Day: November 9, 2017

Home On The Range

It’s been a difficult day on the range. Always is, cat-wrangling. The critters sleep a lot, but they spring up out of sleep ready for action at the smallest sound. Sometimes, the first you know of this is fightin’ yowls. Then the fur’s flyin’. Both combatants are spittin’ mad, but you don’t know why. Cats and their slights are mysterious matters. Segregation leads to peace, but not forgiveness, and that separate but equal stuff doesn’t work for cats no more than it works for anything else.

I’m out of there, though, at the coffee shop with my brew. Characters are barking at me about what they wanna do, and where they’re gonna go. Time to write like crazy, at least one more time.

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Thursday’s Theme Music

Saw a photo that reminded me of this song.

I’d returned to America in February, nineteen ninety-one, taking up residence in the SF Bay area with an assignment as the Superintendent of the 750th Space Group Command Post at Onizuka Air Station in Sunnyvale. Most of the airmen assigned to the command post were young, and in their first assignment. Naturally, they listened to current music that ranged across the spectrum.

This song had been a major hit in America the previous year, so it was still heard often. It was also natural as comedic fodder because of its style. Something would happen, and someone would remark, “You can’t touch this.” Yes, it’s “U Can’t Touch This,” with MC Hammer.

Ah, it was fun times back in the days of yore, with a good group of people. The base is gone, and the people have spread out across the planet. I stay in contact with some via Facebook an other social media. I wish them all well.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_m16ClE0Zm0

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Never

We are old

All of our promises are spent

But not forgotten

The battlefields are memorials

The battles

Never resolved

Never forgotten

And never done

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Turkfloofy

Turkfloofy (catfinition) – A cat, sitting in a position with all its legs tugged under it, that looks like a turkey in a roaster.

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Periscope

Have you ever been stopped in traffic, and wonder, “What’s going on up there?”, and wish you could raise a periscope in your car to see?

I have.

I’ve also wished my house had a periscope. It could be helpful when I’m looking for a missing cat, or to see where the firetrucks are going.

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Thanksgiving

Our glasses were refilled from the pitchers, with the usual comments about head. I grinned at Ed as I slid his glass to him. “There you go, my friend,” I said. “Drink up.”

“Thanks,” he said. He seemed suddenly subdued. He’s a moody guy but he’d just been laughing and joking. I wondered what threw the switch.

“You okay?” I said.

He nodded and took a quick sip of beer.

“What are your Thanksgiving plans?” I said.

Ed shrugged. “Don’t know yet. Still firming.” Sitting up, he turned and looked at me. “I just realized while sitting here, that I don’t have any memories of Thanksgiving with Dad.”

“Sorry,” I said. “Wow. Did he pass early?”

“No, he’s still alive, almost ninety,” Ed said. “I guess he was either gone or working in the early years, and then he and Mom divorced. I visited with him after the divorce, but I guess I never spent Thanksgiving with him. It’s just a surprise to realize that.”

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Wednesday’s Quote

“The ones who have true success are the talented guys who never believed they were talented.”

~ Kobe Bryant

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