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My inner sense of my “work” and calling it Art has always been slightly jaded, skeptical.  The only way I can wrap my head around it it to suggest (or trick myself?) I am living sort of a humorous life-style. I try to see humor everywhere, anywhere, because there is so much at which to shake our collective heads. *collective heads?~ We need to laugh as much as anything these days. I also know that I am neither a scientist, engineer, agricultural innovator–those positions that might actually help the world at large in major ways. I’m wired to make snarky & stupid observations which sometimes get a laugh.

The mystery of the four letter word “Work*” (*Horrors!) So I have been living the Empty Nest life & preparing my house for sale. It’s not killer work, but if I’d seen a list beforehand of what I’ve already gotten done, I might have punted & quit long ago. Some of this work is even pleasant. Tranforming rooms, gardens, de-cluttering rooms has a certain amount of Wow! factor to it. Donating old clothes, books, DVDs & CDs takes time. Sorting thru old photos is one easy way to get side-tracked. The whole process involves getting side-tracked constantly. It’s not melancholy even a third of the time, but it is kind of a bitch. It’s like a controlled demolition. Emotional Demolition ? Meh, perhaps.

I can’t say for sure it’ll often be barbecues & drunken debauchery afterwards. I already try to mix that in from time to time NOW. But it WILL be different. I anticipate moving forward into a new stage, as I strike the set of the previous one. The work will be done, so I will look towards non-conformist lemming paths. I will be different too. I could file this under a heading “Mid-life psuedo-crisis as fodder for future stories/performing arts.”  None of this makes sense. ALL of it makes sense.

Check in a month or so and see if I’m just rambling on & on about cats. That Mittens! She’s a Doozie!

WOLFF-E!     /;^{|}

“Charming fellow seeks Bourban Glazed Lady for Uplifting Choices in Sensible Practicle Support” or “Handy-Man seeks Time Share Maintenance Position” or “Vineyard Hobbyist seeks same for Gardening Project this Spring” or “Bee-Keeping Skills Work-Shop Sought by Novice willing to Learn”.  This is either eclectic or just lacks Focus. I grow Black Raspberries too, harvest near Late June / July anticipated. Oh, I write humor also, in case this all wants explaining.

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there

For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another

It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on the way to there
Why not share

And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy he’s my brother

He’s my brother
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

Read more:  Hollies – He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother Lyrics | MetroLyrics

~ I just had a stupid amount of fun reworking the 80s classic by the Romantics as “What I Like About Mew”. Both Dusty & Mittens seem unimpressed, my actions having had nothing to do with their KibbleDeliverySystems (KDS). From the upcoming fictional release, Songs For Cats, 2017, Copyright implied, FakeMews / Punz Aplenty Records. ~

Society used to be fairly static & rigid. Your choice of controversy could not be any more basic! “I Love Boys!” “I Love Girls!” Now it’s more like “I Love a Buffet!”

I don’t mind feeding the cat each morning, but she’s getting fussy about how I prepare her omelettes. Plus she’s becoming mildly insufferable regarding bacon portions as well. There’s just no debating her on some of these issues. Here’s an example:

“You really should at least TRY the oatmeal, I seasoned it with some raw tuna drippings and a hint of catnip.”

“Meow.” 

“Really, at breakfast, you’re going to play that card?”

“Rrow!”

What gets me is she used to like the occasional saucer of cream. Now she wants a different type of organic juice, often several options.  Then, even if I bring her EXACTLY what she’s asked for, she’ll turn up her nose, walk away, and give me that bullshit look that only cats can do. Kind of a mixed message of “Come hither”, but also “I despise you!!”  All topped off with that not-so passive-aggressive side-eye blast about my parentage. “Excuse me, your Highness!! Not all of us come from the distinguished Cat Halls of Fame. Not everyone can boast lineage from the Family Line of Fe.”

Actually, I just pour out an ounce of dry kitty kibble. But I think she’d be impressed to know I think about her more than at feeding times. If cats actually knew things.

Up Next: Things cats know & the secrets they must keep for the sake of mankind.