SoCS from the Pod: What’s Old is New Again

*sniff, sniff, sniff* “Hello? Are you new around here?” “Huh? What? Ummm…no. Been here before.” *sniff, sniff, sniff* “Oh, hey Ziva. Where have you been?” “In hell.” “Where?” “In prison.” “Prison?” “Are you going to keep asking stupid questions?” “Not if you don’t. I am only wondering where you’ve been the last four days. I thought something was missing and now I realize it was your blaring snores.” “Well, I’m back. Mom rescued me from prison.” “What’s a prison?” “ThatRead more

Baby Girl – Cee’s B&W Photo Challenge

“This week our topic is Pets and Farm Animals. Be creative if you feel like it, and fun with this challenge this week. Remember your photos needs to be black and white, desaturated, sepia (brown tones) or selective color.  I’m looking forward to seeing what you all come up. Feel free to take new photos or dig through your archives.  The main object of this challenge is to have fun.” This photo of my baby girl, Ziva, was taken five yearsRead more

A Bad Remake

“It’s the same thing every day, Clean up your room, stand up straight, pick up your feet, take it like a man, be nice to your sister, don’t mix beer and wine ever…oh yeah, don’t drive on the railroad tracks.” ~Phil Connors~ Groundhog Day It’s Day 72 of working from home during a pandemic. I’m fine except some days I feel like Phil, on repeat, only as a woman with a brother. While no two days have been exactly alike,Read more

THEY are…

“Who’s the Baby?” ~Iliza Shlesinger~ She is The cuddler The one who lays against me and vibrates I cannot hold her in my arms but I love her still I cannot rub the squishy beige belly but willingly it’s offered She is The snoring machine The one who loudly makes her way through sleep The queen of her cat kingdom The Baby   He is The social one The one who kneads biscuits from human flesh I can hold himRead more

The Green Room

Why must I be your prisoner, locked in the pistachio green room all day? I have given you perfect love and constant, faithful loyalty I speak your name every day, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but you order me to shut up. I devour your daily tuna fare and brazenly beg for more. You are held in motherly high esteem, yet, here I am, locked in the square green room. The days can be hollow and lonely. IfRead more

Musings from the Pod

Hey Gibbs, what do you think it’s like to be a dog? Gross. Really? That’s your answer? Yes. Dogs are gross and they live gross lives. Why do you say that? Because they sniff each others’ butts. Gibbs, you smell my butt. Way more than I like. That’s because your butt smells nice, unlike gross dog butt. My butt smells like poo and feline female. How is that not gross? And how do you know what a dog’s butt smellsRead more

Three-Letter Word

“To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.”   ~Mark Twain~ Yes, one can divide their joy with other human beings. Or with a cat. Just before I took this photograph, Gibbs buried his face under my left bicep, into the armpit, kneading a couple of ribs. He was having a “you-left-me-all-alone-again-and-I-really-really-really-missed-you” moment. Ziva had obviously not been a comfort to Gibbs today other than with the drone of her inconsistent, pug-like snoring.Read more