Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Let me in let me in let me in let me in!
This is not how the day should begin!
I shouldn’t be out there while you’re within.
And closing the door on me is a mighty sin.
How do I know that you’re well?
What would I do if you fell?
I’ve said it before, must I say it again?
Let me in let me in let me in let me in!
Floofenriched – (floofinition) Experiences, lives, or individuals improved by the presence of, participation of, or interactions with, animals.
In use: “During the COVID-19 pandemic, many individuals found that animals in the house floofenriched their cloistered existence, and adoptions rose sharply.”
Panfloofual (floofinition) – Not limited in choice or preference to one species or breed of animal.
In use: “Although people are professed cat or dog lovers, abundant households have people, especially children, who are panfloofual, playing with and loving birds, fish, lizards and reptiles, and guinea pigs and hamsters, among many, many other species.”
Floof Appeal (floofinition) 1. A indefinable essence emitted by some individuals which draws animals to them.
In use: “With Debra’s floof appeal, whenever she visited someone with pets, they inevitably gravitated to her, prompting jealousy in some because cats would stay in her lap and dogs would lick her hands and sit beside her, tail wagging like they were getting ready to fly away.”
2. Personality or looks which animals emanate or display which attracts humans or other animals.
In use: “Though glowing with floof appeal, Corky was a little standoffish and shy, but her looks made everyone want to befriend her.”
3. Urgent communication regarding the state or condition of an animal, or an appeal for help with an animal.
In use: “When Dot’s young rescue Huskies escaped her yard, she put out a floof appeal with photos and descriptions to multiple social media sites, and was soon rewarded with the dogs’ return.”
They slumber in vinca
or under the grill,
but you’ll never see them
because they stay so still.
They only come out when
something is offered to eat,
and that comes after the sun is setting,
and there’s a lot less heat.
They’re an independent floof of independent means,
(At least, that’s how they see it, just between you and me).
Going where they want, doing as they wish,
Eating off of everything,
Especially your dish.
You can tell them otherwise,
And order them, “Don’t you dare.”
And they’ll wait until you go away,
And then do what they please.
And though you may get angry,
You might even get mad,
You know when they’re gone,
You’ll be very, very sad.
Floofrock (floofinition) – 1. An animal which is dedicated to a routine or extremely loyal to another animal or individual.
In use: “Rising at six thirteen in the morning every day, immediately checking on everyone in the household, and then insisting on punctuality for every meal before going to bed at exactly eleven PM each night, Jack was a floofrock par excellence.”
2. A person or organization who displays consistent devotion to the care, rights, and well-being of animals.
In use: “The many people who foster animals are a floofrock of the movement to stop animal abuse and animal testing. Their work is slow but persistent, and results are coming in.”
Floofgle (floofinition) – To search for information or stories about animals on the web.
In use: “Interested in fostering animals, Joyce floogled ways to get involved with animal rescue organizations.”
Mood: 7 out of 10
Greetings from Ashlandia, where the parks are green and the mountains are brown.
It’s Thursday, August 3, 2023. We’re back in the personal dwelling called home. The floof boys are fine, although Papi is expressing his dismay that we dared to leave him for a few days. I miss my morning gaze off the back porch, looking west across the Pacific, and the rolling thunder and fresh smells associated with the water/land affair. Got a fix, at least, and the fix will last me a while.
67 F now in Ashlandia. The weather watchers have posted a high of 89-91 F for us. Blue skies and clear air rules the moment, so it’s not bad at all.
Catching up on the news. Following up on Oregon wildfires – yep, still burning, but no new ones down here. There is the Canadian-Washington fire to worry us. Hundreds of miles away, it doesn’t affect me personally (though it might say something about the air sometime); I just worry about what’s happening to the people, animals, lives, and existences up there.
Also following up on who died when we were limiting our news intake, just finding out about the worsening Niger situation, more deaths along the US border, and reading more deeply on the Obstruction Six indictments. The world goes on, you know?
The Neurons put the Stereophonics and their mellow song, “Maybe Tomorrow” from 2003, into the morning mental music stream (trademark miracle). Came about from remembering the line, “I want to swim in the ocean, I wanna take my time,” heard in my head yesterday as I took a last long gaze at the Pacific before turning the car inland.
Stay positive, and keep on keeping on, as they say. Coffee is up and so am I. Here’s the beats. Cheers
Mood: upbeat
We’re leaving the coast today and the coast weather has turned gray in sadness. Yes, that’s really what I tell myself.
It’s Wednesday (right? Is that right?), August 2, 2023. Beautiful weather until this morning. This still isn’t bad, just cool at 56 F, and a marine layer clouds. We still have that awesome ocean sight, smell, and sound. It’ll still be in the mid sixties here. Meanwhile, we’ll arrive home at 91 F. Gotta say, I’m looking forward to seeing my floof boys. I miss the goof balls when I don’t have regular access to them.
We’ll head north to see more of the coast. When we drove here, we dropped down into northern California, passing through a redwood forest, which is a wonder of its own. Now we’ll just zip north on 101 to Bandon and cut across the coastal mountains via Winston and pick up I5 south for our final leg.
The Neurons are driving “Route 66” through the morning mental music stream (trademark lost). Came about from conversations about what route to take home, natch. A terrific song, there are multiple grand covers of this song about. I ended up channeling John Mayer’s version from a Pixar movie.
Alright, fire up the coffee machine and let’s get on with the show. Be safe, be safe, be pos. It’s an exciting life. Can be depressing, can be uplifting. What what you can with the moods.
Here’s the tune. Cheers
Michael Seidel, writer 