And Then The Stupid Fell Like Rain

The Political landscape is intense right now. But at leas we can count on Facebook to make us laugh about it.

MY ENDURING BONES

Today I left a comment on a Facebook page about today’s hot topic- The President of the United States   😐   and his relationship with Putin.

I find this under my comment:

Yeah, and apparently someone else whose reading skills are a bit wonky agreed with Rebecca.

But things did take an interesting turn.

As a rule I don’t engage in Facebook convos because they’re sort of pointless…but some people do. This was the reply Rebecca got from someone whose reading and language  skills are sharper then hers:

You know, if I’ve said it once I’ve said it a million times before- Facebook is like a funhouse ride where the operator is drunk and the seatbelts don’t work and the entire experience can send you to counseling, the Emergency Room or a Voodoo Priest.

And sometimes it’s pretty darn funny.

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Remembering Blitzer

This is my cat Blitzer.

He used to hunt birds when they were up in the trees.

One day I was standing under one of my fruit trees and it started to rain small animal parts.

There was a bird wing, hind quarters from a rat, part of a little skull that with the eye still in it.

In all, there were the remains of at least three freshly killed animals at my feet- and in my hair but I choose to not dwell on that part of the story.

 

So we l will fast forward to this part:

Do you know how conventional wisdoms says  when cats bring you their kill they’re giving you a gift?

 

I’m pretty sure that was not Blitzer’s intention.

 

Blitzer was the kind of cat that writers see in cemeteries and haunted houses and riding on broomsticks and sucking the breath from babies.

 

I was lucky enough to have that fantastic cat in my life for almost 10 years.

 

I miss you Mr. Blitzer and I hope that wherever you are there are lots of trees and that the Moon is always full

 

AMM