The Writer

Thinking, drinking, reading, writing,

Head down, butt asleep,

Busy, intent, intense,

He goes on until he picks up the cup and finds it empty, except for dredges.

This signals the end.

With some sighs and clear reluctance, he packs up and moves back into the normal world.

Happy One Hundred Fifty-three!

We’ve reached day one hundred fifty-three. Hump day’s pregnant belly is becoming visible over the horizon, that day on which half of this glorious year commonly called twenty seventeen will be completed.

Completed. Done. In the rear-view mirror. Under the bridge. In the books. Finished.

Which will mean, writers, you will have half a year remaining to accomplish those tasks, goals, objectives, and plans you established for yourself somewhere back in the neighborhood of day one.

Think about what you’ve done.

Consider what you want to do for this year, and then put this year in the context of the other years of your life.

How does it look?

Schadenfloof

Schadenfloof (definition): a Cattish German word for the pleasure a cat feels sometimes when witnessing the misfortunes of another.

Example: “Harmony felt great schadenfloof when her littermate/nemesis Una got in trouble for knocking everything off the human’s desk.”

Hat tip to Thomas Weaver for the contribution.

Floofervescent

Floofervescent (definition): vivacious, energetic or lively feline.

In Use: “Quinn was normally a quiet, charming cat, but shake the treat bag and he became a floofervescent presence.”

Electric Cars

Those hybrids and electric cars are really quiet. You don’t even hear them pull into the driveway.

No wonder IP camera sales are up. People want a warning that others have arrived and visitors are imminent.

Disturbance

I was really disturbed this morning.

I walked into the bedroom. Two shoes were on the floor.

They were paranormal.

Today’s Theme Music

So many questions are circulating now about last year’s presidential election in the U.S., and Russia’s role in Trump’s surprising election. Information keeps leaking out about Trump insiders lying about when they met with Russians, or if. Donald keeps insisting that it’s all fake news being leaked and then contradicts himself and vows to find and prosecute the leakers.

What’s going on? We need to find out. We might need to follow Ozzy Osbourne’s advice:

“Who can we get on this case?
“We need Perry Mason.
“Someone to put you in place.
“Calling Perry Mason.”

I remember listening to this song after retiring from the U.S. Air Force in nineteen ninety-five. We’d just moved from military housing on Moffett to a little duplex in Mountain View. The web and Internet were penetrating homes and businesses as the online potential became exposed. We were in the middle of the dot com bubble. Start-ups were abounding, and the Bay Area housing market was heating up. “Seinfeld” was the hot television show.

I was unemployed but retired while my wife worked for an advertising agency on Castro Street in Mountain View. Every open house for rentals had dozens of applicants. We managed to find one that was going to be listed. The elderly couple who owned it were cleaning it. We talked to them. They told us to come back for the showing at the scheduled time. We drove away but returned, and offered them a higher rent and deposit. They were still cleaning; we told them we’d take it as is, and finish the cleaning. They agreed. We moved ourselves with assistance from Starving Students. A month later, I began working for a medical device start-up. We lived there for four years, until we bought a house in Half Moon Bay.

Here it is, from nineteen ninety-five, Ozzy with “Perry Mason.”

 

 

 

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