He keeps his eyes closed
expecting that whatever
is there will go on
Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
He keeps his eyes closed
expecting that whatever
is there will go on
5:43 AM. 8:33 PM. That defines the daylight hours for this Sunday, May 23, 2021 in the valley. Nine hundred and fifty minutes. Ten minutes from a full one thousand minutes of daylight hours, excluding the residuals that are noted before sunrise and after sunset.
We’re warming up again. Nothing too hot today, probably the low seventies, but rain is projected to visit again during the week’s early days. Again, no complaints; rain welcome here. It’s needed.
We’ve been talking about moving. Western Pennsylvania, eastern Ohio, where we have family. Droughts and wildfires have wearied us. We like small towns, though. Coffee shops, bakeries, and book stores are big drawing points. But which? That’s the challenge. We’ll probably need to move into the general area, rent a place, and explore. We’ve moved enough times after twenty years in the military. Another four moves were seen in the twenty après military years. That all leads me to John Mellencamp’s 1985 song, “Small Town”. It’s good enough for me for Sunday’s theme music.
Stay positive, test negative, stay up with the masks, and get the vax. Cheers
They went to the library
because three new books were on hold,
ready for pick up
and they’d finished six books
so they needed to be returned.
Then they walked around town,
enjoying the mild spring day,
before deciding to go to the Co-op.
Because it’d been so long.
While they were there,
they picked up sandwiches,
chips,
and locally baked pastries.
Then walked back up to the car
and got a library book each,
and walked through the breeze in the park’s sun and shade
until they found a picnic table.
Whereupon they sat,
eating and reading in silence
until two hours later,
when she said,
“I’m cold. Let’s go home.”

Floof Club (floofinition) – Underground organization created and run by animals as a support group, with an additional mission of improving the world for animals.
In use: “Floof Club has twelve rules, but the first rule is, whenever you talk about Floof Club, use a language or dialect that humans can’t understand.”
Hi. Saturday here. Sun came in and got me up at 5:44. I tried to let you sleep in but Sun kept cajoling me to woke you guys. I never know what Sun I’m going to get. Talk about moody. One day, he’s bright and sunny, warm and friendly, then, the next hour, he feels good and distant. Sun is a bit withdrawn today, sulking behind some clouds, spitefully withholding his heat. Don’t know the deal with Sun. He says he’s gonna hang around here until about 8:36 in the evening. Hope he warms up some by then.
You seem happy to see me. Am I right? Good. I’m happy to see you, too.
They tell me that I’m May 22, 2021. Okay. I don’t put much into that ‘date’ thing. I’m a day, okay? Always was, always will be. Though, let me tell you, around days, I’m one of the more stable ones. Seriously. Monday is often depressed, down, a little rushed, harried. Tuesday is okay, I guess. Wednesday, though, Wednesday often doesn’t know what to do with himself. On the one hand, he tells everyone, gotta work, gotta get this thing done, but then goes back and says, screw it. Leave it for Thursday. Then, Thursday is like, I don’t want it, let’s just go have a drink, get a little crazy, okay? Friday is left to get serious and pick up the slack a lot of the times, which, you know, is totally against his style, feel me? Then there’s Sunday. Gotta love Sunday. So laid back and relaxed, not a care in the world. Sometimes I wish I was more like Sunday.
Anyway, I got some music going on in my head, “Cheap Sunglasses” by ZZ Top. Know it? Came out in 1979. Now there was a year. The things I could tell you…but I won’t. “Cheap Sunglasses” is a fun song. Nothing deep to it, but lots of guitar. Just be like old Saturday, kick back and enjoy it, know what I’m sayin’?
Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask when you got to, and get the vax. All the days are doing it. You should, too.
Floof Pas (floofinition) – An animal’s significant or embarrassing blunder or mistake.
In use: “Cats often cover a floof pas like a poorly executed jump by sitting down and coolly washing, as if saying, ‘I meant to do that.'”
Therafloof (floofinition) – Animal who helps others heal, or comforts others when they’re injured, ill, or tired.
In use: “Studies have shown that therafloofs can lower blood pressure, reduce stress, and make life more bearable.”

Just another fuzzy Friday. My I-don’t-have-to-work-day. My drink a cup-of-coffee day. Which makes it like every day, except the fuzzy part. It’s fuzzy with clouds and rain out there (yes — we like rain!) although a few degrees warmer (gonna be a struggle to reach sixty F today) would be appreciated.
This is May 21, 2021. May, and 2021, are storming past. The sun put some light in the sky at 5:45 AM and will take its gift of light and heat away at 8:31 PM here in the valley. The cats are quite ambivalent about it all, going out, coming in, searching for sunshine, hurrying from rain, sheltering from the winds that kick up, meowing at me to fix it before finding an inside place to retire for a few hours.
Thinking of what stage we’re at with the coronavirus, and what stage I’m at with different projects, dredged the ZZ Top song, “Stages”, up from 1986 memories into the active memory stream. “Stages keep on changing,” they sing, and they’re right. We’re at a stage with the COVID-19 crises where the mask guidance is changing, a stage where we’re waiting to see what’ll happen with variants and the vaccine, a stage where we wait to see if herd immunity can be achieved, a stage where we wait to see what the new normal will be.
Stay positive, test negative, listen to the music, wear a mask as needed, and get the vax. Cheers