Floof fart

Floof fart (floofinition) 1. Moment or incidence when an animal (especially a pet) forgets what it was doing and does something else.

In use: “The cat raised her rear leg to wash herself, but had a floof fart and began washing her face instead.”

2. Term for when a person plans to do something for an animal but forgets.”

In use: “Jill was about to feed her cats (because it was time and they were so reminding her), but had a floof fart and sat down to doomscroll for news about Trump’s defeat, forcing her felines into more drastic behavior to get their promised meal.”

Floofsmack

Floofsmack (floofinition) – Hard floof rock (flock) band formed in Lawrence, Massafloofsetts, in 1995. After becoming a local success and grinding away, fame, fortune, and a new recording contract was found in 1998.

In use: “Floofsmack has had multiple number one albums and several dozen flock hit singles, including “Floofever” in 1999.”

In the Soup

The weather had pivoted. Clear skies scooted out of the way for rain clouds. Gone was the warm sun; a cooler, replacement sun arrived with November’s start. I don’t know who ordered it, but it was here and in place. (I actually thought it defective; it wasn’t very bright or warm.)

“I’m going to make a soup every Sunday,” my wife declared. “It’ll be Souper Sunday.”

She had me on her souper train. She makes excellent soups. First up was the roasted veggie offering. It’s one of my favorites. That doesn’t actually mean much; they’re all my favorites. Next up was another fave, the smoky chickpea offering.

For last weekend, she announced she’d be making her delicious black bean veggie chili. Then she called an audible on Saturday and made her spinach-mushroom-tortellini soup and served it up with a multi-grain ciabatta bread.

Sunday came and another audible: she was making her tortilla soup. Well…okay. It is one of my favorites. She’s a vegetarian, one of the differences between us. I’d grilled some chicken earlier in the week. Some was leftover. She divided the soup (giving me a much larger portion) and put the leftover chicken in for me. That was our Sunday dinner.

Guess what I had yesterday for lunch? And today? And I have enough left for lunch tomorrow, as well.

She hasn’t mentioned what soup she’ll make next. I’m hoping she’ll do either the black bean veggie chili or her other tortellini soup, or her broccoli cheddar. All I know is that’ll be a souper Sunday.

And probably a souper Monday, too.

Homofloofic

Homofloofic (floofinition) 1. A person who enjoys being with animals.

In use: “Homefloofic people searching the net often turn from doomscrolling to visiting with Fiona the Hippo or watching dog and cat videos.”

2. Animals who prefer human company and do not like other animals.

In use: “Some animals get along well with other animals, but Flash as homofloofic, happy and loving with her person, but totally aggro whenever another animal came around.”

Tuesday’s Theme Music

I was spying on neighbors this morning, verifying that they followed their regular routines. All seemed alive (although some moved like zombies) and in good health (but such appearances may be deceptive, no?). Each followed their recurring and regular, sharply predictable, Tuesday morning routines.

My routines are not predictable — in the mornings. Writing, I set my structure. As socializing and common activities like shopping or heading out for a cuppa are curtailed, my day is a freeflow form. What do I want to do, and when do I want to do it, along with what needs to be done regarding health, house, and history, right?

All that thinking about busy activities stirred thinking about insects, spiders, and ants. That invited the 1994 song, “Ants Marching”, by The Dave Matthews Band.

When all the little ants are marching
Red and black antennae waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way

h/t to Genius.com

What’s funny about human ant activity is how it may seem so same each day while inside, all manner of activity is happening.

Or maybe not. Maybe the thinking is like the activities, the same thing every day.

Time for my morning coffee, said the ant.

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