11/9/22

The City is the New Black

The city's new nights are serious, dark, and dangerous. It’s gangster black with loud business. I can’t see the yard the moon, delinquent.
I hate it here.
I require a large building. One room for the chandeliers.
Outdoors for the dogs. One is in witness protection.
I haven’t any authority here, no recognition or acknowledgement.
It’s dark. I rub the taurus 9ml.
I’m greeted by damp whispers when open the door for the dogs. Thick with confusion the voices are rabid. I draw down but my finger doesn't slide.

One Tree

Showing out with an array of different colors on each branch.

11/8/22

I love my Life it's so much Fun

At Home Depot chatting with an employee while buying mulch.
Me: WTF is up with all these toilets?????
Her: Somebody REALLY over ordered. The over stock is out here.
Me: No shit?
Her: So to speak.
Me: Were they fired?
Her: We are wondering. There's more inside on a top shelf. (Escorting me to aisle A)
Me: This is *quite* spectacular.

The Baby

TinkerBelle needs a Goddess Mother.

November

11/7/22

11/3/22

The Drive, The Ferry, Meppin, IL, and TinkerBelle.

A couple of colorful drives to Meppen, IL in October.
I crossed a ferry on the Mississippi to Calhoun County and wondered what century it was. I mean, a ferry!?
I realized I had been singing, Over the River and Through the Woods.
I met TinkerBelle (yes, that Belle honors Bellie) a couple of weeks ago. I allowed another two weeks to puppy proof our house and yard while taking some October day trips to Pist's Beaumont Antire house.
She had a bath before leaving. The man who bathed her Allowed me to help bathe her. He had been caring for her and the other puppies there. He loved her. He cried as he placed her in my car. My heart broke for him.
Within 4 hours of being here she learned to climb up the steps.
She's 30 pounds.
She smells Bellie's presence and requested to snooze in her former place on the sofa.

10/31/22

Dream. 2013

The dawn light was a dazzling naplam bright on a planet armed to the peaks.
Pist toasted me with a glass of sparkling wine in the kitchen. Bombs away, baby, he said.
I woke, choking.

I vant to suck your blood!

Happy Halloween! Beau. RIP.

10/30/22

The Big River, The Fall

I met some characters!
I heard a lot of birds!
The only sane person I met was Jordan. They whittled a needle for me while we talked along the shore of the Big River.