Floofshido
Floofshido (floofinition) – Code of honor among animals which emphasizes loyalty, trust, and patience.
In use: “According to United Federation of Floofs studies, most adherents of floofshido among housepets are dogs, with few cats adopting the code.”
Saturday’s Theme Music
Blinding sunshine crashed through today’s window early on, piercing the hazy cloud layer with mocking ease. That happened at 6:18 AM. Temperature was in the forties then, now they’re at 52, and we’re expecting a day of sunshine with a few clouds, and a high of 66, 67, F, before sunset at 8:01 PM.
Welcome to April the 23rd, Saturday, 2022.
I have “Love Me Two Times” by the Doors in the morning mental music stream. It’s coexisting alongside a second song.
My neurons started playing their version of “Name That Tune” with me the other day. They said, “Remember this song?” Then two notes or part of a word would flash among them. “No, I don’t remember that,” I answered. “I need more.” Begrudgingly, they gave another word here, a sound there. I would try to focus and recall, but the song wouldn’t come to me. DKAY, but when something like that happens, i.e., I’m trying to remember a place, event, name, person, song, and it doesn’t come, it’s like small piece of hell. “Why can’t I remember that?” I ask myself. It was almost there, then, whisked away by malicious forces once more.
This went on about three days before I caught enough of the words to go, “Wait,” and hit the net in search of. The song is “Sleep the Clock Around” by Belle & Sebastian. I’d heard it several years ago on the American version of “The Killing” and looked it up. It’s a fascinating duet to me.
Whew. Glad that’s out of my system. Stay positive, test negative, and you know, right? You’ve lived through 2020, 2021, and 2022’s first quarter.
Got my coffee. Here’s the song. Enjoy.
Quantum Entanglefloof
Quantum Entanglefloof (floofinition) – 1. A cosmic, mystic connection between animals, or between an animal and human.
In use: “Even when separated, quantum entanglefloof kept Sharry and her cats and dogs floofchronized; they knew when she was coming home, no matter how she arrived nor the time. The house cameras showed them all standing, stretching, and yawning about a minute before she reached the house, so that they were arrayed by the door, waiting for her, when she came in.”
2. The connections between animals and the planet or stars, which allow animals to know something is happening before humans.
In use: “About seven minutes before the earthquake, quantum entanglefloof notified the local animal life it was about to happen. As word spread via telefloofthy, they began howling, meowing, and pawing in alarm, trying to warn the humans.”
Friday’s Theme Music
Sunshine blazed into the valley at 6:19 AM, kicking out some of the chillier air and chasing the clouds and night away. It’s now 40 F, and the clouds have scurried back into view after recovering from Sol’s surprise. We’ll be ranging up to the upper fifties this AM before sunset at *drumroll* 8 PM this evening.
Mom is in surgery today, back in PA. She’ll be 86 this year, has emphysema and a pacemaker, and suffers a swollen foot because sixteen lymph nodes were removed a few years ago, along peripheral neuropathy. This surgery is to remove a large fatty deposit. She says it’s been bothering her for years and it’s gotten worse, so my thoughts circle toward her as the sun moves through the day and she goes through the process.
Today is Friday, April 22, 2022.
The neurons have “Manic Depression” by Jimi Hendrix (1967) swirling through the morning mental music stream. It’s a writing thing. A friend was celebrating his 90th birthday. His son is my friend and was an editor with one of the big publishing houses back at the century’s rollover. He suffered health issues and had to quit, and since has written one novel (that he hates) and is now trying to write again. He helps take care of his parents and their home, though, so that’s where his energy goes. He was speaking of his frustration while he was writing, trying to put it all together in something coherent, compelling, and worthy.
Out of that conversation, my neurons brought up the opening lines to “Manic Depression”:
Manic depression is searching my soul
I know what I want
But I just don’t know
How to go about getting it
Feeling, sweet feeling
Drops from my Fender’s fingers
Manic depression has a-captured my soul
h/t to AZLyrics.com
Stay positive, test neg., etc. I feel the need for caffeine. Here’s the music. Cheers
