Student:I am becoming a better person.
Master: You will always be the same person.
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Rumpleskin Red
Old Rumpleskin Red
Fell on his head
When he tripped on the crap
Left on the steps to the stairIt would not be a story
Lest be it so gory
He died with his head
In the liter boxThe cat was displeased
Torn between where to pee
Use the head
Or the clean laundry?Ol’ Red caused a quandary
For it was his job
To care for the cat pee and poo
No one else knew what to doThey thought long and hard
About Rumpleskin Red
On how to give a funeral
To this man unexpectedly dead.He stunk to high Heaven
Of ammonia and rot
No one wanted to touch him
Or explain how he diedSo he was buried in the yard
With the box
The cat
And the crap.Fin.
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Discarded lines (the outtakes have you):
Twice in his life
Red’s luck had his head filled with crap
Once metaphorically
And once by the cat.Suddenly it dawn
A solution to all problems
What to of Ol’ Red, his pet,
And the mess on the stairs -
Looking ahead at the week
Today: Walk on water
Wednesday: Cure disease
Thursday: Part seas
Friday: Taxes. -
I feel the Reaper staring at me
On days like today, I wonder if I’ll make it another 10 years.
In my single digit years, I never pondered my own demise. In my teens, I wanted to be immortal. In my teens and twenties, I acted like I was immortal, feared nothing, pushed beyond my limits with everything, and challenged Death. My thirties have seen me fatigued, mentally and physically worn out, and a focus on my children instead of me; mortally has different meaning to me now. For my sake and theirs, I hope that I am in the middle of my life and not at the end.
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Clear your mind for sleep
Yesterday I had the pleasure of cuddling with my wife for an hour and a half long nap. I thought of nothing but my wife and it was the deepest, most restful sleep I have had in ages.
Last night I "slept" for 7 hours (when I intended an hour and a half) having an anxiety attack in my dreams, tossing and turning, waking on the hour every hour, dreaming of work-solutions-medical problems-money-paperwork-mistakes of my past, and talking in my sleep. I felt better before I laid down last night.
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Happy Easter!
We had a wonderful Easter with two minor hiccups each reminding me that when I screw up I do it big. Other than those blemishes, we had a clean house, a pleasant visit from the grandparents, good treatment from Peter Cotton Tail, good food, happy children, relaxed times, a deep renewing nap, and no stress! Our Easter egg hunt was indoors thanks to the frigid temperatures outside and when the children declared that all eggs were discovered I was able to grin and announce that the five children had missed 17 eggs! (turns out they really missed 20+-) Our hunt consisted of plastic, candy filled eggs and 38 hardboiled colored eggs. In the end 2 hardboiled eggs were missing. The first turned out to be a joke by the children on me; they re-hid one! Of course, I was only looking where I knew eggs had been hidden. A game of hot and cold got Dad to the egg. The final hardboiled egg was searched for and searched for until finally it was discovered in the sink erator. Rather, Cathy remembered that when she was dumping out the egg dye that a forgotten egg when kerthulup straight into the in-sink-erator and was unrecoverable but still fun to try to find.
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Of Grasshoppers
Student: Do I have to be perfect all the time?
Master: Hold true to your values, make them righteous, and perfection will follow. -
Tongue faster than brain!
When the college student at the liquor store suggests that the bottle of wine you are holding also comes in a label without the two lesbian women kissing on it, and that your wife might appreciate the plain label, don’t respond with "Ah, but the other night she had a…oh, tmi." and think you can leave the store without finishing the story.
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Social Ineptitude
I had one of those very strange moments. I bumped into an old friend and mentor this evening. I was overjoyed to see him and his wife. However, as an influx of blocked memories overwhelmed me and my mind reeled with conflicting thoughts on how to summarize my past 15 year while networking (he works where I would like to) and re-establishing a friendship, and all I could do is babble incoherently. You know. Your tongue swells up and your IQ drops 80 points. I parted company with my friends but decided not to let go of the awkwardness as I spoke nonsense to the cashier danced with other patrons as we tried to negotiate right of way, bumped into people entering the store as I tried to exit and froggered across the parking lot to my car where I realized I had forgotten to finishing my shopping.
As an extrovert who likes to entertain I think I have social skills down pretty well. I have always been an adult, although my permanent age is probably 24 or 18, and as such throughout my life I have found myself in social situations trying to keep the perfect rhythm of conversation, that balance of who leads who gets to be the subject of conversation and assuring that everyone gets a moment of self-importance. Often I review a conversation in my head thinking of the blunders and missed opportunities or lost points. Conversation is an art and it must be practiced. Locked away in my basement and having less and less adult contact, I feel my conversational skills slipping away. More and more I leave a conversation with almost a teenage awkwardness wondering why my head feels so fuzzy. Blast that brain cloud!
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Ghost Pain
When I was in middle school or early high school I had an unusual bump on my leg. I ended up a at dermatologist freezing off a wart and asked about the bump. On inspection, the doctor explained that it looked like a foreign object in my leg. His suspicion was that a mosquito bit me and when it got swatted a piece of the insect remained in my leg and a cyst grew around it. This was frozen off and left a small scar which remains bright white when my legs tan. On occasion, like today, that spot on my leg makes me very aware that at one point it had an issue. There is no reason for the feeling and it is not hurtful but as if someone had a fingertip touching that spot on my leg with firm pressure. Of course, this is nothing compared to my wife’s weather toe and weather front detecting migraines. Now she has talent!
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How are those crops?
Black helicopters flying low and slow over west knoxville today. Google mapping today?