Patina

When we make rules,  we are either expected to follow them or expect others to follow them. Sometimes , when we don’t follow them, we are quick to be judged or quick to judge others … sometimes , we put the rule breakers in the “right” path, offering sermons on the way. It is tiring to judge others, I imagine. And…. Maybe if we judge ourselves as much as we judge others, we will know how tiring it is. And what a waste of time it is. And … Maybe…

Monday, July 6 International Kissing Day 2015

but… today, June 19 is National Kissing Day? Where? what Nation? and when is French Kissing Day ? Have you read this ? Neil Young’s 461-Word Letter to Donald Trump and Corporate America “I do not trust self serving misinformation coming from corporations and their media trolls. I do not trust politicians who are taking millions from those corporations either.” so,   when i saw this article …i wanted to kiss neil young. muah. i don’t like politics…. but i always wanted to say “Donald Trump, you’re fired. AND your hair sucks”. But instead……

make-do-(odle)

sometimes… when it doesn’t go as planned… you figure it out… and sometimes…well, you make do. we went on a wine tasting adventure. proceeds from our tasting went to animal shelters.  and in one place they invited you to post a picture of your pet. um…  since  we didn’t really plan on this wine tasting benefit, we didn’t have a picture of our pets… but… (the wine inspired me !) i made a doodle of Juno. because. because who doesn’t want to see the most bestest beast ? and when…

same ol’ same ol’

i see this path and the not-so-manicured tree on my run… same thing always as i run the track around this area. but , there’s always something new around it somehow. or, maybe i trained my eyes to see ‘new’ things in the same landscape. there were birds. many birds flying around this morning. pretty cool. but maybe it looked different in these misty june mornings…more contrast-y. or something. and the scent of the dry grass with the misty morning… it smelled like wet dry corn husks. the kind you use…

Hopes…

Because dreams come with a price…. So, better to stick with hopes sans the dreams. /terrible advise Don’t want to discourage you… So… Let me start again. So,  if you hope,  you have something… and something is better than nothing. Having hope is encouraging. /nonsensical advise Hope will only poke a needle in your heart…reminding you of your anguish. Stay away from it. It’s more costly than the price of dreams. /smothering advise Wait.  I think I got this… Have dreams for breakfast and hopes for le quatre heures. You’ll…

and, on the other side it’s my noon.

i think there’s a pull. or a push. or a step forward. and then a few steps back. and it’s fun. and it’s nice. it’s exciting. then, it’s serious. and you find your feet stuck in a bucket of cement. and you can’t move. (but, it’s nice, sometimes,  to be idle…)   funny, you want to step back and watch time and want something to happen. you want to make it happen. but, you don’t because nobody wants to be responsible (for it). because you can watch the clock and think,…

a besos te quiero, a veces tambien.

i don’t fight. i’m a lover.  so , kiss me, damnit. please don’t argue with me. (i may just win. i may just kiss you instead…) A besos entiendo, a veces no. A veces no y a besos si… A veces no te entiendo a besos si So… did you get it this time ? ( i’m still not  pining for poetry… it’s just because… It’s because I had a little to much lipstick on and i only use one tissue at a time until it fills up with ‘kisses’ – i call…

sometimes, well, i don’t know, Juno…

this beast is super cute. the cutest of the cute. you can’t see it here..but she has one of my tenis under her. earlier …i took her on a hike.  then , i showered and dressed.  and…. then she takes my shoe and sits on top of it. it’s how she tells us ‘let’s go for a walk’ ! juno ,the beast , is a good dog. a good hiker. and she turned 2 over the weekend. and we all forgot. but ,since then, we’ve made it up to her. (i…

i’ll race you until we drift away.

hang on. let me put out my cigarette. wait, let me put down  my wine….and get my shoes on… oh, damn. where are my socks?… but… i’ll race you…hang on let me stretch a little… dammit i need my inhaler. oh, man, these socks make me look like a nerd…long socks? really? well, not to mention the glasses and the inhaler…total nerd. never mind… you win. the cool kids always win. go on… race with out me… i’ll just  walk around…and …look up and see the haze…drift away into who knows where.…

the Wish You Were Here Postcard

Sometimes… you can say/listen to a few words (or a few paragraphs) to someone and you know exactly what they’re saying. Other times… you can spend a whole life time listening to someone and you don’t know what the hell they’re talking about. And in either case. .. you’re lost. You don’t understand.  You don’t understand what the hell road you took. And as euphoric as being lost can be, you need a fucking compass. Or a Thomas Guide* because, like all beautiful things, being lost can cost you. So….…

perspective

it depends on how much i’ve had to drink, but sometimes… i want to strangle you. err…i mean smother you…err..i mean… squeeze you… err…never mind. i had too much to drink. so,  i want to take that back. ahem… take two: it depends on how much i’ve had to drink, but sometimes i want to sit quietly. and if there’s a person next to me (or an animal or a tree…) i want to hear them breath. but it depends on how much i’ve had to drink. so, what i’ve been…