To borrow loosely from Walt Whitman, these days I’m a person in multiplicity.  I am cluttered with dizzying tasks, followed by hours of silent waiting for this installer, that servicer, those workers.  I’m writing this post, in fact, on the fly, in an empty house on one of those pilfered and unsecure “Internet Tubes.”
But These [...]

Our lovely Miss Scarlett is beginning to slow down.  She’s graying around the muzzle and eyes.  She walks through the house now, unlike Wilson who dances about singing, I’m too sexy for my fur, too sexy for my paws, too sexy for my tail, too sax-seeeee.
Miss Scarlett is a lady; she’s dainty.  She takes a [...]

This Dancing Bird celebrates all you Dancing Monkeys.  If this doesn’t make you raise a toast of green beer, nothing will!!!

Crack open that box of wine because escrow closed on our house — yay!
Celebrate National Pi Day on 3/14 … or as the Pi purists would type … 3.14.
Have someone explain to me exactly what Pi is.
Start packing … or, better yet, hire someone else to do all that pesky packing — someone who will see [...]

 
Why are you still here?  These are the late and
Earnest days.  Ladies, your toes are
Gathering frost as you stand at the
Edge of this hardening lake.
 
Your eyes have long stopped following
Your ganders who’ve flown away from your
Slender necks and your soft feathers; I see you
Flurrying in the shredding wind. 
 
The day is unleafing; [...]

I have less than ten minutes — according to my wrist/hand therapist — to play computer, write a post, or otherwise communicate with my peeps.
I got in trouble last week for doing what I thought I was allowed to do, which I was told was everything.  Boy, did I get a lecture!  So, if you’ve [...]

The spoon
Some days I think I need nothing
more in life than a spoon.
With a spoon I can eat oatmeal
Or take the medicine doctors prescribe
I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill
or pound the table to get attention.
I can point accusingly at God
or stab the empty air repeatedly.
Looking into the spoon’s mirror,
I can study my [...]

She said:
A woman should always have a kitchen with plenty of spoons and bowls; cinnamon and apples. She should have clear space to work and a good recipe book. She should whistle to spread happiness over her preparations.  There should always be flour in the bin.  The cow should be treated with respect; it will [...]