His top ten lists are flexible. Whether it’s books, songs, musical groups, or places, mood and season seem to cause fluctuation. About his only constants is that blueberries keep eking out a win over watermelon as the top front and coffee just beats water as his favorite drink. For the record, beer is consistently third on that list, followed by red wine. Also for the record, water remains at the top of the most needed drink.
Monday’s Wandering Thought
Taking his coffee with him into the bathroom to brush his teeth after breakfast, he mused, “I don’t know. It feels like something is wrong with this scene.”
Floofshadowing
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.”
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.
Many Dreams
I’ve been under a barrage of dreams the last two nights. All of them have been as fleeting as me meteors on a summer night. One impression remains bold from one dream: I learned that Frank Sinatra was my father.
Bet that’ll be a surprise to Mom.
Thursday’s Theme Music
We have a new and improved Wednesday at our fingertips. Never sullied by human behavior before, this Wednesday is an ideal gift for Mom or Dad, big brother or little sister, or even —
Excuse me, just a moment. The Neurons are clamoring for my attention.
What? It’s not. Oh. Well.
Sorry for the typo. This is a new and improved Thursday.
Aw, forget it. The magic is gone, the spirit is ruined.
This is Thursday, October 20, 2022, brand new, etc.
Sunshine unveiled itself in our valley at 7:29 AM and will illuminate our life until it’s turned away at 6:21. It’s 57 F now but 86 F is foretold for this afternoon. But the plants are whispering, “Rain is coming.” Not today, but it’s coming.
I have “livin'” on my mind as part of song titles, like “Livin’ on A Prayer”, “Livin’ on A Wing”, “Livin’ on A Hill”, and “Livin’ in a Can”. Don’t know which of those is an actual song, except I’m sure the first one is a Bon Jovi tune. Rising to the moment, The Neurons have thrust “Feels Like the First Time” by Foreigner (1977) into the morning mental music stream. They explain that it fits right in with the fact that this day is a brand-new day. (Side bar: couldn’t they have just used Sting’s “Brand New Day”?) They explain that in the Foreigner song are the words, “Never will again, never again,” which, The Neurons think, makes sense for a brand-new day: it’ll never be again, so make the most of it.
I’ll give them that since I lack the coffee energy to debate them. Stay positive, test negative, etc. Here’s the music. Enjoy it. Also enjoy your brand-new day if you can. We’ll hopefully get another one tomorrow. Now it’s coffee for me.
Cheers
Demofloof
Demofloof (floofinition) – 1. An animal who shows or explains how things are done to other animals.
In use: “Parents, especially mothers, are often the demofloofs that young animals depend upon, but when the young are orphaned, other animals must take up the mantle of demofloof and show them how to be proper animals.”
2. An adherent of the premise of rule by animals.
In use: “Animals who witnessed and understood the butchery humans were inflicting on Earth were beginning the demofloof movement, advocating that animals should work together to reduce and limit human influence and take over.”
Wednesday’s Wandering Thought
His wife, as she sometimes does, came in and said, “Just making sure you’re alive,” and then left for the gym.
It’s something she’s been doing for a few years. But he’d recently stayed with his mother, who twice told him that she was going to send someone down to his room to see if he was alive when he visited her.
Just what kind of vibe was he giving off to others that they wondered if he was still alive?
Tuesday’s Wandering Thought
Everyone was worried about putting their trash cans out by the curb the night before pickup because of bears.
But most people’s trash cans are stored by the side of their house. Some are behind wooden fences, no doubt a robust protection against a bear (yeah, that’s snark). A bear can get these cans just as easily there as on the street, waiting for the trash collector. If they’re really concerned about bears getting into trash cans, they need to do a lot more than delay putting them out until the morning.
Michael Seidel, writer 