I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[SadLuckDame]

Oh you, haha. Putting down the questions and marking up the paintings, gotta get those hornets somehows, ain't it right.

mingo, dear, guess whats I'm up to...
I'm buying a car, finally. I'm nervous as heck over it, but it must bees in the cards. My first car, think I should name her something like Sally or Tracy. Might be best lucks to name them, then love em and they love back. I think that's how I shall do. I'll love her like.

I have questions too, and no way to get answers. It's not like I gots much control of anything, prolly not even of myself most the time. Control might be illusion anyway. I wish fate would smile a little more at me, stay a little longer, but ya know there's those dratty hornets stinging our zoom zooms.
Dear Lord, this is an interesting life we're living. Little bees.

[SadLuckDame]

K, we can talk of her.
We can talk about the birds and bees. Man it is more likely a bite, more bites than sting. Did it feel like that? She's prolly going down dizzy and coming back poisoned, but it's the bizzy of it all, the bee language housed in our little palms. She don't leave it alone, does she?

Must all bees on the lines.

[SadLuckDame]

Oh, you wanna know the questions?
They're just questions I've approached the catfish on,
but I think when I'm to be so serious, then he finds me more-so dull.
If I go to this type of conversation with him, it's more likely he yawns and says why not I be entertaining instead. He mights be rights, too.
Perhaps I'm boring to sit down with and just say those things the way I've said them.

I said catfish we could meets for coffee and that's when he packs a backpack and goes off to his Aunt Edna's for the week. I think, Oh! crow, even Edna is more to chats than I have. I don't want to bees uninteresting with him,
it's just I sometimes get so serious and I don't think he likes that. He eludes when I'm in such mood of questions. He'd rather keep me at play and to have my forgotten want-know. Usually I can stay happiest in play, too, I really am happy going forward, going to twirl, ya know.

But, sometimes I just wanna say catfish meet for coffee without his disappearance. I'm a frustrating bore, boring ya on this.

[the mingo]

nope, you're not boring - I've checked and know it to be true - not boring. You have the most singular ways of expressing yourself in moods & things. Yeah, that. Besides, no one else I know has talked to catfish. He sounds like Davis & The Kids, friends of mine unseen by the world from long ago who all lived in a big brick house from the century before last. We had good games. And ya gotta be careful you gonna go all serious on or in the vicinity of a catfish.
I've seen fish around here close-up from my kayak and it's the strangest thing that you are jarred at the moment it happens 'cause you're not used to something you're lookin' at lookin' back at you at the same time it's looking up. Catfish are hungry most of the time and when they ain't hungry they are apt to be moody. They can fool you with their fins. So watch out! Otherwise sounds like a cool fish cat you got there to me.

Davis & The Kids were never cool but they were always there for me. The only time they ever even remotely approached the extreme outer edges of coolness is when they knew Indians were in the surround - or pirates. I must say, looking back on it, pirates in the vicinity or better yet even the merest rumor of pirates would tend to bring on the worst in them to the point where they could, and me along with them, turn three wooden pallets into a fullrigged ship of WAR almost simultaneous with the thought. Masts, sails, cannons, smoke, fire, and curses - you know, the works.

They say around here that the catfish down in the river are huge. If the catfish in the river have a language they do not use to speak to us.

I've been told if I were to go fishing for catfish I should use cheese for bait, the stronger the better. I don't know now who first said this to me but it was back there aways and I've not since been able to eat cheese without having it come to mind.

"He'd rather keep me at play and to have my forgotten want-know". - "I really am happy going forward, going to twirl, ya know." See what I mean? You have a voice inside your voice.

And hope the car works out good for ya, you got a good angle on it.

I always look for your posts when I come here. I like you & your voices.
'Nite, Annie B.

[SadLuckDame]

I do like talking with him. I do go even if I subject myself to his sighs.
But, I knows why he's often in this temperament, it's because he's wise,
prolly very old too, but unlikely it's to be shown, not even in his whiskers. Must be something mysterious and strange with time as it is in dog years.
Difficult to measure, we just say we look at him and know, we know he's beyond his whiskers. I say, "Catfish, you're so brown and where do you hide your aging, not to be such silvering, not to be so yen. You look youngish, but talk very oldish."

Which I likes oldish talk, too, so this relation works out when I've a notion to be very oldish also and keep a young face, young appearance to trip up time with. Time is not as solid as it'd like to make us believe. We can give it less feed and then it's barely anything at all.

It's all a matter of proportions and aren't we the able bodies to decide proportions anyhows. I won't let it decide me, I s'pose in a large voice and dramatic like, but I'll still curtsy as a lady so often does to avoid the confrontation time would have with me, if I were to stay loudly female.

Do you suggest it's that reflection at the water that he's worried of the seriousness of it with, those proportions there are fantastic and he's more drawn to them then at my lively body if we were to go face to face.
I don't knows any answers for him, but that I could sit on the opposite side of a tall, but fat clear bottle filled to the very rim with water and I could open my mouth wide, curl my tongue and give such a disinterested stare down into that other side of the bottle that he'd still think we were sitting at the pond on a Sunday, a day likes today, actually.

[the mingo]

Flesh & blood may not inherit the Kingdom of God & neither, I suppose, can reflections. Still, it is a way to speak of things, ears being one gateway and eyes another. They both are a reaching. Expansive. Questing. Eyes & ears, the scouts of the heart. It's how we discover catfish and ponds and other things, like Sundays.

Dreams happen in a place we know hardly anything about.

So does reality.

Drive on, driver.

If it were not for this idea we call the Internet I would never have known of your existence somewhere out there in your hills Annie B. I thank it for that.

[SadLuckDame]

Thanks about the 'scouts of the heart.'
Good evening, mingo.

What a little crystal vein or gold, silver, you've tapped into lately.
Your art is skydiving, surfing waves and going strong. Thank you for this. I get so happy to see them here with me and you're right about the thank goodness gracious for the internet for the ability to search for the voices that pitter patter within.
I'm grateful.

It's meaningful
and meaningful is rarity.

[SadLuckDame]

~I say all these things before about him because I detect a catfish hesitation with me.

And for good reasons he hesitates, because I understand the depth of the pond we challenge one another on. He is me and I am him on somethings there. It's that surface, the look on our faces. I mean we both know
and still I refuse to leave his side. Damn, it can blow all this snow on top my head, unhappy about that storm, but the worth is in this.

I've said before that I've nodded my knees into the ground, made my imprint and impression on that dirt.
I'm that girl.

It'll take his truck to move me, cause it's where I belong, even if he'll not say as much, even if, there I am. I'll cross my arms and go cross. Mine. I battled the weathers to be there and to have our conversations. I sat looking at his puffy mouth at my refusal.

I'm frustrated trying to figure out what Ni is or Ne, and I don't know which applies most to me. But, there's this instinct in all of this, a certainty.

I'm certainly friends with the catfish.
Yes, and another instinctual feeling that he likes me.
I might not find it out, only just the Ni or Ne, but I'm happy.

[the mingo]

Oh. that catfish. I'm always mixing up my fishes. I am always gettin' myself burdened like a wee camel in a HUGE desert. I always liked the picture of that camel on the packs of cigarettes my grandfather used to smoke. Date trees and pyramids in the background. I never saw a catfish in the desert. Or ice. Ice can make a desert but can't live in one. I traffic in images I guess. I survived the attack when the lions came but I was different after that. I remember how I clung when the news that the king of Babylon was coming reached us. Some prophet wrote a book about that but nobody reads it much anymore. I do, cause it helps me to imagine what that must have been like. Such a difference 'tween a pretending and a remembering. Even if all we ever been asked is to believe. I never saw the king of Babylon but I did see the queen of Babylon once. She was exiting a convenience store up in the foothills of very old mountains. She was dressed in all finery. I think she was just come from attending a wedding. There was cars all in the street with their horns sounding. Yes, a wedding for sure. The queen of Babylon is not a thin girl, not fat either but luscious. There was plenty of her and it would have been a feast for the ages but I couldn't stay. I was on my way into the hills myself. My destination the deepwoods. Where the trees rule. I've always been on good terms with trees. I'm getting long in the tooth for it now but always wanted to live in a treehouse and the king of Babylon and all his armies be damned. I'd let the queen of Babylon come up though if she wanted to see me sometime. I'd keep one eye on the contraband and one eye down the river lookin' for a jealous man. I wonder if it would bug her when i itched my ears? I stick my finger in my ears when they itch and I wiggle it real fast. It bugs people. But, truth be told, I'm not likely to find out if it would bug the queen of Babylon. She didn't look like a tree person to me.
But I could be wrong 'bout that.

[SadLuckDame]

Today was dr. seuss' birthday and I was so excited about it.
Happy Birthday you big seuss. I'm so glad I was here for it. It's better than my own b-day and that's no trip.

old fish, new fish
and even a giant baby blue fish.
This one here is a bad, had fish
and this one is a sad, mad fish.

This one has a little bar
out in the desert far.

I thought my fish was a desert fish. He's brown
and dark eyes, blows all sorts of trouble
out the top of the sand pond.

mingo, what goes up, but jacob's ladder.
Dreams on the step and dreaming of a cat in a hat
eating his birthday cake.

I can't wrap my mind around anything else right now
except watching that cat in the hat movie today.
I loved all minutes of it, all.

If I get a car, and I am
but when I do
I think I'm gonna start going back to church.
There's a church close-by that is more into helping community,
more a church mainly for passing out clothing, food and what-nots.
I don't knows much more about it than that,
but hearing that has opened my curiosity.

[SadLuckDame]

I love the postcard,
the little lizard is a friend of mine.

[the mingo]

Waitin' for the mail person
just to watch 'em go right on by

it's all in your head, right?

I would rather have
Apache's in my soup

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>ordered a couple of items from a vendor I've some association with and it usually takes no more than a couple of days to arrive in my mailbox. I ordered last Sunday so I was expecting them yesterday. When that didn't happen I thought for sure today. Nada.

Frustration is not my strong suit.
I can very easily see myself scattering dynamite on the lake ice and watching it blow to kingdom come. or maybe a shoulder fired RPG from my kayak on same. Cry havoc! & let loose the dogs of war!

I'm so pitiful. God bless it.

[SadLuckDame]

Yes, it's fighting fit for fighting for.

mingo, tomorrow is glorious. I knows it, I knows it.
Whatcha waiting for. Let's do tomorrow then.
Tomorrow is the best one yet.
xoxo my dear friends.

[the mingo]

ok lets go boom & boom and BOOMBOOM! The sun was shining earlier but it's overcast now but alot less frigid than yesterday when the heart was fond and the tanks were cranked by first sight of turkey vultures circling while the snow was still on the ground and I was babbling my best o the rice planting women of ancient Japan singing with the coming of spring and I saw yesterday even with as cold as it is the ice breaking on the river.

[the mingo]

the wind
is kicking
up.