Laissez les bons temps rouler!

Morning bird song began the parade
A blue jay flashed its colors and using a nut in its beak
whistled, "Cheep! Cheep!"
Piggy squeals and Donkey brays
Eat your ice cream
Drink your brew
Smoke what you got
Blow your horn
Bang your drums
Cry your eyes out
Laugh your head off
Doggy barks and Horsey neighs
Dress up for your own parade!

Ya-mine!

Document #44

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.   

-Mary Oliver

The goose never leaves a member of its flock behind.  Mother Goose is always with you.

Mother

Propaganda coup

Propaganda-coo
Sounds cute
But it's not a panda, nor a ganda-geegore-gaday (the ultimate cuteness)
It's no cootchie-coo
Or maybe it is
Russia if you're listening
Trump loves you

Happy New Year!

Gateway Eve!

Merry Christmas!

Evening dreams

Evergreen scene

Lift your christmas spirits

Roll with the Yule-tide

Holly Parade

Needs more Holly

Heigh-ho Holly

I had a dream of holly
I pruned the bush just right
Holly for protection and overcoming anger
Heigh-ho Holly Heigh-ho!

Goodbye November!

What's in December?

A hearty Thanksgiving to all

Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously.  And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.     

 -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Few things

I had a dream a few nights ago about fundus complete with a moving diagram
Are you familiar with fundi?
Fundus means, bottom, in Latin
There are fundus in the brain, eye, gallbladder, stomach, uterus and sea beds
If I had to pick, I guess my favorite fundus is in the stomach

Last night I went outside and heard a repeating high pitch sound
I decided to investigate, maybe it's a little bird, maybe it's a small animal
The sound became louder next to some leaf bags on the street and deduced
that a bird fell into one and couldn't get out
Just as I was about to look in the bag
an owl flew up from the ground and roosted in a tree next to the bags
I saw the barred stripes on its chest
Barred owl!
We stared at each other for a bit, well, I think so, the owl's face was obscured by shadows
Then it bounded with spread wings around the branches as I tried to get a better look.
I decided to give Owl space so I waved goodbye and started back to the house
I heard another squeak and looked over my shoulder to see the great silent wings flying southeast across the street towards a big conifer.

Quotes by me, so famous:

Everyday is a little less, everyday is a little more.

It's usually both and a few other things.

Fool moon

It seems hard to believe
that the morning sun
can paint the land
a bright burnt orange
and color the full moon
a ghostly silver white
at the same time

Into November

The second snow of the year was yesterday, veteran's day.  I think there should be more veteran's days.
I guess the name Paisley is trending for baby names this year and possibly 2020.  I saw that it was Scottish which made me curious.  I found this on wikipedia-

"[S]ilk fell out of fashion in 1790.^[6] The mills switched to the imitation Kashmir (cashmere) shawls called "Paisley". Under the leadership of Thomas Coats (1809-1893), Paisley became the world centre for thread making. The high-status skilled weavers mobilised themselves in radical protests after 1790, culminating in the failed "Radical War" of 1820. Overproduction, the collapse of the shawl market and a general depression in the textile industry led to technical changes that reduced the importance of weavers. Politically the mill owners remained in control of the town.^[7]By the mid-19th century weaving had become the town's principal industry. The Paisley weavers' most famous products were the shawls, which bore the Paisley Pattern made fashionable after being worn by a young Queen Victoria. Despite being of a Kashmiri design and manufactured in other parts of Europe, the teardrop-like pattern soon became known by Paisley's name across the western world.^[8][9] Although the shawls dropped out of fashion in the 1870s, the Paisley pattern remains an important symbol of the town: the Paisley Museum maintains a significant collection of the original shawls in this design, and it has been used, for example, in the modern logo of Renfrewshire Council, the local authority."

I wonder how the shawl market is doing nowadays.  Also for November, I decided that Bjork's Homogenic is a perfect album for this month.  Starting with Hunter...on vinyl, toasty.

Happy Halloween

Our first snowflake of the year fell yesterday and we rose to find a bone white veil of snow on Halloween.

Your sister's a werewolf

Aquamarine Anniversary

Love letters straight from your heart

And darling then
I read again
Right from the start

Hello October

Friday Mashup

End of subject?

Sept 2019

Three days of morning moons
and surveying the hill where dragonflies hang-ten in the sun.

Try this sometime

Listen to the vinyl rip of Cargo by Men at Work and read the wikipedia entry of William Reich and somehow end up on Kierkegaard:
What I really need is to get clear about what I must do, not what I must know, except insofar as knowledge must precede every act. What matters is to find a purpose, to see what it really is that God wills that I shall do; the crucial thing is to find a truth which is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die.  

Well excuse me

Dear people of the future,
In the late 70s, the people of the United States started using a comedian's character's catch line, "Well excuuuuuuse me!"  It became so embedded in the lexicon that children of that time used it until they forgot from whence it came.