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- Iron Law of Distribution:
Them that has, gets.
- Thoughts i had looking at a painting by Lisa Tang i found at the emporium next to the Star Ferry boarding pier on the Kowloon side of Hong Kong
he heard the cry, barely audible
he didn’t know from whence it came
he thought it was a woman’s cry
he could not be sure
the cry could have emanated from the cave
with a small entrance in the side of the hill
but
the cry also could have come from
deep in the brambles of the surrounding wood
he was not sure
he heard the cry again,
soft, almost a moan
crying for something, he thought
he did not know why
he stopped and listened
he heard a murmur, a moan perhaps
he stooped and entered the cave
he turned to the left tunnel of the two
he stepped in only to fall into the chasm
down he plunged into the abyss
the moan became louder
changing into a soothing call
he felt the change in him
he saw her fluttering up to him
his fall stopped
he found he had wings
she touched him with her left wing
he found his right wing touching her
the two soared upward
out of the chasm
out of the cave
they soared over the wood
to the sea
the two ospreys flew together
into the rising sun
- The Not So Grand Whiner Strikes
i wasn’t in a good mood this morning.
i had errands to run i didn’t want to run. i had chores to do i didn’t want to do. Maureen and Nikki, two of my favorite women on earth, went to see “The Odyssey.” i declined because the idea of super new graphics being used did not sit well (hey, i am old school: the only graphics (?) i like are the ones in the old , “Superman” TV serials and the “Rocket Man” serials in the movie theater before they showed the Saturday matinee oaters). Also, i am too damn old to sit in a movie theater seat for three hours. Besides, i had chores to do.
“i opened the garage door to take the car out on my errands. There blocking the mail box and the third lane of our driveway was Imperial Star Destroyer sized Toyota “Tundra” pickup, appropriately painted the color of the Star War Stormtroopers.
It obviously belonged to one of the guys working on the renovation next door. Our new neighbors to be are good folks and i like everyone i met who has been working there, even befriended quite a few.
But this gigantic Tonka toy partially blocking our driveway ticked me off.
i went back inside, wrote out a message on piece of paper with my green (XO) Sharpie, and used masking tape to affix it to the driver’s side window. It read:
Apparently, you don’t know, but your hood’s right side is partially blocking a driveway…mine.
And yes, we use it. Please walk a little further next time…unless you are handicapped.
Thanks, jim jewell, 306 Crestview.
i ditched the idea of doing errands and drove to the Bonita Golf Club and had a brunch of their wonderful chorizo and eggs with black beans and corn tortillas, with a couple of IPAs of course.
When i returned, the Tonka toy was still there. But when i woke from my NORP — yes, i still take a Naval Officer Rest Period in the middle of the day — the offending monster had moved, parking down the road a bit. i guess he wasn’t handicapped.
i smiled but was disappointed i didn’t meet the stormtrooper who owned it.
That’s okay. The “Grand Whiner of the Order of the Curmudgeons” (thank you, Marty Linville) felt better.
- Putt’s Law
Technology is dominated by two types of people: Those who understand what they do not manage. Those who manage what they do not understand.
- Low Key 43rd
No one was here to celebrate with us. That’s just fine. The two of us drove to Balboa Park and took in their “Forging a Legacy: 15 Years of Landmark Acquisitions.” It was impressive. We thought of Maren Hicks and Meryl Erlringer throughout.
We dined at Panama 66 next door, the al fresco restaurant and, as usual, sat at the bar. We ordered the charcuterie board with meat and cheese. i had a sauvignon blanc and Maureen added a tomato bisque with her water.
Great choices.
And then, an interlude demonstrated one of the reasons i love her. She had pushed the cup of bisque toward the bar front as we continued. i noticed a June bug dashing about and annoying the waitress taking orders. The bug then headed for us and dove into the tomato bisque. i pointed the poor thing out to Maureen. It was covered with the tomato bisque and was upside down in the cup.
Maureen scooped it up with her spoon and began to wipe it off with a wet napkin. The June bug fell to the floor. Maureen got off of her bar stool, picked up the struggling bug, and washed him off with water and again applied a wet towel.
When it did not fly, Maureen took it out to the sculpture garden in the rear of the dining area, found a bush and placed the befuddled June bug on bush leaf.
She worried about that bug being okay all the way home. Just another reason to love her.
