Got a call that I was being stood up
for
a planned movie date
with my friend
who was called
to attend
a memorial
for a cat she helped to care for
one who acted like a mean tyrant bully
believing she was a lion
dominant and demanding of her people
and her fellow cat
‘marbles’
who is
so sweet and loving
to feed the lion
meant traveling
down the hall
behind
a protective shield
of cardboard
and with
a
backup person
lest there be
a sneak attack
an ambush
and now
the lion
was gone
and
it was to be
a cheesecake, tea, and fruit party
a wake complete with stories and memories and kind words
a gathering of everyone
who had helped care for her over the years
who had ever crossed paths with her
who had owned cats
who had loved and lived with cats
and my friend was left stumped
about what to say
what kind words
could she conjure up?
and she noticed
marbles
the surviving cat
sitting on the window sill
purring and sunning
and licking
the cheesecake
off of her front paws.
—
‘She clawed her way into my heart and
wouldn’t let go of it.’
– missy altijd
campus martius park, detroit, michigan, usa
—
society is like a large piece of frozen water;
and skating well is the great art of social life.
– Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The case of 100 missing brains has been solved. The brains, missing from the university of Texas in Austin, have been found at the university of Texas in San Antonio. T. Schallert, a professor at the Austin campus, said, “They, (the researchers at the San Antonio campus), read a media report and called to say, ‘We’ve got those brains!'”
The brains, used for research, have been AWOL since the 1990s, but their whereabouts took on a new urgency with the publication of a new book, “Malformed: Forgotten Brains of the Texas State Mental Hospital.
I am left wondering how one walks out with 100 brains, and how ironic that they have actually been forgotten.
—
Credits: Gary Larson, the far side, the detroit free press wire services
the vision must be followed by the venture.
it is not enough to stare up the steps, we must step up the stairs. –
– vance havner
—
image credit: abandoned staircase in the Madame Sherri forest, chesterfield, New Hampshire, USA. – faerie magazine
rebecca hunter
is the
nom de plume
that i chose
many years ago
as i planned
to write
my
bodice ripper
romance novel
so
if you ever
see
the name
on a cover
pick up the book
only you
will know
who
the author
really is
and
it promises
to be
a classic
of sorts
—
romance is the glamour
which turns the dust of everyday life
into a golden haze.
– carolyn gold heilbrun
at 4,841 years old, this ancient bristlecone pine
is the oldest known non-clonal organism on earth.
located in the white mountains of california,
in inyo national forest.
—
credit: earthporn.com
the first bite you take of a gingerbread cookie says a lot about your personality,
according to dr. alan hirsch, the neurological director of
‘the smell and taste treatment and research foundation. ‘
if you start with the head: you are a natural born leader
if you prefer the legs: you are sensitive
if you begin with the left arm: you’re likely creative
if you begin with the right arm: you tend to be pessimistic
if you don’t want to be judged for how you eat the thing,
you might just want to tear off everything at once when no one is looking.
a reblog of one of my first posts, as i await my loyal and hard-working computer’s return to life. and security is something we all seek and need. enjoy –
playing with my grand babies recently, and watching each of them reach for various familiar things when tired or in need of comfort, i was taken back to the days when my three daughters were young. each of them, as well as their friends, had something they relied on to soothe and reassure themselves. it seemed to be a very personal choice and there was no way for the adults to predict or account for these important selections.
in our house, it ran the gamut from a very long, skinny strip of yellow knitting, (meant to be a blanket but ultimately it became something more akin to a giant scarf, as knitting is not my forte), a well-worn puffy checked blanket, (meant to be a welcome home from the hospital gift for my first daughter, but not actually completed until the third was born…
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I didn't have my glasses on.... 