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Got myself clouds today. Today belongs more to late October than September ... wind is stepping too... BabyDoll says "Hey! how about closing the door? It's a bit cool out there." But I don't. I've never closed my door in the face of an autumn wind. Never will. B'Doll says, "Well then can we at least close the windows?" You bet, Doll, I can do that.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
(The Correspondence of Decret & Seep)
Dear Decret,
I know it's hard to fathom but it's true. I do live at the triple sevens. On a rural route. Now get ahold of yourself. No need for you to go off on your numbers thing. You know how you get.
Seep
PS - Many misinformed lions no longer seem to imagination the stretch anymore. But that's mostly to be forgotten or expected, the same as a fantasy about someone's older sister come floating back. Nothing alive back there except that now.
PSS - It's funny what will test the years. To see them fall or become sand or great trees.
The sky as machine, the same as where we go when we look out there. That's how it seems to me anyways.
Your friend,
Seep
Dear Decret,
I know it's hard to fathom but it's true. I do live at the triple sevens. On a rural route. Now get ahold of yourself. No need for you to go off on your numbers thing. You know how you get.
Seep
PS - Many misinformed lions no longer seem to imagination the stretch anymore. But that's mostly to be forgotten or expected, the same as a fantasy about someone's older sister come floating back. Nothing alive back there except that now.
PSS - It's funny what will test the years. To see them fall or become sand or great trees.
The sky as machine, the same as where we go when we look out there. That's how it seems to me anyways.
Your friend,
Seep
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
The Correspondence of Decret & Seep
Dear Seep,
You're fucked as usual, Seep. I never know what you're talking about. And no one lives at seven-seven-seven anything. Period. And what the hell is it with you & all the animal imagery? I think you should have been born during the Ice Ages. I know it's what you really dream about. Your first wife had many sisters I know. As long as you're fantasizing about her older sister what about her younger one? I hope you don't wear the same hat you jack off into. But it wouldn't surprise me.
Decret
PS - Thanks for the blueberry pie &
the fresh whipped cream. Reminded me of
a woman once near & dear to my heart.
Dear Seep,
You're fucked as usual, Seep. I never know what you're talking about. And no one lives at seven-seven-seven anything. Period. And what the hell is it with you & all the animal imagery? I think you should have been born during the Ice Ages. I know it's what you really dream about. Your first wife had many sisters I know. As long as you're fantasizing about her older sister what about her younger one? I hope you don't wear the same hat you jack off into. But it wouldn't surprise me.
Decret
PS - Thanks for the blueberry pie &
the fresh whipped cream. Reminded me of
a woman once near & dear to my heart.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Dear mingo,
I have read through most (not all, but I am working in that direction) of this thread and I find it most refreshing. A garden of sorts, me thinks and was wondering if you would mind if I hung out here a bit?
The idea of a sanctuary sounds good to me, with art and conversation and rambles and poetry and letters. I hope you don't mind that I feel right at home or make myself comfortable. The art is astounding and unique...all the little points of interest along the way, studied carefully. The banter seems genial enough with points of conflict like salt on a tomato...one does need salt on a good tomato.
I saw a Rufus Sided Towhee in our pomegranate trees yesterday. It was so exciting as I have never seen one in our yard before. A flash like a small blaze in the heart of the spilling fruit. I guess it was really no big deal as they are not rare but I imagined one of our seeds springing to life in Guadalajara next spring where that Towhee pooped it. Pomegranates of the like never seen before would appear in the Market and many would marvel at their plump beauty and juicy sensual seediness. Pretty soon our trees would cover all of Central and South America all because of one bird in our yard.
Last night we had a huge thunderstorm and a cool front roll through. I sat on our second story deck, under the awning in the fury of the storm. Feeling brazen and afraid at the same time as I sat in an old metal rocker. Wondering if in the next moment I would be gone in a flash. Wouldn't that be a way to go? But the storm called to me, its intensity and lightning strikes mesmerizing. I was intoxicated by the sights and sounds and could not move until some kind of sense or fear prevailed and I moved to the wooden rocker...just in case.
Thank you for your indulgence and if I am deemed a pest, kindly please let me know, for I never know until past tense.
SooZen
I have read through most (not all, but I am working in that direction) of this thread and I find it most refreshing. A garden of sorts, me thinks and was wondering if you would mind if I hung out here a bit?
The idea of a sanctuary sounds good to me, with art and conversation and rambles and poetry and letters. I hope you don't mind that I feel right at home or make myself comfortable. The art is astounding and unique...all the little points of interest along the way, studied carefully. The banter seems genial enough with points of conflict like salt on a tomato...one does need salt on a good tomato.
I saw a Rufus Sided Towhee in our pomegranate trees yesterday. It was so exciting as I have never seen one in our yard before. A flash like a small blaze in the heart of the spilling fruit. I guess it was really no big deal as they are not rare but I imagined one of our seeds springing to life in Guadalajara next spring where that Towhee pooped it. Pomegranates of the like never seen before would appear in the Market and many would marvel at their plump beauty and juicy sensual seediness. Pretty soon our trees would cover all of Central and South America all because of one bird in our yard.
Last night we had a huge thunderstorm and a cool front roll through. I sat on our second story deck, under the awning in the fury of the storm. Feeling brazen and afraid at the same time as I sat in an old metal rocker. Wondering if in the next moment I would be gone in a flash. Wouldn't that be a way to go? But the storm called to me, its intensity and lightning strikes mesmerizing. I was intoxicated by the sights and sounds and could not move until some kind of sense or fear prevailed and I moved to the wooden rocker...just in case.
Thank you for your indulgence and if I am deemed a pest, kindly please let me know, for I never know until past tense.
SooZen
Freedom's just another word...
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You're welcome here anytime, sooZ. Don't matter if you're just doing a drive-by or you want to linger or you drop a word or two. You can jot, dot or write a novella if you please. Be glad to see ya here anytime.
Enjoyed your ramble with the towhee. One of my grandfathers was always keeping an eye out for towhees. Binoculars & all. We do get a little salt on our tomatoes around here from time to time but like you say a good tomato needs a little salt. So enjoy yourself how ever you please & hope ya like it all enough to hang with it. I'm glad you're here.
Enjoyed your ramble with the towhee. One of my grandfathers was always keeping an eye out for towhees. Binoculars & all. We do get a little salt on our tomatoes around here from time to time but like you say a good tomato needs a little salt. So enjoy yourself how ever you please & hope ya like it all enough to hang with it. I'm glad you're here.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
I've heard you & cec mention the shows before. I understand it is something ya'll do regular. If you get a chance drop me off here a couple of pics of your setup. Appreciate it. Nancy & I used to do the powwows around here a few years ago. We did beadwork. I still like messing with the beads though it is not something I do regular anymore. I used to get off more on designing the patterns for our bags than actually making them. I have a bead design program on my 'puter and I would get lost in there for hours. If you're interested I'll see if I can dig out a pattern or two and post them. Have a good time at your show.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
My Babydoll's sister is dying of cancer. The deathwatch has been set. Family is gathered 'round. I had to go rescue my girl this afternoon. She's been at her sister's bedside every day for the past ten. I said, "C'mon, you are going home." But she's going "I can't I can't I can't what if something happens?" - "If something happens someone will sure enough call you." I answered. "You need some sleep." Got her home and tucked in. I'll be the one making supper later. Already got the phone in the kitchen. Ya know, I'm sure there is some good people out there working on this thing. I'm sure they are working as hard as they can. But I've been listening to statistics and calls for money and heard all the reports on "progress towards a cure" & more calls for money and listened as victims say they have to give up this body part and that body part to feed this ruthless bitch & spend more than they make on the pill pushers & doctors just to end up dying anyway & more calls for money ... money money money ... I'm tired of being told I don't understand the depth of the problem. That there is a real effort being made ... E-fucking-nough! It's time we spent less on bullets politicians space stations cow farts global warming and FOCUSED for once. I would that every cancer doctor, every cancer "specialist", every cancer researcher, every cancer drugmaker could be made to stand next to the beds of those dying from this disease and I would push the heads of every last blessed one of them down close enough to those wasted bodies until the smell & stink of that filled every last atom of their being. That might produce some real motivation. Ya think ?
Anyways ... this is where the Mingo stands this day, & this is what he sees.
Anyways ... this is where the Mingo stands this day, & this is what he sees.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Today was like ridin' a pony thru the sea. Exited a kelp bed with angelfish in my hair & a penquin in my pocket. Seahorses in my shoes. Squish squish.
Canadian geese going over. I've always liked their inflight call.
The house I grew up in had a set of railroad tracks running behind it. They were my way into the woods. We were out in the country. They were easy to walk and you could get to where you wanted to go and never encounter a house but you could hear the voices, mostly of kids, coming back at ya through the woods from the houses up along the roads that were about a half mile from the tracks on either side of you. The trains stopped using that line somewhere about '61 or so. Today the trees have grown so thick up around them that walking the old line is like entering into a cave. I've done it a few times over the past couple of years. But I discovered that the old line is haunted. Haunted thick by no voices. I don't walk there no more.
Getting dark early. Forgot how close we are to the equinox. Think I'll make me a hamburger & cheese omelet. Gonna pig out. Didn't realize how hungry I am. Sizzle sizzle.
Done &
Canadian geese going over. I've always liked their inflight call.
The house I grew up in had a set of railroad tracks running behind it. They were my way into the woods. We were out in the country. They were easy to walk and you could get to where you wanted to go and never encounter a house but you could hear the voices, mostly of kids, coming back at ya through the woods from the houses up along the roads that were about a half mile from the tracks on either side of you. The trains stopped using that line somewhere about '61 or so. Today the trees have grown so thick up around them that walking the old line is like entering into a cave. I've done it a few times over the past couple of years. But I discovered that the old line is haunted. Haunted thick by no voices. I don't walk there no more.
Getting dark early. Forgot how close we are to the equinox. Think I'll make me a hamburger & cheese omelet. Gonna pig out. Didn't realize how hungry I am. Sizzle sizzle.
Done &
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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had a saturday visit with my sis-in-law. she's recovered from a stage 4 type lymphoma. She was lucky enough to get a stem-cell transplant. She's healthy now, just trying to get out of those chemo after-effects.
it's something of a miracle. i'm amazed.
some doctors have smelled the options and prefer life. Her doctor is a treasure. There are treasures but not a lot. Not enough treasures in the medical profession or i guess any profession. But some exist.
sometimes, a treasure pops into our life.
i'm so sorry for nancy and her sister and the family. when the end draws near, it seems out of place for me to suggest lemon grass tea, but the miracle it sometimes does for cancer patients might help the cancer patient's family to be strong.
hope nancy gets to drink a cup or two
it's something of a miracle. i'm amazed.
some doctors have smelled the options and prefer life. Her doctor is a treasure. There are treasures but not a lot. Not enough treasures in the medical profession or i guess any profession. But some exist.
sometimes, a treasure pops into our life.
i'm so sorry for nancy and her sister and the family. when the end draws near, it seems out of place for me to suggest lemon grass tea, but the miracle it sometimes does for cancer patients might help the cancer patient's family to be strong.
hope nancy gets to drink a cup or two
Not out of place of you at all, judi. And thank you. I am glad it's turning out well for your sis-in-law. Somebody needs to sing & Somebody needs to dance because cancer is no place any of the living need to be. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go & get some lemongrass tea.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
I am so sorry to hear about your wife's sister. I know about the ravages of that dis-ease. I also know about the frustrations you must be feeling and your families' despair.
Before I became an artist full time, I started a support group for families of children with cancer as our youngest was diagnosed with leukemia when he was but two. I spent 11 years in that field and I became very activist about it but that is a long story...
Nathan's doctor was one of those that Judih talked about. Totally devoted to the children and their families. Nate underwent chemo and spinal taps and bone marrow aspirations for three years before he rallied and he was given little chance of survival. He is still here, 30 years later but then he leads a charmed life. In the meantime, with that doctor's help, we started all kinds of family services including a summer camp, food closet, sibling support, yadda yadda.
I have an issue with some of the organizations like the American Cancer Society because I saw first hand that some are not interested in curing cancer. Their livelihoods depend on it. As President of the Candlelighters Childhood Cancer Foundation in Washington...I had a close view of the politics of cancer and it stunk. It wasn't so much the doctors as it was insurance companies, boards of directors, hospitals, etc. The real money grubbers.
The doctors and nurses were mostly another breed, most especially the ones that choose oncology...it is heartbreak hill, and most of them (not all, but most) were devoted and caring and loving people who tried to do the best for the patients. I also realize, this is not always the case. Nathan has always lucked out when it came to his specialists and he has had many.
I hope to die quickly without wasting away but who knows? Suffering is never easy but I believe it is hardest on the ones that must watch their beloved ones go that way. Dad died of lymphoma in 2006 and it broke my heart to watch him shrink away but he didn't experience a lot of pain (thanks to palliative measures), we did tho. My heart goes out to you and yours.
Our day really sucked but seems insignificant to your issues. I may arrive at the show this morning and find my work swept away, the tent gone or destroyed and mtmynds' canvases, photos and prints soaked or worse. A gigantic thunderstorm swept through here last night after we closed up our tent and came home. Winds were supposed to be in the 60 mph range and it poured. Those tents are not made for that. Not much sleep last night either as I imagine the worst and hope for the best.
Before I became an artist full time, I started a support group for families of children with cancer as our youngest was diagnosed with leukemia when he was but two. I spent 11 years in that field and I became very activist about it but that is a long story...
Nathan's doctor was one of those that Judih talked about. Totally devoted to the children and their families. Nate underwent chemo and spinal taps and bone marrow aspirations for three years before he rallied and he was given little chance of survival. He is still here, 30 years later but then he leads a charmed life. In the meantime, with that doctor's help, we started all kinds of family services including a summer camp, food closet, sibling support, yadda yadda.
I have an issue with some of the organizations like the American Cancer Society because I saw first hand that some are not interested in curing cancer. Their livelihoods depend on it. As President of the Candlelighters Childhood Cancer Foundation in Washington...I had a close view of the politics of cancer and it stunk. It wasn't so much the doctors as it was insurance companies, boards of directors, hospitals, etc. The real money grubbers.
The doctors and nurses were mostly another breed, most especially the ones that choose oncology...it is heartbreak hill, and most of them (not all, but most) were devoted and caring and loving people who tried to do the best for the patients. I also realize, this is not always the case. Nathan has always lucked out when it came to his specialists and he has had many.
I hope to die quickly without wasting away but who knows? Suffering is never easy but I believe it is hardest on the ones that must watch their beloved ones go that way. Dad died of lymphoma in 2006 and it broke my heart to watch him shrink away but he didn't experience a lot of pain (thanks to palliative measures), we did tho. My heart goes out to you and yours.
Our day really sucked but seems insignificant to your issues. I may arrive at the show this morning and find my work swept away, the tent gone or destroyed and mtmynds' canvases, photos and prints soaked or worse. A gigantic thunderstorm swept through here last night after we closed up our tent and came home. Winds were supposed to be in the 60 mph range and it poured. Those tents are not made for that. Not much sleep last night either as I imagine the worst and hope for the best.
Freedom's just another word...
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Thanks sooZ. After your response & judih's I'm a bit remorseful about my post. Thank you for your gracious sentiments. I appreciate them. Whenever I see something wrong that should be right it lights a fire under me and the anger will burn hot. Ain't no wildfire burning out of control anywhere got anything on me when the spark falls... I believe in God and the Son he sent us but sometimes I find myself leveling my finger even on both of them when the fit is on me...anyways...didn't know about the troubles of your son. I'm glad he's still here and a big thank you out to the Doc & others that helped ya'll out. I see from your words that a lot of good came out of all that. God bless.
I'm hoping your tent & items survived the blow. We have not had our usual quota of thunderstorms this past season. We can get some real stompers up here in the woods. But not this year. Woke up this morning to 36 old fashioned degrees of fahrenheit. Ain't seen a reading in the 30's since early May. Tell Nate I said Hi and long live your tent.
I'm hoping your tent & items survived the blow. We have not had our usual quota of thunderstorms this past season. We can get some real stompers up here in the woods. But not this year. Woke up this morning to 36 old fashioned degrees of fahrenheit. Ain't seen a reading in the 30's since early May. Tell Nate I said Hi and long live your tent.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Mingo's Chi Tai -- Move#1
Open your door and pass through it. Once on the outside yield to gravity and fall down. If & when you rise again you cannot be conquered for the rest of the day by anything from without or anything from within.
(Actually, calling this Move#1 is a misnomer. In Mingo's Chi Tai it is the only move.)
Open your door and pass through it. Once on the outside yield to gravity and fall down. If & when you rise again you cannot be conquered for the rest of the day by anything from without or anything from within.
(Actually, calling this Move#1 is a misnomer. In Mingo's Chi Tai it is the only move.)
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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