Paul Revere and the Floofs (floofinition) – Floof rock (flock) band originating in Idaho, who achieved considerable floofstream success in the 1960s and early 1970s.
In use: “One of Paul Revere and the Floofs was the song “Floof Like Me” in 1966.”
Inspirational Quote # 1801
Something to truly remember and apply.
An Erotic Dream
It began with a friend and a table set for a formal dinner.
The dream friend was no one I recognize from life. Although all friends in the dream, none are real existence folk, unless we’re getting into alt dimensions and existences. I may know them there. Yeah, maybe the dream was reality bleedover. What a life I must live over there.
I was happy, going to this engagement. A few minutes early, I arrived first. The table was sage green. Set up outside, in a driveway, the fine china, crystals, and linen looked beautiful on this table. Side tables offered food and drink. The host, a young, well-groomed blonde man, was pleased to see me and took me around, explaining the courses. Then, showing off the wines, he said, “I have a wonderful white wine. Here, taste.” He poured some into crystal stemware.
With him watching and smiling, I sipped. “This is amazing.”
“Isn’t it? For dessert, there’s cherry surprise.” He offered me a spoonful of it.
I was impressed. “Fantastic.”
Others arrived. An announcement was made: “We need to change locations.” The table, with all the food and wine disappeared. Others arrived asked, “Where is everything?’
Knowing exactly where to go, “It’s over here. Come on, follow me.”
I led them around the corner to where the table was. A brunette white woman in a navy skirt and white blouse said, “This looks wonderful. Is there any wine?”
I replied, “Yes, he has a wonderful white.” I poured her a glass.
She sipped as I watched. “Oh, that’s delicious,” she said. “What’s for dessert?”
“Cherry surprise,” I answered, turning away. “I’ll get you some.”
“Okay, I’ll watch your rear.” She squeezed my butt.
Startled, I turned and faced her. She began kissing and feeling me. Then she began undressing me. I was reciprocating. Then —
Well, I’m stopping there.
I’m not that kind of writer.
Sunday’s Theme Music
Cleaned up, shaved, cats fed, I sought the next things: what’d I need now? Coffee, water, a trip to the beach, my arm mended, the rona virus ended, a cold bevvie with my friends, a publishing contract…
“Dial it back, laddie,” I decreed. “Talkin’ ’bout here and now.” My mind reiterated my needs, building on them…
Such contemplation about what I need often collapses into what I want. Got air. I needed food and water. We can expand it into the hierarchy of needs., of course, but I’m addressing basics.
Yeah, it was too much for too early. Retreating from myself, I made coffee and breakfast, and invited the Stones in to perform “You Can’t Always Get What You Want“.
The Floof Gang
The Floof Gang (floofinition) – An American floof rock (flock) band formed in Floohio in 1966, active until 1977.
In use: “With Floof Walsh on guitar, The Floof Gang scored a hit with “Skunk #49″ in 1970”
Saturday’s Snippings
- John Muir and Margaret Sanger. These two are the latest to be addressed for their racism. In Sanger’s case, it’s more nuanced, regards eugenics, and is too much for my sprawled one-handed pecking for much detail here. I do recommend research. Muir, though, was an outright racist. We learn that people can be visionary and flawed. His damage to our society is deep. It’s sad and disheartening to learn these things. But they must be learned, and we need to be cognizant of the damage inflicted, and, yeah, make changes.
- Making changes like acknowledging past racism and its impact and then trying to fix it is just like the stages of grief, isn’t it? It’ll take a while to work through it. I can hear replies, how much longer must it take?
- Lovely to feel my arm healing. Strength is returning, range of movement is expanding, and the circle of pain is shrinking. Go back next week. The plan (if all is well) is to replace the splint with a short cast.
- Realizing that next week is August. July passed through with a sonic boom.
- I love the John Cheever quote I found this morning (posted elsewhere on the blog). It speaks strongly to my own writing drive. I always think, there’s more to our lives and reality than what we know. I’m agnostic about gods, and indeed enjoy tucking them into my tales, but I pursue the impression that we’ve only skimmed the surface of being. Writing helps me explore that essence.
- Drank a fantastic cup of coffee this morning. Right temp, flavor, and richness. A wow cup. Which made me immediately want to experience it again. Comparing it to drinking wine and beer, and eating food, and achieving things, I appreciated again the blend needed to brew something memorable that’s greater than its parts. Once, I’ve had it, I want more of the same. Not an epiphany, but a lesson learned one more time.
- Speaking of one more time, got a refresher cuppa coffee (yeah, it’s not the same, but it’ll do). Time to write like crazy…at least one. More. Time.
Floofworthy
Floofworthy (floofinition) – An entity that’s deserving to be associated with or be the companion to an animal.
In use: “As humans and animals develop greater appreciation for one another, animals are beginning to think that some humans are floofworthy, and are reaching out to people in new and touching ways.”
Michael Seidel, writer 