Oatmeal doesn’t cook itself….


“Here pigs will fly, lightning will strike twice,
hell will freeze over, and eventually,
things will get really interesting…”

~~ Sardonic Bee ~~


East Brother Lighthouse B&B off Point Richmond, SF Bay….

Hajime…. Intricate patterns of sanity elude my search; the demons, if not winning, remain ahead in the score, reluctantly kept. Still, I battle on, for there is no one else who may do so for me. Surely, I think, it will change, if I only keep to the path…. but, each turning, each new fork presents more evidence of the battle yet to come, with no hope offered. Hope, of course, is a myth; there is no rescue from reality. So, I battle on, ever seeking peace of mind, if only long enough to catch my inner breath, to regroup, & resume the seemingly unending struggle….

Enough whining. I think it was Plato who remarked, if everyone were to bring their troubles, & place them on a common pile, most would be content, upon viewing the whole, to take their own and return home with them. Since I have, in my mind, done this any number of times, I know it to be true. So, I’ll take my demonic wars, along with my disgust at having to engage in them, at all, & put them into a place in my mind where they won’t bother us, long enough I can get this mess put together. It’s the only humane thing to do, so, I’ll do it….

As most of the elements necessary to do so are in place, I’ll cease any further potentially embarrassing pronouncements, & just get on with it. I’ve developed an excellent technique for just such an occasion, which I shall demonstrate forthwith. It works, oddly enough, just like this….

Shall we Pearl?

A chief event of life
is the day in which we have encountered
a mind that startles us.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~



Image from Pinterest, via Google Images

‘Tis yet another day of rain here; having lived four years in the state of Washington, I’m perfectly content to deal with it, as long as it lasts. I must also confess to missing the sunlight, as I’ve always chosen to live in places where there is a preponderance of such days. To combat any discomfort brought on by being confined to quarters by the weather, here is some soothing classical music, my other default choice when out of ideas for what to include in this section. As is my habit, the collection was chosen according to the picture which drew my eye this morning…..Enjoy, if you will…..


Classical Music





Gently Came a Wounded Child

But you shall not escape my iambics.

Soft, sinuous patterns of unearthly beauty
blithely commune with sinking stars,
as pale shadows of former virtue hover
near, ever clean, ever tolerant.
These unbidden habits are worn with age and care,
ready now for dissolution,
welcoming gladly the kiss of Death’s handmaiden.

Unknown to all, the child stands aside,
weeping for the lost days of youth,
days that now shall never be,
nor yearned for ever after.
Only darkness shall lay upon the landscape,
cold, hard, eternal.

Such then are the signs and portents
as we enter into the unknown future,
they are grave indeed.

Uncertainty will be our sole companion,
as the search for hope yields no result.
The lamentations of the gods
shall sound the elegy for Man,
who never learned to see the gift that was made,
so many echoes ago, in the hopeful past;
thus will we pass this plane of existence
as we came, baffled and afraid….

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

Diving deep, to swim in the shallows….


“Don’t be confused by surfaces;
in the depths everything becomes law.
What is necessary, after all, is only this:
solitude, vast inner solitude.
Walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours
–that is what you must be able to attain.”

~~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~~


“First learn the meaning of what you say, and then speak.”

~~ Epictetus ~~


“A man cannot speak but he judges himself
…no man thoroughly understands a truth until he has contended against it.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~


“There is only one blasphemy, and that is the refusal to experience joy.”

~~ Paul Rudnick ~~


“The light is reached not by turning back from the darkness, but by going through it.”

~~ Leonard Roy Frank ~~


“I would believe only in a god who could dance.”

~~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~~


“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
and the winds long to play with your hair.”

~~ Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet ~~



Given my state of mind upon arising today, it’s good to be done. To avoid spoiling what otherwise could be spoiled, I’ll abjure further attempts to create a compelling final statement, opting, instead, to save us all the bother, just as if it mattered to anyone. On that rather awkward note, I shall bid thee adieu, until tomorrow, when I hope to do better. All we can do is all we can do; since I’ve done all I can, I’m outta here…. See ya, ffolkes, given a fair wind and a rising tide….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch


À bientôt, mon cherí….


7 thoughts on “Oatmeal doesn’t cook itself….

  1. Ah! Chopin! Now I can relax and remember…..excellent choice my friend….not much happening today….just me and some needed relaxation…..you enjoy your day and be well, be safe….chuq

  2. Ralph and I need to have lunch. I have not encountered a mind which startled me since my last visit to the insane asylum. I rather find it rude asylum is granted only to the insane. I think the sane are in far greater need of asylum, as it were.

    Uncertainty makes for a challenging, yet rewarding, companion. I daresay it is never boring. Oh, and it never steals the covers.

    I walk with me all the time, mainly because finding someone who keeps up is arduous. After all, if I cannot stand to be alone with me, how could I possibly corner anyone else into the task?

    Epictetus should bloody well be glad he died before television.

    I vote Rudnick.

    Freddie is right. All of mine dance in the moonlight.

    Since the clouds have not fully occluded the remainder of the waning moon and I hear the coyotes baying, I better go see into what mischief they have gotten and soak in a few moonbeams before the rains come.

    • *Huge grin* She’s back! Glad you used this one to riff on; it’s sharp, elegant, & beautiful all at once, & can only augment my mess… Enjoy the moonbeams, milady… Maybe I will, too, though, perhaps not skyclad…. the neighbors would talk….


    • Oh, and, I bet Epictetus, if he’s watching from anywhere, is laughing his ass off…And, if Ralph comes over for lunch, I’d love to be there… I’ll make lunch, you can do dessert…

      I agree… Rudnick won today…


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