Monday, November 23, 2015

Guests for Thanksgiving

I am having two people over to my house for Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. The plans came about just now. Turkey, etc. As I said on Twitter just a couple of minutes ago: Two HUMAN people will be guests in my house. Not dogs. Well, there will be dogs, of course. But two HUMAN guests!

I have to go shopping now. Among other things, I get to make my family's cranberry...trifle-ish...thing recipe for the first time in years. I've missed it. 

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Buddha beat his all-time kill record: He killed 12 squirrels this week. Pretty wow for a nine year old dog. 

Saturday, November 14, 2015


Amazing to think that you could be having dinner in a restaurant, talking, maybe laughing, sprinkling salt on your food, and, suddenly, a religious extremist sticks a rifle in the doorway or the window and just starts firing. And, suddenly, the friends you are eating with, the waiter who was about to bring you the bill, the couple at the table next to you...are all dead. 

Religious extremists. Every religion has them. I think it's important to remember that.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Workmen have been trying to install a sign on the boulevard outside the building in which I work. It's fallen over twice, with four men in boots hopping out of the way. Then a suit came out and yelled at them. At least I took it for yelling because his gesticulations were so broad. Then he went away, and the four guys stood around for a bit, staring down at the fallen sign. Then one of them went away. The remaining three stood around, staring down at the fallen sign. The one workmen returned and handed out a bag of McDonald's and a large beverage to each. Then a different suit came out and yelled at them. They put all the McDonald's in the bed of a truck nearby, and then they and the suit all went over and stood around, staring down at the fallen sign. The suit left. The workmen went and got the food and beverages out of the truck and walked away, each in a different direction. They came back an hour later, took off their jackets, and tried installing the sign again. It fell down again. Now two new workmen have joined the first four and they are all standing around the fallen sign, staring down at it.

Latest poem is called The cannons shoot cans of tuna.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Monday, October 19, 2015

Shaky this morning. Cried in the car on the way here. Thought about turning the car around and going home again. Hid in the ground floor restroom and thought about going home again. But that way disability lies. That's how you end up living on three digits a month in Section 8 housing. So I got my ass upstairs to work finally. Going to make some tea. I have to get through the work day somehow.

Saturday, October 17, 2015