To any and all dear readers who ‘follow’ this blog:

My family is in the midst of a major move from one big state to another big state among the purportedly united states. It is taking longer than we thought it would.

OK, that is putting it mildly.

This is taking much, much longer than we thought it would. Much. Longer.

Much.

Much.

Longer.

>> sigh <<

But, hey, Yeehaw! We have moved many times over the years. We have lived all over the place; from one coast to the other. In 1974, we moved from Georgia to Oregon. In 1984, we moved from California to Maryland. In 1990, we moved from Colorado to the Republic of Panama. In 1996, we moved from Pennsylvania to Virginia. Plus several other moves besides, sandwiched in there..

So, now we wait; and meanwhile most of our household goods are already packed up and convened in a storage unit.

Eventually, we will be in our new place, and hopefully I can give more frequent attentions to this online meeting place.

Until then, “Hidey-ho, Good Neighbor!”

Important regional phrase to learn:

capost2k

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Are you listening?

What are you hearing?

Do you have favorite sounds?

Here are a few we probably all share:

birdsong on a cool spring morning

laughter – especially that of children

a gentle breeze rustling the leaves in the trees

water running over rocks in a stream

ocean waves

There are also sounds that some like and others do not:

the roar of an engine

barking dogs

cicadas

crickets

a creaking door

There are also sounds none of us wants to hear

but I will not list those here.

. . . . . . .

We have learned to organize sound.

We call it music.

It is ingenious.

Strategic placement of pitches, rhythms, durations

singly and together

the careful choreography of

clashes and clangs

clanks and crashes

to create a combustible cacophony.

It is music.

The bringing together of sounds

to produce something startling

to pluck at our emotions.

It can lift us up or bring us down,

make us happy or sad

or scared or angry

or give us a headache

or soothe and calm us.

Music is powerful.

The compiled and curated sounds

confirm our existence.

The resonation reaffirms our reality.

Right now.

What are you hearing?

Are you listening?

This is to spread the word and encourage all of you who are not already following Timothy Price’s Owl Family Saga – as well as his night sky photos, commentary, cat gang shenanigans, flowers, cranes, mountains, poetry… not to mention parodies and other original music… you should be following him.

Off Center & Not Even

Jupiter moved further around to the right of Venus this morning. Mars and Saturn are really spreading out.

Venus and Jupiter with three of Jupiter’s moons.

Owlet profile and then giving the Paparazzo “mad dogs.”

D-Wowl looking cool.

D-Wowl scratching an itch and nibbling on his talons.

Wowlet action series.

Tonight’s sliver moon.

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Earl and Opal. Gotta love ’em. Thanks again, B.O.B.

bluebird of bitterness

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diawka/123RF, atlanticview.com

when the world’s incessant insanity

rudely intrudes upon your peace

indulge in a leisurely detour

follow a familiar footpath

take that proverbial stroll

down a famous lane lined with memories

to remember who you are

and from whence you came

remember

the family gathered

laughter, singing, hope

the arrival of the next generation

one by one

sunny days and walks along the beach

cool breezes, autumn leaves

flowers in the spring

robins and cardinals and hummingbirds

fireflies, campfires, mountain hikes

Grandma’s best pies fresh from the oven

and warm chocolate chip cookies

meeting that certain someone

that first kiss

saying, “I do.”

. . . . . . .

The lists of good are infinite

and available

whenever you need them

right there

in your memory

. . . . . . .

Remember the good

These are just funny. Love ’em! Thank you B.O.B.!

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By Oddish at drawception.com

or rather,

truth be told,

something more like

An Uncompromising Declaration of Eternal No-Holds-Barred War Against Snails And All Their Sticky, Slimy Kin Forever And Ever Amen

. . . . . . .

Full Disclosure:

I kill every snail I see

every time

immediately

with extreme prejudice

. . . . . . .

As it happens

I like my flowers a whole great massive bunch more than

any shred of affection I might conceivably generate

for those alien destructo slime-machines.

. . . . . . .

They are

to coin a phrase

“evil, wicked, mean, bad, and nasty”

. . . . . . .

I care not

how much theoretical cuteness

may be lavished upon them

by eco-nerds

and deranged Hollywood cartoonists

. . . . . . .

No wonder

the French

parlayed the demise of snails

into a lucrative culinary delicacy

(but, yeah, blech, btw)

. . . . . . .

Those mucilaginous foliage-slicers

will systematically destroy my garden

if I let them

. . . . . . .

I’m not going to let them.

They are vile.

Lights out, Snails!

guard.io/blog

once upon a time

the internet and its lingo

weren’t a thing

but now

nearly everyone

it seems

knows their http from their xyz

time was

pop-up menu and mouseover

were things

you might encounter

at your local diner

now your local diner

delivers

and you can order online

from your oh-so-smart phone

and pay digitally

including the tip

used to be

refrigerators did not

compile a grocery list for you

and audibly warn you

when you are almost out of milk

and your doorbell

didn’t used to

send you video

when your local diner

delivers your order

meanwhile

your favorite tv shows

and the latest movies

and the hottest music

and every stripe of the newest news

and instructional videos

and destructional videos

and memes…

shocking, droll, disgusting, hilarious

oh, the myriad memes

and now

if the internet suddenly went away

would we…

could we…

seriously, could we?

I can’t even. Michael Jordahl knocks it out of the park with this simple, beautiful piece. I confess to lingering awestruckedness.

michaeljordahl

I reached into spacetime

And grasped the tiny hand

Of the crying little boy

Who was made to go away.

“Who are you?” I asked.

In an oddly familiar voice,

He answered, “Goodness.”

Suddenly I remembered.

I pulled him to me

And we became one–

Again.

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