This is probably the latest I’ve ever posted, but, I decided I didn’t want to go out this morning before the expected random technician, who is scheduled to set up my internet service when he/she arrives, at about 9 AM…. If all goes well, I’ll be hooked up by 10, & posted within a few minutes…. or, possibly a bit later, if we get help from Murphy…. Either way, it shouldn’t be later than 11 or so, so, I’m waiting…. It’s a good one, and worth waiting for, I think, though, like the last two, it has managed to grow into epic proportions…. What can I say? I keep trying to make each one better than the last time, every time; I guess I get carried away by the competition with myself, forgetting how much I’ve already dones…. SIGH…. Enjoy, please….
— Of the Training of Children —
“Become what you are.” — Buddha
To tell the truth, considering the total message of the three pearls (two text, one a graphic metaphor), I can’t think of single way to follow up that won’t make me look like an idiot, or, at best, perhaps, an egotistical fool…. Oh, wait, I’ve been doing that for years…. Oh well, if there had been any hope of keeping that to myself, I probably wouldn’t have been bright enough to figure out how to do so, anyway, so, I may as well just shoulder the blame for my overweening ambition, at which I’ve had a LOT of practice, then, try to get a little further down the page before I lose control of this completely…. Fat chance, but, hey….
So, how’s the weather where you are? What we’ve seen here in the Bay Area, so far this year, has been completely unpredictable, to a degree I’ve never seen before…. But, that would lead into a rant on climate change, and it’s only the second paragraph… Perhaps that can wait…. Okay, hmm… Oh, the graphic metaphor! There we go…
The picture, cats being the perfect metaphor needed there, is one of my own, taken about five years ago, when the cat, Tony, was about six years old. He was a Pixie Bob, a registered breed, designer bred to resemble a lynx’s (bobcat) pattern of coloration, but, in a domestic feline shape & size… They are a large breed for a domestic cat; as you see, he was about four and a half feet tall when stretched up, and no lightweight, weighing in at just over sixteen pounds… I once saw him jump straight up to the top of the kitchen cabinets, 11 feet off the ground, as if he were being levitated…. I left the eye shine in the picture, because it gives the viewer an idea of the power of his will, as well as supplying a strong metaphoric pillar of support for the following quote from the Buddha, as Tony is, so obviously, exactly what he is…. all cat.
Another striking characteristic of this breed of cats is their behavioral outlook, which somewhat resembles that of a dog, in that they like, even prefer, to be in human company; they will follow their human companion from room to room, will come when called, as well as sitting on command for a treat; he loved nothing better than to sit on laps, or at our feet wherever we were in the house…. This particular cat, at least, got along very well with dogs, especially the one who was there when he came to live with us… Noah, an elderly heeler mix, (10 years old when he and Tony met) became, to Tony, the big brother he had always wanted.
When my house mate brought him home from the shelter, Tony jumped out of the box, took one look at the dog standing about five feet away, walked over, bumped his head on the dog’s chin, rubbing against his leg, & made a big show of affection. Noah, a phlegmatic sort of fellow, looked up at me quizzically, as if to say, “Now what do I do with him?” Tony, being a cat, then walked off, to sniff his new cat tower, and explore his new home…. which, by his demeanor as he looked around, he was determined to memorize by smell, inch by inch… In fact, his curiosity was so great, we gave him the official title of Inspector General…. In our house, no package was ever opened without his having to be there to observe, and inspect the contents completely….
Tony loved Noah, as amply evidenced by how he liked to eat Noah’s food, right next to him; he was constantly following him around, when not following us, & would actually bring him balls to play with (Tony would fetch some types of objects, such as one particular stuffed mouse)…. He somehow knew Noah liked balls, clued in, perhaps by the old tennis balls littering the floor around Noah’s bed, which he collected to bring home on his walks… (Noah had his own odd traits; this one had him finding old, dirty balls, usually tennis balls, which he would pick up, hold delicately in his mouth, carry home, and leave by his bed… He didn’t mind if we washed it first, then he wanted to add it to his pile…)
As Noah got older & had a harder time going upstairs, Tony would follow behind him, batting playfully at his tail, and or his butt, goading him up the steps…. Sometimes, after Noah came back from a long, tiring walk or outing, Tony would come to him where he had laid down, bump his head to Noah’s face, then curl up beside him, guarding him as he rested…. I have a picture of them in that pose, with Tony staring straight at the camera as Noah sleeps…. Sadly, I can’t find it, & don’t have a hard copy to scan… but, it exists, because Tony loved Noah….
Another odd trait Noah had with balls was about fetching, a habit that also extended to sticks…. When out & about, if I picked up a stick, & threw it, he would run & fetch it back, once…. If I threw it again, he would fetch it, bring it halfway back, stop, lay down, put it down, & grin, right at me…. He would then get up, & race back to me, & away down the path, leaving the stick, and/or, sometimes, a ball he got distracted into forgetting (squirrels happen….), never to be chased again…. He just wouldn’t fetch anything more than once; too much dignity, I guess…. Or, just too smart to run around like a fool after a stick…. Hell, here’s his picture, (with the same eyes as Tony)…. you be the judge…
Just before Noah passed away, at the age of 17+ years, I wrote a tribute, which has been reproduced previously here, but, I don’t know when. I also posted it at another site; here is that link, which is still active: http://therealowner.com/dogs/an-ode-to-noah/ Tony, to my knowledge, still lives in the same place with his personal attendant; circumstances led me to move elsewhere when Tony was about six years old, about three or so years ago, & I haven’t seen him since…. but, he was a great cat, one I’ll always remember….
Whew! Talk about falling into reminiscence…. I guess I miss having animals around more than I thought…. It wouldn’t be right just now to take on that responsibility, as I want to travel, further than would be easy to do, even with a companion animal…. Not so hard for me, but, not so easy for the animal to deal with all the changes necessitated in traveling between countries (not to mention the different laws re: dogs, cats, etc. from place to place….). When I’m done seeing what I want to see overseas, I’ll find another friend, one I will learn how to train & certify as medical/companion dog, to aid with my PTSD, and with my increasingly challenging ambulation, which I know will get worse as time goes on…. Oh well… that’s all for later…. I can be patient, until I see a bit more of the world that I’ve yet to see…
I’d say that’s probably….. no, I’ll be honest again, & just say it’s enough…. (That way, I forestall anyone who might mutter, or scream, “it’s MORE than enough, you fool!”) Heck, I’m no dummy…. I know it’s enough for an intro, or three, maybe…. well, two anyway, one for Noah, and one for Tony, either of whom can stimulate a great deal of verbiage when mentioned; witness the above…. Honesty also compels me to think about duty, which means we should be on our way into the rest of today’s unplanned mess…. Improvisation isn’t easy, you know…. ask anybody…. But, it does give me the out I need, to get us back to where we need to be, in order to eventually find our way out again…. Watch your step, please, and duck at once when you hear the command…
~~ James Montgomery ~~
— The Issues of Life and Death —
After such a long intro section, I won’t trouble y’all with a rant…. especially when I managed to put together this sort of oldish-schoolish type of pearl, with a mixture of text and photo media…. I think it came out pretty well; I hope you do, as well….
“The average man never really thinks from beginning to end of his life. The mental activity of such people is only a mouthing of cliches. What they mistake for thought is simply repetition of what they have heard. My guess is that well over 80% of the human race goes through life without having a single original thought. Whenever a new one appears the average man shows signs of dismay and resentment.” — H. L. Mencken: “Minority Report: H. L. Mencken’s Notebooks”
Which, naturally, leads me to think of politicians…. besides, I’ve got these cool pearls about that…. Follow the bouncing ideas, ffolkes, for a good chuckle, which is better than crying, because it’s all too true….
“Liberals feel unworthy of their possessions. Conservatives feel they deserve everything they’ve stolen.” — Mort Sahl
“I passed my ethics course. I cheated, of course.”– overheard in the US Senate Bar
“House Ethics Committee” — Oxymoron
“Every actual State is corrupt. Good men must not obey laws too well.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), “Politics”
“The tragedy of modern war is not so much that the young men die but that they die fighting each other–instead of their real enemies back home in the
capitals.” — Edward Abbey
“If I am elected, the concrete barriers around the WHITE HOUSE will be replaced by tasteful foam replicas of ANN MARGARET!” — Zippy the Pinhead
“Hence these tears.” — Terence (185-159 BC) — Act i, Sc. 1, 99, (126.)
I still don’t have my internet service, and don’t want to wait two more hours until I can access the online sources I keep to find and pick poetry for this section… which means, of course, another of mine…. Here’s one you’ve seen before (duh!), but, hey, all I can do is all I can do…. Written and first posted in April of 2013:
If only I knew what I was doing here,
I could give others a clue.
Reality gets stranger every year,
and I’m not sure what I should do.
Singing happy old tunes, in an old, gravely voice,
gives me a lot of pleasure.
I’m only glad I can still make a choice,
to look at life, to take its measure.
Memorable moments keep passing by
gilded, framed in precious emotion.
I never have to ask anyone why,
no need for a stronger potion.
Everything in life is clear, to me
there is no doubt, no misunderstanding.
We’re all good, as you can see,
members of Life, in good standing.
Life can be hard, or it can be great fun;
the right path is there for each of us to take.
That choice is often a difficult one;
pay close attention to the choice you make.
~~ gigoid ~~
“All teachings are mere references. The true experience is living your own life. Then, even the holiest of words are only words.” — Deng Ming-Dao
Okay…. here’s the deal…. For five days now, I think, (it’s all blurred together, which often happens to us when something is a pain in the ass for a long time. We tend to try to block it out in our heads….), I’ve been without internet service at home, and have had to write these pearls ahead of time, then go post them in the morning… which, naturally, complicates the procedure, and, given the somewhat distressing level of pain I’ve been experiencing all week, makes me feel damn heroic just to get them done….
In fact, all four days, I’ve come home and come close to collapsing, one way or the other…. I’ve missed other appointments, but, damn if I didn’t get posted, so, the hell with the rest of it…. This Pearl will be the last one so processed, if all goes as planned, so, tomorrow’s should look different, and may even return to a workable size…. I know I’ve been going a bit overboard in length…. Too much time to think about it, and add to it, (like now), when working on it gets spread out through the day like it has been….
What we have here, to finish this off, are twelve pearls, (plus the opening pearl in this section, which brings the total to a perfectly odd thirteen pearls, all lined up & glimmering, in a gorgeous necklace of virtual gems….), all of which were collected over these last four days, but, without finding the right place to use them, or a graphic to go with…. So, you get them all at once… They don’t make much sense if you try to put them together as a train of thought(s), so, don’t bother… It gave me a headache when I tried, and you don’t want to take a chance on fainting or getting nauseated so late in the final section, do you? No, I didn’t think so….
Just let them sort of trip and tumble in the swift current, over the steadfast rocks in your mind’s ever-flowing stream of consciousness, stimulating a thought, then letting it float away, turning with childlike, astonished delight, to perceive the next…. Laugh if you wish, or cry, or think…. it doesn’t matter in the ultimate analysis, and none of these will be included in the material used for the Quiz….. All you have to do is enjoy….
“I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: “O Lord, make my enemies ridiculous.” And God granted it.” — Voltaire
“If there is a wrong way to do something, most people will do it every time.” — Rudin’s Law
“In a crisis that forces a choice to be made among alternative courses of action, people tend to choose the worst possible course.” — Rudin’s Second Law
“Speak more softly to be better heard by a deaf public.” — Joseph Joubert (French writer, 1754 – 1824 )
“During the darkest days of World War II, when each night brought waves of Luftwaffe bombers raining death and destruction on a near-defenseless London, Prime Minister Churchill went on the air to address the British people. “I read this morning’s paper that Herr Hitler plans to wring England’s neck like that of a chicken,” he began, “and I was reminded of what the Irish poacher said as he stood on the gallows. Its seems the poor fellow was approached by a well-meaning if somewhat overzealous priest who, in horrific detail, described the unfading torments of Hades which awaited him if he did not repent of his misdeeds. The condemned man listened patiently to all that the priest had to say, and when he was done, grinned broadly and replied, ‘Eat it raw, fuzz nuts.'” — Smart Bee
Liberty’s a glorious feast;
‘Courts for cowards were erected,
Churches built to please the priest. ~~ Robert Burns ~~
“He experienced that nervous agitation to which brave men as well as cowards are subject; with this difference, that the one sinks under it, like the vine under the hailstorm, and the other collects his energies to shake it off, as the cedar of Lebanon is said to elevate its boughs to disperse the show which accumulates upon them.” — Sir Walter Scott
“Equal and exact justice to all men, of whatever state or persuasion, religious or political; peace, commerce, and honest friendship with all nations,– entangling alliances with none; the support of the State governments in all their rights, as the most competent administrations for our domestic concerns, and the surest bulwarks against anti-republican tendencies; the preservation of the general government in its whole constitutional vigour, as the sheet anchor of our peace at home and safety abroad;…freedom of religion; freedom of the press; freedom of person under the protection of the habeas corpus; and trial by juries impartially selected,–these principles form the bright constellation which has gone before us, and guided our steps through an age of revolution and reformation.” — Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826) — First Inaugural Address, March 4, 1801
“Boldness is a child of ignorance.” — Sir Francis Bacon (1561-1626)
“A lie can travel halfway round the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.” — Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)
— Bother! said Pooh, AS HE FINALLY READS THE INSTRUCTIONS.
Sometimes I think I am pretty good at this; I’ve certainly improved according to my own standards over the course of my three years here on WordPress…. Oh, didn’t I mention it? I got notice two days ago, I think, that I passed my third year here, with congrats from the WP team…. At that point, I posted my 1150th blog…. so, I’m feeling accomplished, if not famous or powerfully influential…. My message could use the latter, but, I’ll settle for the former….
Since I’m posting this so late today, I COULD spend a long time here in the closing section, just piddling around, stalling so I don’t have to think about the remaining TWO HOURS until the tech gets here….. It would, no doubt, be more gilding of the lily, but, hey, who ever accused me of good sense?….. I know what it is, but, I never seem to get a firm grip on using it….. SIGH…. I guess I’ll go find a poem, and be done with it…. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, hopefully at the regular time, between 6 and 7 AM, PDT…..
Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark, and Theresa…
and everyone else, too…
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.Which is Why….
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
I just sits.
gigoid, the dubious
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