It was going to be put down.
I named him cat.
I really wanted a kitten.
He does have soft silky fur.
He is a lapdog.
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Adopted a dog. It was going to be put down. I named him cat. I really wanted a kitten. He does have soft silky fur. He is a lapdog. At least I think he's a dog.......
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As promised. 'The knight he was *hmmm, hmmm, hmm* With a hey nonny, nonny, The maid she was *hmmm, hmm, hmm* With a hey nonny, nonny, *hmm, hmmm, hmm, hmmmmm, hmm , hmm* With a hey nonny, nonny!' He did not know all the lyrics so as was aforementioned, hummed those, as we all are wont to do. Feel free to imagine whatever lyrics you wish, and I will diligently research medieval tunes to see if I can find the actual missing lyrics......*ahem* The nipple painting will be presented asap.
He was a dark and stormy knight.
Dark, because it was night. Stormy, because it had rained, rusting his armor thus vexing him. His steed had dethroned....er, thrown....um, tossed him off, quantifying his storminess. He needed to find shelter before his metal froze. And his armor seized up. He stiffly steeled himself. There, upon a dismal hill was a dismal light coming from a dismal window in a dismal domicile. It was a foreboding abode. He dismally creaked towards it, humming a knaughty knightly ditty. To be continued....maybe....probably not....though I may chirp the ditty, and no, I have not forgotten the nipple painting<(from a previous post promise<yes, I did that just for the alliteration. I wonder why the mention of ditty made me thing of that.....oh, of course, it was a witty post. *ahem*) This year's Shrove Tuesday (aka Fat Tuesday, for tomorrow it's add an 's' between the 'a' and the 't') and Mardi Gras! (about the title of this post, I woke up this morning, looked at the calendar with sleepy eyes and saw the 'Ma' in month and the number 5.
My explanations//excuses are: a. It's a common mistake, anyone can make it *rolls eyes*<(if you come across them, please return, my sight is bad enough. Thank you.) b. Time travel can really mess with your mind. (*cite Doctor Who) c. I was abducted by aliens and lost 2 months. 7. I am slowly going mad. d. All the above and then some.) I wonder if we came with an expiration date stamped on the bottom of our foot or bum when born, if we would live our lives more fully? Would others treat us differently if they knew?
It's probably good to do even without a stamp. Treat yourself and others as if they may not be in our lives tomorrow. (I guess. depending on the person in question, you may consider that a boon :\ ) I may have posted this somewhere here before, it just seems appropriate at this moment in my life. After all, 'around the corner' can be just a click or phone call away..... Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone. And I never see my old friend's face, For life is a swift and terrible race, He knows I like him just as well, As in the days when I rang his bell. And he rang mine but we were younger then, And now we are busy, tired men. Tired of playing a foolish game, Tired of trying to make a name. "Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim Just to show that I'm thinking of him",. But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And distance between us grows and grows. Around the corner, yet miles away, "Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today." And that's what we get and deserve in the end. Around the corner, a vanished friend. -Charles Hanson Towne Even though I believe death is temporary, sadly, very little is remembered in the next level (now that sounds more like a video game.)
Sometimes it's just a fleeting sense of knowing, a scent recalled, a momentary déjà vu. It is how it must be. Learning how to be kind and understanding. Literally putting yourself in another's shoes...or paws....or, well, you get the picture. Don't be afraid to say I love you, let someone know that you truly care, for you may miss your chance in this lifetime and may not recognize them in the next. *sigh* |
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October 2020
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