Just in case I do, cuz I very well might

 
One of the more enjoyable ruminations.



also-rans
Walter
Fletcher
Guilford
Topeka
Malcolm
Kirby
Puckett
Puck
Robin-Goodfellow
Fella
Raoul
Burl
Curtis
Pace (the "peace" way)
Edmund
Edgar
Miró
Larry
Smitty
Fortinbras
Elrod


high placers
Wally
Nicky
Harvey
Preston
Duncan
JoJo


the short list

( behind the cut, for a little drumroll quality )

I'll be letting more people/characters and words wash over me this week, too, no doubt. Suggestions welcome.


- + o + -

Now outside, into one of the last, if not the very last, gorgeous, temperate, wonderful autumn days.

Just in case I do, cuz I very well might

 
One of the more enjoyable ruminations.



also-rans
Walter
Fletcher
Guilford
Topeka
Malcolm
Kirby
Puckett
Puck
Robin-Goodfellow
Fella
Raoul
Burl
Curtis
Pace (the "peace" way)
Edmund
Edgar
Miró
Larry
Smitty
Fortinbras
Elrod


high placers
Wally
Nicky
Harvey
Preston
Duncan
JoJo


the short list

( behind the cut, for a little drumroll quality )

I'll be letting more people/characters and words wash over me this week, too, no doubt. Suggestions welcome.


- + o + -

Now outside, into one of the last, if not the very last, gorgeous, temperate, wonderful autumn days.

where none, or few, do hang

 
A beautiful Sunday. When? That time of year, dear ones.






I did virtually nothing on the imaginary list today. Instead: some sitting around, recovering from a late night of karaoke after bowling (easily the funnest karaoke I've been to, and some of the best bowling too), and then lots of yard.

Small run-in with neighbor, growing out of my persistent failure to (a) take her ostensibly helpful suggestion; (b) be swayed by her multiple rhetorical points to explain its advantages as I continued to say "No" oh so politely; or (c) accept her offers of help in doing the work she suggested, as I, yes, continued to say "No," eventually a few shades less politely. The encounter later involved my blowing off her bringing city literature over and pointing at the part she was reading to me as she did so, numerous other bits of tedium I spare you here, and my refraining from telling her of the suggestion for living whose wisdom is more often contemplated in its figurative meaning---the one about taking care of your own side of the street.


So, speaking of loving that well that thou must leave 'ere long, my moments with the kitties, Frito & Fredo Fess, have had an in-the-moment pleasure these past many days, as I anticipate messing up our good thing. They've been a little skittish at times, still lingering I think from my two trips away this fall, and the recent vet visits. They've also been more physically affectionate, as they get when the weather turns chillier. And they've been more like each other's buds. Just the way they are in a room together. Coming to get hello pets and bellyrubs from me at the same time, a little more lying around with parts of them touching each other, etc. homovegetarian's Kitty Wells died after a sudden illness yesterday. I still call Humph "Junior Wells" sometimes, as he came along shortly after Wells did.

Thank you, Universe, for the weekend, and for me being pretty much over the cold in time for it. And thank you, Mysterious Powers That Be, for the hunks of happiness today. So good to feel such a thing, whatever it is.

Now I'll close with paperkingdoms's questions. If you'd like me to ask you five questions to answer in your blog, comment to that effect & I'll gladly pony up. My replies ( here. )

where none, or few, do hang

 
A beautiful Sunday. When? That time of year, dear ones.






I did virtually nothing on the imaginary list today. Instead: some sitting around, recovering from a late night of karaoke after bowling (easily the funnest karaoke I've been to, and some of the best bowling too), and then lots of yard.

Small run-in with neighbor, growing out of my persistent failure to (a) take her ostensibly helpful suggestion; (b) be swayed by her multiple rhetorical points to explain its advantages as I continued to say "No" oh so politely; or (c) accept her offers of help in doing the work she suggested, as I, yes, continued to say "No," eventually a few shades less politely. The encounter later involved my blowing off her bringing city literature over and pointing at the part she was reading to me as she did so, numerous other bits of tedium I spare you here, and my refraining from telling her of the suggestion for living whose wisdom is more often contemplated in its figurative meaning---the one about taking care of your own side of the street.


So, speaking of loving that well that thou must leave 'ere long, my moments with the kitties, Frito & Fredo Fess, have had an in-the-moment pleasure these past many days, as I anticipate messing up our good thing. They've been a little skittish at times, still lingering I think from my two trips away this fall, and the recent vet visits. They've also been more physically affectionate, as they get when the weather turns chillier. And they've been more like each other's buds. Just the way they are in a room together. Coming to get hello pets and bellyrubs from me at the same time, a little more lying around with parts of them touching each other, etc. homovegetarian's Kitty Wells died after a sudden illness yesterday. I still call Humph "Junior Wells" sometimes, as he came along shortly after Wells did.

Thank you, Universe, for the weekend, and for me being pretty much over the cold in time for it. And thank you, Mysterious Powers That Be, for the hunks of happiness today. So good to feel such a thing, whatever it is.

Now I'll close with paperkingdoms's questions. If you'd like me to ask you five questions to answer in your blog, comment to that effect & I'll gladly pony up. My replies ( here. )