Frankenberry's Attic

So, after too many years I’m finally in a relationship again. Her name is Heating Pad, Heating Pad for short. She’s very nice. I met her at Walgreens last week after popping my back but good this past Tuesday. Affectionately known as Heating Pad (nicknames are cute in the early stages huh?) she and I… Continue reading

“Yield – A Short Story” Once upon … I was gonna post a version of this earlier yesterday, after I had gotten in to work, while my annoyed pet peevy-ness was still fresh but the day ended up a being a bit of a bear, and time ran away from me screaming. Damned work getting… Continue reading

Every album comes with some B sides right? …   Trumpian Design (posted 12-07-19) There’s warning light’s a flashin’ for a Trumpian reprieve There was some election riggin’, with some Russians up a sleeve But Dem’s they did some diggin’ to more meddlin’ goin’ round And now they’re out to make sure that the walls… Continue reading

Around a year ago I started writing new lyrics and then singing out some tunes with the help of karaoke versions of them, Beatles tunes to be specific, with a Trump theme. No reason on the choice of the Beatles really, it just began that way when I started singing in my head new lyrics… Continue reading

Now I’m sure we all know Facebook and the “memories” that it throws at us every now and then. The latest Facebook memory to come my way, about a week ago, caught me off guard but it was definitely one that was worth the share while it brought a tear or three. It was a… Continue reading

Ya know my mother has always said “Stephen, you can hold your breath ’til you’re blue … don’t touch that … Bloody Hell … are you sure she’s a real redhead? What, you haven’t checked yet? … I’ll brain ya … I know she broke your heart but I want my couch back … If… Continue reading

After a couple of week’s past posting of a something I came across from 13 years ago, to my fave Dire Straits tune, something I came about accidentally in some old files travels, I left it open for a revisit. Thus … (it adds to follow along with the lyrics if I do say so)… Continue reading

So I’m debating. Dinner tonight, the usual one. Cricket the Blind (and even Mimi the Quirky to a lesser degree while Bella has no interest) sharing it with me … Cricket especially fond of wings. And though she may be blind she has a clock that always knows exactly when whatever I’m cooking is done… Continue reading

Another Thanksgiving passed. Time. Thanksgiving has never really been anything more than a marker for me, a telling of the season and a day off, but I appreciate the sentiment. I have a lot to be thankful for. Mom had an always welcome Thanksgiving spot with Aunt Lib and the godsend that is our family,… Continue reading

If you’re still here, living and breathing, disagreeing and hugging, agreeing and fighting, calling your mom or your dad or your sister or your brother, thanking a friend for being just that, loving your better half and your kid (s), standing on soapboxes shouting at the world or hoping that someone else soapboxes for you… Continue reading