Jun 10, 2012 |
So. Remember a while ago I said I would either not post as often, and/or post more substantial readings?
Yeah.
This is the caught-in-between post. The post that says, I want to still write, but can’t think of anything to write about.
I could recount my housecleaning endeavors, but not too sure that’s what you’re interested in. And I don’t have it in me to write a poem about dust bunnies. Not today.
I’ve been spending a lot of time in prayer, more than I have for a few months. It’s soothing, and peaceful, and comforting. But that’s all I can say. Every person’s relationship with God is different. And mine is turning more and more personal. So the details are not something I can casually blog about.
I saw Men in Black 3 this weekend. Twice, in fact! And it was great. Both times. Josh Brolin does an amazing portrayal of a young Agent K. If you haven’t seen any of the MIB movies, I strongly recommend them. Seeing MIB3 makes me want to break out the DVD set of I & II. So I guess you know what I’ll be watching by the time you’re reading this.
My house smells like smoke. Like fire. One of my neighbors is having a loud late-night party complete with firepit.
I miss writing. I miss writing with a purpose; substantial postings. I miss it. So I decided earlier today that I’m going to write more and read more.
But right now, I’m going to sleep more. And so ends this Sunday’s stream of consciousness writing.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Jun 9, 2012
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Class of 2012.
You’ve worked hard. You made it through with flying colors.
You made it through the toughest moments.
You stopped and smelled the roses.
And now it’s time to rock the socks off the future.
You can do it.
You will do it.
The world is at your feet.
Tread steady, and make your own path.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Jun 8, 2012
I was just about to grab my watering can this morning when I saw Izzy playing around and above it.
He’s grown a good inch or two in length since I saw him last.
Doesn’t he just look like Spider-Man?
Hey, as long as he and his mate keep the roaches away, he can play whatever he wants.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Jun 8, 2012 |
You’ve heard me talk about Old Blue ~ the Cooper’s Hawk I first noticed back in February. Remember, I took this crappy photo with my Droid cell phone.
I’ve been waiting for him to return, and he has, albeit infrequently. He’s the reason I bought my Kodak a few months ago. Dot was tired of me borrowing hers (and I could never get a great photo of him anyway…), so I opted to invest in my own.
I hadn’t fed the birds for about ten days. So you can imagine the squawking and chirping once I filled the bird bath, the sunflower feeder, and the seed feeder. It took the feathered fliers less than thirty minutes to discover their feastly accommodations, and was a beautiful sight.
I even put out Cheerios and Rice Krispies for the Grosbeaks. [I haven’t seen any of them yet tonight, but it usually takes them awhile]. Suddenly I heard quite the commotion. The birds had been singing happily, but this was loud. Crass. Dangerous. I looked up just to see a large shadow fly across the window… and I knew.
Without seeing him, I knew he was back. Old Blue.
I quickly grabbed the Kodak and sprang to the window. Thankfully, he lit on the fence near the driveway, uncovered by trees and shrubs. I didn’t even have to go outside [which would have invariably scared him away before any decent photography could take place!].
I watched and listened as he called and cried for his dinner, and hopped around looking for something to munch and crunch.
I was delighted to see his eyes still as deep ruby red as I’d remembered, and his blue feathers now hold a more grayish hue. But his breast still beat with the cream and stripes that I knew, and his talons even more bright yellow than I recalled.
Thank you, Old Blue, for sharing dinner time with us. You’re welcome any time, you Great Big Beautiful Bird!
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Jun 7, 2012 |
I saw the news tonight. Ray Bradbury has died at the age of 91.
Bradbury was the author of many great books like Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles, and my personal favorite, Something Wicked This Way Comes.
His science fiction writings often predicted things and events such as the invention of ATM machines. He even prophesied live-action crime on television screens. The immensity of our consumerism. And he hinted often at other worlds, friend or foe.
He has inspired my dreams… and my nightmares. And my writing. I am not gifted in the sci-fi genre, but Bradbury’s books make it so readable, that as a writer I couldn’t help but pick up a beginner’s foray into the unknown.
His great style of combining the detailed color of environment with even more colorful characters has been a staple of school reading for decades. His plots and settings were so dramatic, yet simplistic. Around any normal corner could lurk the largest hero, or smallest shadows. And sometimes both.
The world is a bit lonelier tonight, but the stars are having a party. Their Master of Ceremonies is home.
What’s your favorite Ray Bradbury book?
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
