How is it that cats know how to pose no matter how unlikely the props? In this case, it is a bag of concrete Pasiano brought to fasten Frida’s memorial down with. Always fun to see what pose they will be in when I drive into the garage. Here are some further poses from the past .
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Damning Science
Wisdom newly learned or tribal,
from Koran or Scroll or Bible
demarcates a line between
what shouldn’t or what should be seen
or said or listened to or done.
No matter how seemingly fun,
some things cannot be integrated.
No masterpiece is tolerated
if banned by the censor’s tool.
Thus do bigots thrive and rule
spouting truths long since belied—
asserting them as bonafide.
These half-truths to reason’s sorrow
may dictate how we live tomorrow—
our whole world screwed up by some fools
who bend the laws to their own rules,
spouting words skewed to their favor,
creating slogans dullards savor.
There is one rule for what the zealots shout.
After you have heard them out,
use your good sense to judge the acts
of those determining the facts.
Use your powers of reason to test
those who rule at our behest.
Prompt words today are masterpiece, tribal, integrated and demarcate
This little orchid, although not perfectly symmetrical, seems more or less to fill the bill.
Kukla and Ollie, Wednesday Afternoon
Kukla and Ollie, Thursday Afternoon. Creatures of Habit.
I went to the orchid show up on the mountain in Mazamitla today. This is one of the beauties I saw.
For Cee’s FOTD
Photo by Nick Collins on Unsplash. Used with permission
Beets
They say there’s a conspiracy in our retired community
to try to form a sort of dietary unity.
Go easy on potatoes and cut down on your beef.
They say such limitations bring intestinal relief.
Cut down on your sodium. Eat fish instead of meats.
Eschew bread and pastry, but double up on beets.
You’ll assuage all your ailments, cut down on your weight,
and a much longer lifetime will likely be your fate.
More years without chocolate. More years without bread.
More years of deprivation. And then you’ll still be dead!!
Prompts for the day are retire, conspiracy, community, assuage and beet.
This is the ornate front door of my across-the-street neighbors, Brad and David. I came over to admire my newly-installed memorial for my roof dog Frida, now two years gone. Her ashes are inside so she can regain her former favorite spot on the dome of my house, surveying the neighborhood.
For Norm’s Thursday DoorsPrompt.
