Go Away

I see, said he. What do you want of me? To play in my tree? To speak softly with glee? To be in my face rather than feeding me? I have an answer to all You, human, are my devotee   What shall I make of this? Your camera bliss You have run amiss with your misplaced hubris You created a crisis A supreme antithesis of sleep and rhyme I shall need psychoanalysis whatever the $%#@*&% that is To endRead more

SoCS from the Pod: The Word

Hey Gibbs? Hang on a minute. Finishing up some business in the sandbox. I hope you’re not leaving a stinker again. Maybe. Make sure you cover. Why? I like the smell of me. Yeah, but mom doesn’t. Be considerate for a change. Whatever. Okay, I’m done. What do you want? What are we supposed to be writing for mom today? I think it has to do with a stream of something and a word. I did that in the box.Read more

Three Times

Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time. ― Marthe Troly-Curtin It’s Sunday as I type, and eight inches of expected snow is falling to the ground. White and fluffy and accumulative. Meanwhile, a marathon of NCIS Los Angeles is playing on the TV and Gibbs the cat can’t make up his mind if he’s needy, hungry or needy. It is all I can do to not “waste time” on the couch. Lay sideways. Nap. Watch TV. It’s that kind ofRead more

Warmth of a Smug Embrace

At last you show your face smiling, glowing a bit smug absent you were betrayer deserter hiding in ashiness depression cover of darkness for days twelve or more I could not see your smile or feel the warmth of an embrace damp tired is what I felt and sleep wanted to sleep You’re here now giving life and breath to my soul I love to soak up your being praise your existence fall to the ground thank God for withoutRead more

Grumbles and Yawns

Monday morning comes ’round on the whisper of fleeting darkness It spreads across the horizon in hues of navy and crimson or surrounded by the mist of winter’s fog New life, new breath New work week Monday never knows what joy or sadness or need of coffee it brings It simply is Accepted as a day to start over or cursed by the loss of the past two days Monday is both love and dread Smiles and frowns Monday followsRead more

SoCS: The Preposition Behind a Cliff

Upon a Friday sunny I shall write concerning this stream that follows through with a prompt on behalf of Dear Linda. It’s about 6:00 pm and I am brain dead. The cats are sleeping on the bed, the laundry is spinning around, and from within my stomach growls. I need food, not prepositions. I want quiet, not wordy words. From beneath the patio, I hear the neighbors drive in. Then they drive out. I wish they would stay home, haulRead more

SoCS: A Trail of Instructions

It’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Linda Hill is asking bloggers to do this: “Write instructions for anything you know how to do. As detailed or as rambling as you’d like.” Really? Write instructions for something I know? Gah! I’ve spent a few hours this week writing instructions for a Human Resources manual. I’ve spent a larger number of hours on this beast since the beginning of the year, assisting colleagues around the state who operate in the same position.Read more

Between the Cotton Sheets

Her muffled, fearful yelp woke him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as his hand fell softly across the ivory of her shoulder. “Did you have a nightmare?” “Yes, it was awful. I was living in a house with snakes.” “Really? That sounds incredibly creepy.” Margo rolled over onto her right side, toward her love, the angst of a slithery dream still fresh on her face. “It was so weird, as if living with snakes was normal. They were everywhere –Read more

Musings from the Pod VI: 10 Minutes

“Alas, poor mackerel in a can. I knew it, Ziva, a fish of infinite taste, of most excellent cuisine. It hath borne me on my lips several times, and now, how cherished in my imagination it is! I want to gorge upon it!” “Gibbs, what are you doing?” “I’m filling in for mom, writing for her blog. What do you think?” “No.” “No? I thought I was giving everyone a bit of cat culture.” “By bastardizing Shakespeare?” “How did youRead more

It’s Okay!

At first, I LOL’d over Monday’s “Shame Your Pet” cat calendar page. I have a cat that yowls at 3:00 am out of pride for the smelly Baby Ruth he leaves uncovered in the litter box. Yeah, cats are weird. Then again… There are times when I think we’d all like to yowl about something at 3:00 am or any time of the day over the things that bring us joy. The first bike ride of the season. The coolestRead more

Faithfully Home

  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7 Mom found her way home last Friday, February 15, 2019. Home to her family of 15, home to her husband Evan, and home to her Savior, Jesus Christ. It was time for the dementia to take a hike and for Pauline to feel freedom from her physical restraints. Mom went peacefully in her sleep, a blessing that most of us desire whenRead more

SoCS: Miss Downtrodden

Impoverished existence Empty, hollow I can hardly breathe Barely swallow   Ziva? Yes mom? I hope you’re not writing about yourself. Ummm…maybe… Really?   Starvation chases Empty, hollow I can barely think Death follows   Ziva! Yes mom? Have you called the ASPCA? Ummm…maybe… Really?   Sleep eludes Empty, hollow…   Ziva! What? Sleep is your middle name. It doesn’t feel like it. Really?   Sleep eludes Empty, hollow I can scarcely rest Self-pity wallows   Ziva? Yes mom? AnyRead more