Sometimes when it’s late at night and I’m just drifting off to sleep, I’ll think about things… I think about friends, memories, my parrot (Mr. Feathers) and ants. Good heavens the ants!
If scientists ever built a house that would enable us to live on the sun, I’d be really excited…but not too excited, because I’m more of a moon guy.
He sat on the levy and stared out at the bayou. The sun would be coming up soon and he needed to get back to his levy- mud-cave and tell the other clown vampires that his idea that they should all wear squeaky shoes had just cost them the lives of two of the most loveable clown vampires you could ever meet. (Rest in peace Fangy and Joel)
Long walks had a way clearing his head. Every time he took a long walk he wondered why he did not do it more often. Something about the fresh air and his feet hitting the ground that seemed to melt away stress and calm him in some calming way. Even when it was cold and windy or raining, he loved these long walks. Pretty soon he started doing them daily and if he missed one, he would pitch a fit and crawl under his desk in the fetal position and suck his thumb. He also loved naps and fresh milk.
Mike asked how my writing was going. “Not that well Mike. Thanks for asking.” I got so angry that I ran outside and chopped down a tree. The tree fell on Mike’s car and he was furious. To smooth things over I threw my ax down and ran like the dickens.
“Rusty” is what they called him and he really hadn’t given it much thought since the moniker was hung on him back in grade school. He couldn’t even remember why he was called Rusty. Maybe it was because he had red hair, or maybe it was because he had a rusty nail permanently lodged in his forehead.
Sometimes I find myself thinking back to critical moments in my life and pondering whether the decision I made at the time was the right one. In hindsight it is clear which path is correct, yet at the time I made the best decision I could with the information that I had.
We have to take our gut feelings, our intuitions and the facts as we know them, and make a call and live with the consequences. I may not always appreciate the consequences of past decisions, but I have to be careful not to beat myself up too much about making a foolish choice, when at the time, the foolishness of the choices wasn’t obvious.
This type contemplation takes patience and work and is not the natural course that most humans follow. If I were a dog I could avoid all of this internal wrangling and tussling and not have to deal with this vexing turmoil. This is because a choice made two years ago by a dog is like a choice made 14 years ago in dog years. Somehow this makes me feel better because I was so young and only had the intellect of a dog (or puppy) which prevented me from knowing that catching my tail was a pointless and fruitless exercise only resulting in frustration and sharp pains of embarrassment, humiliation, and a mouth full of tail fur.
I’m just now getting over a cold and I’m almost giddy. There’s nothing like feeling bad for a few days to make you appreciate feeling good. If I could just get this bear trap off my leg, then life would be a bowl of peaches. Hey, but no more sniffles!
I always find it funny when I’m stranded in my house after a big snow storm. It is even funnier when they cut the heat off because I haven’t paid the bill. What is even funnier is when all I have to eat is cat food. Okay, I see this not making sense. My mistake. In the preceding sentences change the word “I” to “you” and then it is funny. (Except for the first “I”, leave that one alone). Okay, now I’m confused, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I get a kick out of the thought of you being cold and eating pet food.
I’m playing around with my blog format. I’m working on some fresh new post that will be sure to tickle your funny bone and then gently talk you back down to reality and then crash on the couch for a few days.