All I am saying…Is give PEACE a chance…..(John Lennon)
Peace
Author: housekeeping
Stop and Go
It would be so much fun… Just let myself go… But I am responsible… Mature and wise… It’s not the done thing…I know.
You’re so much fun to flirt with… You and your talking eyes… But I got job that demands a lot…And a wife that always says , ‘Whoa.’
Be on your way… And I’ll be on mine…We can never be ties that bind…So let’s surrender… Try to remember… It hurts more to STOP than to GO….
The Cat Came Back
It is with a broken heart we announce that our Bad Boy Andy Cat is MIA, presumed killed in action. Andy’s ‘let the cat in, let the cat out’ was so consistent that we were totally blindsided.
We (meaning Wonderboy) have beat the bushes beside, under, by the creek, to no avail as well as have neighbours on high alert, in case we have to extradite a Rescue Mission.
Everyday Andy seemed to shrink, so a feather was heavier than he was. Still with loud and annoying caterwauling, he insisted we let him continue his outside routine and we capitulated.
We like to believe Andy, like a Brave Warrior Viking, reached Valhalla with only his paw as his sword, ready to continue feasting and fighting for eternity.
Bad Boy Andy leaves behind his sister Diva Calico Gen Cat who he treated like a princess…because well, she is a princess…. Andy also leaves behind Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (Charlie) Cat who he loved to intimidate and chase round and round the house…just for the hal-a-bit…although as he aged, the chases ceased and a good snarl sufficed. And then, Andy leaves behind his Baby Dog Jakita who he groomed faithfully and protected from all known and unknown dangers, be it the sound of the vacuum cleaner or the rumble of distant thunder.
Everyone has a Bad Boy Andy story…he was so devoted and loving with us, played with squirrels and raccoons, but had a misguided belief he could battle and win against other feral, or forest freaks…like Frank Sinatra…He did it his way.
The End or Not Quite
PS: Happy Ending…The cat came back…the cat came back..thought he was a goner but the cat came back…in a week and a day….
Delta Dawn, Wherever Have You Gone?
And then one day, on the 2nd Summer of her arrival, Delta Dawn was Gone.Baby.Gone. The Children of the Forest diligently stalked the ramshackle old house, the alley she used to float down, for days, until we reached the unsavoury consensus, she had left, like she had come, disappearing like a soap bubble in to an unknown destination….And so, it was time to ask our inscrutable, sworn to secrecy, Mother and Father just where was our Fallen Angel, Delta Dawn ?
It seems like Adults love Secrets, even more than their own kin because, total Poker Faced, one parent lying, the other swearing to it, Father said he heard (think Peter Rabbit???), Delta Dawn had been assigned another location where there were even more corrupt folks than ourselves, who had Lessons to Learn in order to find The Way, The Truth and The Light….we didn’t (really) believe him.
In tandem, we rolled our eyes, filed outside and headed to what was once called our Play House…renamed our Little House and newly Christened our Club House (so much more mature, we thought) to brainstorm possibilities, run them up a flag pole, Plan-Do-Check-Act.
We Baby Boomers weren’t tethered to Social Media for entertainment… ‘in the day’…. we met face-to-face, we invented games, competitions and actually read books like Nancy Drew’s The Mystery of the Missing Candlesticks and the Hardy Boys, The Haunting at Echo Lake. We considered ourselves to be First Class Detectives and Sleuths so…
So someone suggested we borrow our Auntie’s Ouija Board and ask it where Delta Dawn was hanging out, but after discussing it at length, we decided that that the Board gave such vague responses, which could be translated so many ways, so let’s shelf that idea for now. (Note: Not Reject… Maybe revisit in future if all else failed.)
Next someone brought forth the idea that maybe Auntie Spinster (christened Auntie out of respect, not related by blood) could read our Tea Leaves. She did a great job of telling us we would all go far, get married, have children, live happily ever after. The only problem…she was a Never-to-Be-Trusted-Adult and if any of us let it slip that our intentions were to find Delta Dawn, she may tell our parents who would nip the idea (and us) in the bud. We might endure House Arrest for the rest of the Summer….Probably best not to pursue this Chain of Action if your Freedom was at stake.
But there is always an answer, as long as there is a question… in’it? Our family had the original deeds of all the surrounding properties passed down through the generations….we’d see if that would lend a clue or two.
It was, as you can imagine, a huge convoluted Journal of Maps and names listing of every family. Surely it would show the ramshackle old house, its listed owner and his progeny…..maybe the very missing clue to find our Fallen Angel, Delta Dawn.
Father kept the Journal, with its strange hieroglyphics, at the bottom of an old trunk, up in the attic, away from little snooping eyes because it listed every birth, even those who were stillborn or born ‘on the wrong side of the blanket’ as the Old Folks would say….and it wasn’t any of our business to know the details, according to our Mother and Father.
Even families in the Children of the Forest held such pink and blue surprises and somehow we would have to bypass that information as to not bring them embarrassment….everyone knew…but ssshhh…it’s still a Secret….And ya never knew when you’d need them to help build a barn, birth a child or help out at the Church Bazaar…so, as mentioned in other revelations, Country Folk play the Long Game…Never Forget…. yet Never Reveal…
So…Hang on Delta Dawn….We’re gonna rescue you….Hang on Delta Dawn….We’re gonna rescue you….
Know When to Hold ‘Em
I am The D.C.G., The.Diva.Calico.Gen…. How awesome is that name??? Maybe not as out there as The O.A…. The.Original.Angel…. but then I don’t do parallel universes…I am all in to the Here and Now of the Here and Now. Still I got some moves that other Kitty Kats would purr for and I know… When to Hold It, I Know When to Fold It, I Know When to Walk Away and I Know When to Run…..
Now everyone knows my predilection with Glamor and Razzle-Dazzle….the painting of my toe (I mean claw) nails …. I haven’t tried lipstick yet but when I see it in some gob smacking golden fire sparkle shade of rapture (or do I have to invent it myself….again….a Girl’s gotta do, what a Girl’s gotta do), then I’ll be ALL IN.…..
Then there is my teeny tiny diamond studs in my pointy little earlobes (coming soon) and the diamond collar (okay, it will be Zircons….whatever….long as I fool those Yummy Mummies of Oakville…and their pampered but oblivious pets). Lately, after carefully observing those Yummy Mummies, walking their cossetted prodigies with their blinged out collars (and leads), I am thinking….I will have to one up them…how about a little bracelet, to wear just above the paw….on the cuff…made of rainbow crystals that catch every sunbeam, creating a spectrum of shades that blindingly hypnotize any Rubber.Neckers….but that may all be in another Time.And.Dimension so for now…Just the Facts, Ma’am…. Just the Facts, Ma’am….
And the fact is…well… some Kiss the Sky…some Kiss the Blarney Stone…and some Kiss the Fountain of Youth (for a price, paid in this world or the next…randomly chosen by your Internal Wheel of Fate)…and Bad Boy Andy swears that is what has happened to me….we are born the same day, to the same Mama but where he wobbles, I pounce, where his eyes glaze over, mine sparkle and shine, like as he winds down, I wind up.
The Bad Boy says, maybe (mos’ def), I made a Deal With the Devil…which works for today but not so much for the Unknown Parallel Dimensions, coming soon….. Yikes, maybe I am the Red Priestess Melisandre from Game of Thrones …. when I take off my Zircon collar, I will turn into a wizened, old, bald, skin and bones replica of cat corpse….but there is no such thing as hokus-pokus magic spells…right???
Bad Boy Andy must be yanking my chain…I am sure totally…after all, I want to end up in Pet Paradise with our Big Bro Beau-Re-Gard – (RIP), Bad Boy Andy, Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (whenever they’re out of here), even poor Tailess Miss Mao Cat, Kat Manda and all our dear wildlife feral, (Gone but Never Forgotten) ….and of course, my BFF-All-Knowing-Angel-Puppy Jakita…..so just STOP with this stuff that I am doomed to Purgatory for somehow doing something I didn’t even ask for….Just except it and get over it…I’m Special…..maybe a bit shallow….but still Special.
You know me: I won’t hand in my chips….Till I’m seated at the table…There’ll be time enough for remorse’….Once the wheel’s been spun….(Paraphrase The Gambler: Kenny Rogers)
Working Nine to Five
This is the dullest job…The dullest job that ever could be….It could be done by anyone… Instead…It’s done by me!
The Auditors ask the same questions…About probabilities, curves and projections….Trying to find my errors…Like a lawyer… I’m always defending….
Now to be President…That’s so me….Comes with honor, brains and status…Please set me free…I got all Three…Oh, that those who have eyes…Could see…
So for now, best bury my ambitions…No Executive decisions cast by me…. As I work on… Scheming up my future..Dreams take me where I want to be…..
Cuz: Working Nine to Five…What a way to make a living…..
In the Day
It’s not like I know much about ‘in the day’…but of course, being a Baby Boomer, Momma does. Now we know our Momma has been known to underplay, overplay and exaggerate (well, at least stretch) the truth, but in every story there is a grain of truth with a lesson to be learned, so I pay attention….mostly.
One story Momma told me was about attending weddings ‘in the day’. No $100,000.00 Cinderella Fairytale wedding with limos, a Paradise Venue providing six course meals with a nine foot tall wedding cake made out of frosted filler and actual cake layers, a DJ to ‘Get the Party Started’, a huge display of Fireworks….then a Food truck arrives, in the wee hours, with sliders, while tables groan with cakes, squares, chocolate fountains, candy…oh, I forgot the Photo Booth to memorialize the Best.Wedding.Ever……
‘In the Day’ (say 1940’s-50’s), the Bride and Groom married in a simple ceremony and the Minister announced to the congregation (which consisted of family members, from both sides, friends and neighbors), an invitation to the bride’s home to celebrate the joining of two families till death did they part….no invitations were sent out…no RSVP necessary. Once they had all arrived, home made wine or spirits were passed around to the men, while the women were offered tea or coffee, and the kids were served Cool Aid. Then the women got busy in the kitchen, setting up the pot luck supper to which they had all contributed.
Now I get to the part that troubles me. Momma said the men were fed first, so that they could have all they wanted of whatever they wanted…after all men did physical labour, brought home the bacon, so to say. Once the men were ‘fed up’, the lady guests were invited to eat…and…if there was any food left over, the children could share it. At many the wedding, anniversary, Momma said, she and the other kids sat on the long, steep, dark staircases, praying there would be leftovers…if not, Her-Mother-God-Rest-Her-Soul, fed her kids when they returned home. I mean, dogs are treated better today….
I roll my big brown eyes when Momma starts on how spoiled and pampered we dogs and cats are today in comparison to ‘in the day’. Momma tells me cats lived in the barn, in the heat of the summer, or in the Arctic Vortex in the dead of winter…when I shuddered Momma said, ‘what…they could get in a stall with a horse or cow for warmth.’ Now my eyes are not just rolling, they are spinning around in circles. I love our kitties…who could do that….well, Momma conceded, sometime in the 1960’s, Her-Mother-God-Rest-Her-Soul, started bringing the cats indoors and they not only quickly and quietly took over, they also never left….pity, that.
Momma says the dogs were always allowed in doors (at her home, anyway) because they were supposed to be Guard Dogs…mostly they slept through anyone coming to and through the door, didn’t even raise their head or wag their tail at the intruders… not like there was much to steal but children and everyone had as many as they wanted at home already.
Anyway, it would be hard to stop these country folk entering since doors were never locked…starting at 6:am you never knew who was going to amble by, have a cup of coffee on his way to a full day of cutting hay, lumber, wool off sheep ….whatever needed to be done…no specialists, ‘in the day’….
Now pets were never bought high protein, vitamin enriched dry food in bags or little trays of roasted to perfection wet food…the cats lived on a lot of field mice and bread soaked in milk. Dogs got only food scraps, leftovers. Now I love human food and I get a bit and a bite every day. Our Vet is obsessed with my weight (give me my way, I’d eat till I dropped) so everything I consume, Momma knows the Calorie Count, if I had enough exercise to burn and churn them…so even with my most begging eyes I cannot swindle more… just saying…Praise God I wasn’t born ‘in the day’ and….
As Forest Gump would say: ‘That’s all I gotta say about that subject….’
Coaches Kiss & Cry
The Coaches are looking bewildered… Can you see that look in their eyes…..Did they ever give your kid…Permission…To use that outrageous hair dye???
And what’s with that God awful hair style….Poor Coaches….Must drive them just insane…But Thank goodness, I got it in writing….I know they are already there…
From Morguefile.com
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Why would they eat so much junk food…. As parents have ya never chastised them… Coach you’re doing such a fine job…. Interference would only add problems…
So Coaches, I’ll make y’all a promise….I won’t blame You…If you don’t blame me….When you have children…I’ll remain silent….As they decide what THEY wanna be…..
Flying High
When ever you walked into the room… I suddenly came alive… I wanted to scream…That you were my dream…But I kept it all inside….
They saw me play my roll… The captain in command… It was so confusing… The war we were losing…While we catered to Social demands…
JPG: By mparkes
If we could have taken off into the night… Only you, me and the moon… We’d always be together…Bring on forever… Star crossed souls perfectly in tune….
Yet we had to put on our act… We pretended to only be friends… We knew for certain… Love would end up hurting… Flying high on all its demands…
Know When to Hold It
I am The D.C.G., ….The.Diva.Calico.Gen…. How awesome is that name??? You say….maybe…well not as out there as The O.A…. The.Original.Angel…. but then I don’t do parallel universes…
I am all in to the Here and Now of the Here and Now. Still, I got some moves that other Kitty Kats would purr for…. cuz I know … ‘When to Hold It, I Know When to Fold It, I Know When to Walk Away and I Know When to Run’…..much smarter than Bad Boy Andy that way… but it may be I was born with the two X (female) chromosomes….
Now everyone knows my predilection with Glamor and Razzle–Dazzle….the painting of my toe (I mean claw) nails …. I haven’t tried lipstick yet but when I see it in some gob smacking golden fire sparkle shade of rapture (or do I have to invent it myself….again….a Girl’s gotta do, what a Girl’s gotta do), then I’ll be ALL IN.…..
Then there is my teeny tiny diamond studs in my pointy little earlobes (coming soon) and the diamond collar (okay, it will be Zircons….whatever….long as I fool those Yummy Mummies of Oakville…and their pampered but oblivious pets). Lately, after carefully observing those Yummy Mummies, walking their cossetted prodigies with their blinged out collars (and leads), I am thinking…. Momma will have to one up them…how about a little bracelet, to wear just above the paw….on the cuff…made of Rainbow Crystals that catch every sunbeam, creating a Spectrum of Shades that blindingly hypnotizes any Rubber.Neckers….but that may all be in another Time.And.Dimension so for now…Just the Facts, Ma’am…. Just the Facts, Ma’am….
And the fact is…well some, Kiss the Sky…some, Kiss the Blarney Stone…and some, Kiss the Fountain of Youth (for a price, paid in this world or the next…randomly chosen by your Internal Wheel of Fate)…and Bad Boy Andy swears that is what has happened to me….we are born the same day, to the same Mama but where he wobbles, I pounce, where his eyes glaze over, mine sparkle and shine, like as he winds down, I wind up.
The Bad Boy says, maybe (mos’ def), I made a Deal With the Devil…which works for today but not so much for the Unknown Parallel Dimensions, coming soon….. Yikes, maybe I am the Red Priestess Melisandre from Game of Thrones …. when I take off my Zircon collar, I will turn into a wizened, old, bald, skin and bones replica of cat corpse….but… there is no such thing as hokus-pokus magic spells…right???
Bad Boy Andy must be yanking my chain…I am sure totally…after all, I want to end up in Pet Paradise with our Big Bro Beau-Re-Gard – (RIP), Bad Boy Andy, Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (whenever they’re out of here), even poor No Tail Miss Mao Cat, Kat Mandu and all our dear wildlife feral, (Gone but Never Forgotten) ….and of course, my BFF-All-Knowing-Angel-Puppy Jakita…..so just STOP with this stuff that I am doomed to Purgatory for somehow doing something I didn’t even ask for….Just accept it and get over it, my Bad Boy Andy…
I’m Special…..maybe a bit shallow….but still Special. After much pondering, I’ve decided to embrace and even preach, to all who have ears to listen:
Ya never cash in your chips….When you’re seated at the table…There’ll be time enough for reality….Once the wheel’s been spun….
(Paraphrase The Gambler: Kenny Rogers)
