Frankenberry's Attic

A one of two kittens that come by the pair, replete with four mittens and a wide eyed small stare, she moments to pause from a kitten cat’s chores, to jump and to hop and to run and to plop atop sibling who mistakenly stopped and a … plop … ahead of fast sibling play… Continue reading

I know that hoping after losing the election that there might finally be a lack of Trump material was a fool’s thought.   All Star – Lapdog   Somebody once told me a stupid could get lonely Allow an autocrat to pla-ay In a nation of ideals this stupid gets the feels A lun-acy embraced… Continue reading

So now that we’ve gotten all gratitudey … and eaten, I think it’s safe to possibly air out some annoyances. I was gonna do it yesterday but I didn’t want to step on all this gratituding going around, especially when it was so well called for, so necessary in such a sad, sad year as… Continue reading

It’s been a long year, a too long a year filled with too many painful reminders of how fragile this all is. I wrote a lot of words last night given the time of an extra day/night (a favorite of things), getting lost in waaaaay too many of those words that kept me up, but… Continue reading

Ok, we’ll call this being on kick.   A cure of the tired tired, or at least a treatment.   Besides that Juan and John laminated grade school picture art project that I posted of earlier I have another piece of something that has always been with me.   The Steelers had always been a… Continue reading

Just because I’m tired, tired. When I was a kid, in grade school, we had an art project. I was maybe 7 or 8 years old. The project was to find a picture that meant something to us and we were going to laminate it (you also had to find something to laminate it on… Continue reading

As Hollywood screenwriters and those that specialize in surreal dark humor shake their heads in frustration knowing that no matter how good they are at what they do they will never be as good as the reality that is the batshittery of the Rudy Traveling Medicine Show, where the only thing missing from this latest… Continue reading

The other day I posted to Facebook an imagined thought from old, quirky girl Mimi, with a picture of her sitting at my hip, as she often sits, on the Shoes chair, asking me to maybe write at my blog something about cats. “Mimi says I should write something at my blog about cats. I… Continue reading

(to the tune of “Walk Of Life” – Dire Straits) Though I was hoping for a new found lack of material with an Orange loss,  there is still, sadly, more to be had.  Future dreaming despots don’t go down easy it seems, especially when they’re enabled.  I’m not really sure of this one really like… Continue reading

It’s a weird day. When you’ve spent so much time railing it’s weird to not have to rail any longer, or at least for five minutes. When a number of Me’s, or at least a greater number of Me’s than the number of them’s said enough. When these Me’s said can we catch a break… Continue reading