Nathan's home on the River

I drove down to look at the river which is where I met Nathan a while ago. I smelled a camp fire and disovered his house. We chatted. I was excited by his skills and resourcefulness. His house defines 'upcycle'. He also built the fence.
I asked him if he needed any cash and after many moments he said yes. I pulled out a handful of one dollar bills from my bag.
There was a brief silence and then I said, I am NOT a stripper!
He heartily laughed.
I returned today with several filled totes, a suitcase, and a backpack.
He was outside working on the place when I pulled up. I called to him, he waved and started over to the car. As I pulled out a suitcase from the trunk I announced I was moving in.
He heartily laughed.
I lived on the Streets for three months when I was 15. I also hitchhiked cross country during that time in 1969. It was an adventure I wouldn't want to repeat.


The Big Fuck Back

I inadvertently coined 'FuckBack'.
This occurred when some chump at in the Wild pressed his front against my back. I was trying to say get back and fuck off! He understood though, threw his hands to his shoulders and said, OK, OK!

The City is the New Black #2. Also St Louis Noir


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.


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.




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.