Thank you.
The Daily News
1 I got a goodly dose of Isla and Maren yesterday. I tried a few times to catch them with eyes open and glancing at everything. Each time I'd jockey for position with my phone, they would bury their heads, or turn the other way.
2 Little miracles. Times two.
3 Josh and Caitlin's cats, Buster and Posey (yes!), have a bully cat-about-town roaming the neighborhood, picking fights. As a result, the cats are being kept inside in order to keep them safe.
4 I can't begin to tell you the entertainment value. It is its own version of You Can't Take it With You.
5 That's entertainment.
6 Yesterday we took a little ride up north to shop a consignment store in search of the perfect rocking chair. The present chair is owned by Buster. He likes it; it suits him well. He's a cat, but he looks a bit like the MGM lion, and he owns that like a king.
7 Posey likes roaming around outside, or chasing flies, an exercise I adore, since it keeps them at bay and off the babies.
8 The flies come in one at a time, like they do in any place. 'Tis the season.
9 Right now the lights are low, some Thanksgiving leaves are lit above the mantle, and all is peaceful.
10 Newborns. I swear.
11 We have Hart of Dixie shining at us, just to the right of the mantle. Lots of guitar music. At first I had a little trouble keeping up with the series, but I'm liking it.
12 I am sitting opposite all that, watching the show. My glasses keep sliding to the end of my nose, and I am watching over the top of the laptop.
13 I figure if someone took a picture of me, it would make a great cover to the writing book I've no intention of writing.
14 Moving Back-in-Time, Part One: At the consignment store, one of the things I noticed when I first walked in was a wing-back chair. This took my mind back in time to the wing-back chair that Roald Dahl used when he wrote. His had a tray going from one arm to the other, a tray designed to work with the chair.
15 Funny how a used furniture store can entertain. I wonder at the history of each object.
16 In keeping with my strategy of walking for exercise, I wandered to different areas of the store to see if I could spot huge objects that I hadn't noticed. For amusement, I would think of categories.
17 You'd be surprised at what you don't notice. The first huge object I thought of was gaming tables. I found three, one crap table, one blackjack table, and one pool table. I walked past all three several times and hadn't noticed them. I'm not really that observant, to be honest. I daydream all the time. It began when I would get bored with English teachers. That trickled down to math, science, and even history.
18 Moving On, Part One: The pool table looked a lot like the one my friend John owns, and that I helped assemble. John's is nicer and has red, rather than green fabric. Riddle me this. Is it true that everyone cheats at pool? I've heard that on more than one occasion.
19 <not a pool player nor a gambler over here>
20 Oh, bother.
21 Moving On, Part Two: I want to take time her to say Happy Veterans' Day to all the vets out there, and thank you.
22 Each year, I pull out my dusty paperback copy of Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions, written by a man who lived through the United States/British bombings of Dresden, Germany on February 13 and 14, 1945, and I share this. I think it gets to the heart of every veteran by a guy who lived through ungodly hell. In this excerpt, Dwayne Hoover was a fictitious character in the book.
23 Here go:
So this book is a sidewalk strewn with junk, trash which I throw over my shoulders as I travel in time back to November eleventh, nineteen hundred and twenty-two.
I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month. It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on the battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
24 Wow.
25 I hope our vets get this. Who wants peace more than anyone who fought or died in wars created by madmen?
26 We goof on Facebook every day, but we generally have no concept of what our vets and their families have gone through.
27 So this is a shout out to all those who served our country.
28 In all sincerity, thank you.
29 Pure and simple.
30 I gottago.
31 I just do.
32 See you again.
33 Have a GREAT day.
34 Peace, and I mean that.
20 Oh, bother.
21 Moving On, Part Two: I want to take time her to say Happy Veterans' Day to all the vets out there, and thank you.
22 Each year, I pull out my dusty paperback copy of Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions, written by a man who lived through the United States/British bombings of Dresden, Germany on February 13 and 14, 1945, and I share this. I think it gets to the heart of every veteran by a guy who lived through ungodly hell. In this excerpt, Dwayne Hoover was a fictitious character in the book.
23 Here go:
So this book is a sidewalk strewn with junk, trash which I throw over my shoulders as I travel in time back to November eleventh, nineteen hundred and twenty-two.
I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month. It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on the battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
24 Wow.
25 I hope our vets get this. Who wants peace more than anyone who fought or died in wars created by madmen?
26 We goof on Facebook every day, but we generally have no concept of what our vets and their families have gone through.
27 So this is a shout out to all those who served our country.
28 In all sincerity, thank you.
29 Pure and simple.
30 I gottago.
31 I just do.
32 See you again.
33 Have a GREAT day.
34 Peace, and I mean that.
~H~
fin.
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