Floofshadowing (floofinition) – Action, sound, or activity which indicates something to come.
In use: “The sounds coming from the bed’s foot was floofshadowing that a floof — probably the dog — was vomiting.”
Patches
A patch to wake up
A patch to fall sleep
A patch to help you pay attention
A patch to take a drink.
A patch to kill your dreams
A patch to keep you sane
A patch to make you eat
A patch to dull your brain.
A patch to calm your nerves
A patch to stay alive
A patch to keep you breathing
And then a patch to die.
Sunday’s Wandering Thought
The exercise class has sixty to seventy members regularly attend. The instructor has been doing this for forty-five years and is much beloved. What’s interesting, though, are the class members known as ‘the doctors’ wives’. They only socialize with one another, sitting in a small group by themselves every time. Is this elitism? Old-fashioned snobbery? Are they all just very shy?
No, we know them, and they’re not shy. He has to wonder, though, what is it that they’re thinking.
Sunday’s Theme Music
We turned on the fire yesterday. Yeah, we have a gas fireplace. I turned on the gas and ignited the pilot light. All done because it was a cold, wet day. A friend went hiking this morning — yes, she and her husband are both crazy like that, hiking at dawn around 7:33 this morning — and sent back photos of light snow covering the pines and ground up on a ridge a few thousand feet up. None of my local upper ridges show any snow.
Today is Sunday, October 23, 2022. Sunshine and rain/snow clouds are waltz across the sky. Bright sunshine rules one minute before clouds close the gaps and threaten precipitation in the next. It’s 6 degrees C outside, keeping the felines inside slumbering in their usual winter spaces. Guess that’s the key. Leaves are changing and we’re racing toward winter. High temperature today will 51 F.
I was thinking about waiting this morning, as I was waiting — again — which made me go into a lap of ‘poor me’ self-pity because I’m so put upon, often treated as something stepped in that assaults the nose with a nasty reek after an animal does their business somewhere. Once the lap was done and I was over myself, The Neurons came in with The Black Keys and their song, “Lonely Boy”, from 2011, because, you know, the song has ‘waiting’ in it. What I remember more about this song was the video. I love this guy dancing and lip-syncing the song. He did a sensational song IMO. I read about him on Wikipedia today. His name is Derrick T. Tuggle. Wikipedia called him, “actor, musician and part-time security guard”. Hope you watch it and enjoy it as I have, as much as he seems to be doing.
Hope you have your positive energy shield up and your negative test armor on. I’m adding some coffee protection. Don’t know if you’ve heard of this magical brew and its amazing properties…
Here’s Tuggle and the music. Cheers
The Sky Message Dream
I was working in a new restaurant. Many others were there. A number of us were middle managers but didn’t have assigned duties. We’d go around making ourselves useful and organizing things. As I was doing that, I noticed a lot of dust and set out to dust things off. My dusting caused more accumulated dust, so I backed off. The dust seemed odd to me, and I spent time feeling it, trying to figure out what it was.
A tall, geeky friend was there. He was trying to serve drinks with ice in tall glasses. Each time, though, he spilled the drinks or dropped them altogether. I told him, “Maybe this isn’t for you.”
A loud commotion pulled us to another room where employees were around a large television. It was showing a night sky. A message was written in the dark in large, white letters. None of us knew the language. Guesses about who may have written grew. Many people, including me, thought it was extraterrestrials. What kind of message could they be giving us? A threat, a question, a promise? Was this a good omen or something sinister?
I resumed working. Now I was helping another person construct some furniture. It was strangely squared off, tall, and light gray. The tall geek walked in, said, “Oh, no,” and dropped a tray full of drinks right as he reached a table of customers. We were all horrified but then realized they were fake drinks and he had dropped them as a joke. Someone started dusting. I warned them about the increased dust. He saw that happen, too. We discussed whether we could do something differently or use a cloth with a different material. I left him with nothing resolved.
I instead went off and got a tray of food. The tray was red. Someone said, “All of your food is green.” I saw they were right — I had a green salad, green beans, and peas. My dessert was red gelatin, though. Standing around the tray on the table, people joked that I should have gone for the green gelatin.
I was told the boss wanted to see me and went off to find her. She was on the move. As I tried to catch up, people kept interrupting me with questions about how something should be done. Hearing that the boss was outside, I left the building.
The tall geek came out, calling me and hurrying towards me. He said he needed the password to get into the system. I told him it was shoo. As he repeated it with some surprise, I went on about a trick I’d learned to circumvent logging in every time. He seemed confused by it and went away to a silver SUV. I thought he was going to get in and drive away but he put something he was carrying into the vehicle and then walked back towards the building.
I began going off to find more to do. It had been light but was suddenly dark. Looking up, I saw another message written in the night sky. It was like Someone had used chalk on a giant blackboard. I called out for other to see it and recognized it was a different message from before. It also seemed to be in a different writing. I thought that maybe our sky was being used as a message board for alien groups. I began believing that I could figure the dream out and was going to go to the computer to see what I could find about the previous message, if other messages were being seen and if the message was being seen in all night skies.
Dream end.
Floof-à-floof
Floof-à-floof (floofinition) From Floofish, literally one animal facing another.
In use: “Although the cats had ‘shared’ a home for literally seven years, every morning began with a floof-à-floof moment when they squared off in the hallway and yowled their darkest threats at one another as though facing the greatest threat ever.”
Saturday’s Wandering Thought
With some websites, no matter how he protects their cookies and clicks, “Remember Me” and “Keep me logged in”, he must always log in.
Saturday’s Theme Music
Yesterday had us in bee mode, going from event to event. Slowly today, with only one thing on schedule.
It’s Saturday. Claim you prize at the window if you guessed correctly. Don’t know what the prize is. You’ll need to talk to the director about that. It’s also Oct. 22, 2022, if you’re going for the perfecta.
Rain began last night at tennish, got serious about it around midnight, calmed itself down for part of the night, and then stormed back at five. Lot of rain sounds. Some wind joined in to move a few things. We’ve needed rain, so yea, and now need snow. Fortunately, snow is forecast for the area above 5,000 feet. We’re below two, so we shouldn’t need to deal. More rain is due from above today (I know, where else did I think it would come from?), with most forecasts proclaiming it’s going to rain from early afternoon to almost midnight.
It’s currently 45 F in our area. 10 to 11 degrees C is posted as expectations for our high. We have a plan to go to the Japanese Garden opening in Lithia Park. Two plus years in the making, they tore up some stuff and built a wall, so ambivalence is greeting the park’s appearance. They’re also talking about perhaps charging an entrance fee in the future, anathema to Ashland’s attitude toward parks. They’re supposed to be free recreation areas for the people, yo. We’ll see what happens when the future arrives.
Dawn had an underwhelming arrival, with clouds and rain dictating light and visibility. Sunrise came at 7:32 AM. On daylight’s other end — dare I say, its rear end? — sunset will be at 6:18.
We were at Empty Bowls last night, the fundraiser for feeding the homeless and struggling. My wife is part of the setup committee. We met with other friends there, catching up on news from the COVID era. Too much of it was about bad health. Three friends, not seen in a while, we learned had died. Another had a massive heart attack and was going in for triple bypass surgery on Monday. But there were also sunny faces sharing happy tales about how well they and their families were doing.
This is a transition day for me vis-à-vis clothing options. I’ve been in shorts in Oregon since spring, other than a few special events. Now it’s time to dig out jeans, long shirts and sweaters, and raincoats. That had me thinking about yesterday, which was a magnet for The Neurons. They came out with 30 Seconds to Mars and “From Yesterday”. It took me a while to put that together as I had the refrains about a map of the world on his face going on. In fact, I often incorrectly think that the 2007 song’s title is “Map of the World”. But as the song went through my head, the title was corrected.
The cats are also transitioning. Tucker was out, moving around the yard seeking solar patches, but Papi, the young feline, said, “Screw this,” and mostly stayed in the house. Of course, the night of rain arrived, and the situation reversed. Now, though, both cats are declared themselves indoor pets. Tucker slumbers on the desk left of my computer while ever a contrarian, Papi naps on the living room sofa.
Well, stay pos, test neg. I’m up for coffee and an orange cranberry scone. Can I get you anything? Here’s the music while you think about it. I couldn’t find the short version so here’s medium version. The actual song begins about halfway through.
Cheers
Michael Seidel, writer 