Short minutes can be the longest of things if they’re not good minutes, they can be interminable. Long minutes can fly if they are good minutes. I’d like to think that these 8 plus minutes are the latter. But, well, that’s not for me to decide … though I do hope you agree. Anyway, here’s… Continue reading

So, I need to try and do a little cow wrangling. (Later) So, I just proved to be not very good at trying to do a little cow wrangling. One of the joys of living where I do for the last, almost 3 years now, is that there aren’t a lot of uninteresting days, not… Continue reading

Ok, an in look you didn’t ask for but I’m providing anyway. Feel free to check out now, I’ll understand. What is a Frankenberry evening/weekend after leaving the gig on a Friday? It’s a peer up “Hello Memes!”, at Mimi the Quirky, usually at the top of the stairs with an old lady smoker’s sounding… Continue reading

Cricket the Blind (top) and Mimi the Quirky, celebrated members of the Frankenberry synchronized, looking like dead on the hardwood, cat laying team, participate in some training. “Medal worthy stuff you two!!! Great practice!! Now go groom up ladies!! Towels on window seats. Feline Olympics … we’re ready!!” (Cricket also qualified in litter kicking and… Continue reading

Though it won’t, sadly not in my lifetime, come to pass space exploration just got a bit larger. A friend of mine reminded me of this earlier, and an actual friend by the way, one I can confirm, he even has a name, Rich, noted how he remembered, seared into his memory the moon launch… Continue reading

Because just nonsense An ode to a Pillow Pillow Ya know it sounds kinda silly but I could no longer dilly as I had to toss my old pillow today no more dally. Reluctance sure, so many dreams born but surely a bore to those who wouldn’t know, and even some quite naughty. Colors that… Continue reading

That’s it. Just another tune and lyrics, nothing more. (to the tune of Sinatra’s “High Hopes”)   Dashed Hopes Next time you’re downed With your neck on the ground Under Trump secret hounds Hope you’ll be found   Just what makes that orange old rat Think he controls like with a mob bat Pretending to… Continue reading

Just wanted to re-post this “EP” of sorts, tunes and lyrics. Me and Covid Down By The Schoolyard (to the tune of “Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard”)   Check Check Hello? Is this thing on? Can ya hear me in the back?   Trumpy the Tinpot rolled in his head Reasons for his… Continue reading

Well the day started with an intended stop at Price Chopper on my way in to the station. Said in the head intention? Some Polars (seltzers) and maybe a prepared thingy for my lunch … oh, and mayonnaise, Hellman’s to be specific (I can do with “house” brands, generics, on most things but Hellman’s and… Continue reading

(Not that anyone asked for it but an update on my new PC that, in my last post, I thought had given up the ghost rather abruptly). In an English accent from atop a medieval yet modern cart heaped with other assorted dead computers … “I’m not dead yet” Thank you Vivek at Dell from… Continue reading