Another Wandering Thought
My sister showed a photo of my nieces and nephews from fourteen years ago.
Some voice in me said, “Wow, that was fourteen years ago.”
Another voice of mine said, “Wow, that was just fourteen years ago.”
A third voice of mind said, “That was fourteen years ago?”
A fourth voice observed, “Look how they’ve grown and changed in fourteen years.”
If it takes a village, I might be okay. I got one thriving in my head.
Raw
Be my guest
No one said
But I made myself
At home
Sitting where I please
Drinking what I wanted
Gazing where I chose
Till one said
Who you looking at
And another asked
Why are you here
What are you doing
So I shrugged
Smiled
Drank
And told them
Being
Me
*This post is part of Linda Hill’s SoCS fun at The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 13, 2026 |
Floofmaniac
Floofmaniac (floofinition) – A person who has an uncontrollable impulse to love, pet, or be with animals. Origins: FLOOFO +MANIA, FLOOFMANIA, first noted use in 1945.
In Use: “The net became a floofmaniac’s dream as videos of playing animals and animals loving and helping each other exploded across the globe.”
In Use: “Sylvia demonstrated early floofmaniac tendencies, first with stuff animals, but swiftly graduating to real animals, eventually starting a career at eleven years old to fund animal rescues and help pay for animal food and health.”
Michael Seidel, writer 