all the time in sandals and kids outside barefoot. My husband brushed one of those caterpillars with his hand one day and immediately was in agony. I ran and got the tape and fixed him up. We keep lots of scotch tape here in our house. The moth those caterpillars turn into are beautiful but toxic to other wikdlife. Mother Nature has a big red splotches on them to warn preditors.
Sign: “I’VE QUIT DRINKING FOR GOOD — now I drink for evil” 😁
Yes! Yes! Yes!