The Love/Hate Thing

It’s a love/hate thing for me when I find another’s blog (or, like today, several), start reading their entries, and enjoy them so much that they divert me from my writing mission, and I explore their blog to see what else they offer. It’s at once diverting in several ways but also satisfying and rewarding. Reading stimulates writing. I don’t know if more hours in a day would solve anything, because I think I would just read more and want to write more.

Time to take a deep breath, drag some discipline out from my depths, pin the blogs aside, and write like crazy, at least one more time.



Bifloofal (catfinition) – a household with two cats; a cat with two personalities (also known as multiple purrsonality disorder (MPD)).

In use: “After observing Bumble, they decide she was bored and needed a companion, so they went to the shelter, adopted an older kitty, and became bifloofal.”

PINS and Needles

Approaching the ATM, I process a mental flowchart. Which account am I using today? What PIN is required? There’s a line, so I wait, but while waiting, I begin to doubt that I’ve remembered the correct PIN for this account. I start going through PINs and their applications. Some were based on phone numbers, prompting recall of the whole telephone number and where I lived then, triggering memory of the address and where I worked, and my office number, further driving me from certainty that I have the right number, and suddenly opening up a memory chasm which swallows the PIN I’m supposed to be using, launching me into panic about the fucking PIN number – number is redundant, you idiot – and then it’s my turn and I step up and remember —

And then it’s all good. All that worrying was for naught.

Tuesday’s Theme Music

Ah, these words:

And she was lying in the grass
And she could hear the highway breathing
And she could see a nearby factory
She’s making sure she is not dreaming
See the lights of a neighbor’s house
Now she’s starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
And she opens up her eyes

The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was


I find this song, “And She Was” by the Talking Heads to be jubilant and affirming, a terrific song to lift your spirit higher as you’re navigating the day’s whims. Play it loud and sing along. It’s great for dancing, too.

The Lead

To all those politicians, political parties, companies, and organizations who like to shade the truth, cut corners, exercise doublespeak, dismiss ethics and principles, and flat-out lie and cheat, you shouldn’t be surprise if your customers and supporters can no longer be trusted because they do the same thing.

They’re just following your lead.

Blog at

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: