I'm back

And so Carlyn mailed me a note asking me if I had stopped blogging. I had. I have. At least for a while. Now my fingers are getting the itch again, so maybe I will take it up for yet another round. I kind of missed it, dissing all and sundry and making a fool of myself...well maybe I did not miss making a fool of myself, I do that too easily and too frequently, but all the same. I missed not sharing my thoughts.
In the meanwhile the site has changed and I am trying to find my way....schucks...I am a big boy, I can learn a few new tricks, just watch and see.
I am still waiting for the day when one can just talk to the computer. Wow, what a relief that would be to me. My thoughts, slow and cumbersome as they may be, are still light years faster than my poor uneducated fingers trying to type. One day....one day I shall be able to really, really blog what I think. Y'all just wait.

And so I wondered.....do I really have anything to say ?
anything of importance ?
or am I writing this blog just to see my feeble words appear on my page.
I don't really know
I am grabbling with this issue and I am not anywhere near a clear-cut solution
I am, however, aware that I miss sharing my thoughts
so maybe I shall persevere and see what might happen.

This is a story that made me laugh and made me cry.
A little church in Italy decided to restore a five hundred something year old fresco.
The fresco depicted the tree of life.
It was a tree where the fruit were penises and the fresco showed a collection of women trying to pick the fruits.
The restoration had lasted about a year when some experts raised the alarm.
All the penises had disappeared.
Oops, said the restorers, who conveniently had not noticed it before, maybe the harsh chemicals made the penises go away. Not the tree, not the collection of women, just the penises.
Some really harsh conservative Republican chemicals.
So let this be lesson to all. Never expose your penis to harsh conservative republican chemicals. That will make it go away.
Penis envy.

My favorite tree, the one that regales me once a year with an astonishing display of cascading yellow flowers, makes a pod , a sort oversize bean, wherein are the seeds/beans.
For weeks if not months I have tried to make the beans sprout. It is possible, I know because that is what Chuck and I did to make the tree that I have now.
It is possible, I keep reminding me.
I even went so far as to collect a pod from a tree growing miles and miles from here, thinking that maybe mine were not pollinated.
And now, as I checked the pots this morning, I saw a tiny little green spear sticking up of the soil. One little guy. Sure there are a few others but I am not too sure about their lineage they all look alike at the early stage; but this little birthday growth, that is the real thing, because I can see the bean it is growing from, and that is the one I planted.
I am thrilled and nervous. I want to protect this little growth, make sure it gets all it needs. Ward off any and all leaf-eating insects and creepy crawlies. But then again maybe I should just let nature take its course. It has before. Still, a little help won't hurt. One tiny little helpless spear.

Ans so I cried. I did not know what else to do. It was (is) my birthday. I am as of today, 68 years old.
I am a 68 years old curmudgeon, a thing most sane people will avoid. A person that should be held up as an example of what not to be. A person like me.
And yet.
Am I so bad compared to so many others ?
I think not.
I might be a smidgen more honest but so what ?
Honesty did not make many friends and therefore I have very few friends
but I am here
and I still write my blog
That's worth something, aint it ?

Rodents!
At this point I am willing to blame them for just about anything from excessive gas expulsion to halitosis.
Truth ?
They bother me. They bother me because when at times I open the doors to the cabinet where I hear them making noises, I am at times confronted with a Disneyesque looking little creature that as often as not will just sit still and look at me. Big scary me. And then slowly go back to whatever rodents do when not pestered by things like me. Big scary me. And I despair.
What does one do to make these rodents go away ?
One hires a cat.
One hires an old, ugly, belligerent cat. A cat that takes pride in its job, to eliminate rodents. Such a cat has to deal with the Unloved Ones ( my mutts ) and, uno contra quatro, one against four are just bad odds.
But any pussy worth its salt ? will not only put up with, it will negate the powers of the Worthless Ones . It will show the world that righteous pussies will prevail over worthless ones any old day.
Poor old mutts.

PSSTTTT YA wanna know a secret ?
Here is one.
Whenever I have a bit too much to drink, my vocabulary expands to multi-syllable words. And lots of them. So when you read a post of mine and I am using all kinds of big words, be advised. I have most probably imbibed, and liberally.
Sad, it is not, that that is what it takes, a thing that should be perfectly natural.
We have such a vibrant and beautiful language and yet
when you listen to rap artists, they might as well be speaking a foreign tongue.
And as you might have guessed, I have been imbibing.
Cheers.