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Month: March 2024
Felines & Flowers
Sandias and Rio Grande at noon
Glenda
Marble the camo kitting dirtbagging. Click on her photos to enlarge.
Sasha enjoying a pleasant afternoon
Dirtbag
Moon at dawn
Sasha heard our nephew is a “Dirtbag,” and she thought that sounded great and got all dirty in solidarity. Our nephew drives around the country Bouldering, a type of rock climbing.
Sasha refilling to bring more leaves and dirt into the house.
Sasha can be clean and cute.
Partly cloudy, on the warm side of cool (73ºF, 22.8ºC), and windy this afternoon.
Cheez Almost Gone
“Ah! Hmm! Papa Ratzo! Are you like dense or something? Can’t YOU see the CHEEZ is COVERED?”
Loki: “It looks like a wee bit of Cheez. It stinks like an Old wee bit of Cheez. It’s dry like an Old wee bit of Cheez…”
Loki: “I think the stupid, clueless Papa Ratzo duped us with a piddling amount of cheez! I’m outta here!”
Silver: “Wait! Loki! You’re leaving me to deal with the stupid, clueless Papa Ratzo and a piddling amount of dry, stinky Cheez?”
Cats: “Are you ILL il Papa Ratzo? Did you not learn anything from the CHEEZ incident earlier?”
Paparazzo: “I just topped off the jug and blessed it! What else do you want me to do?”
Cats: “You need to ask? You are more clueless than we thought!”
The United Colors Of Worm Moon
Legion
Demons in the clouds
Where’s Nora?
Almost Worm Moon setting at dawn. The full moon is tonight, but it’s blocked by clouds at the moment.
Can you find Nora Owl?
Is that a stupid paparazzo standing on the ditch bank pointing a bazooka at us?
Psst! Don’t look now, but there’s a stupid paparazzo shooting us with a bazooka!
Kiss me, you fool!
Umph! Mo motos mit ma moth mull!
We had intermittent storms with icy winds this afternoon. The wind was biting when I walked down to check on Nora.
Sunset
Where’s The Cheez?
Wind blew the color away at dawn
What’s a matter you, Paparazzo? Where’s the stinking cheeeezzzz, already?
Silver: “So, Loki? Do you think the stupid Paparazzo put the cheez in this thing?” Loki: “I don’t see no stinking Cheez dish or smell no stinking Cheez! But I suppose there could be Cheez in that there thingamagig. But I’m tellin’ you Sliver, Cheez or no Cheez, I smell a stinking rat of a Paparazzo!”
Silver: “So that is what I was smelling? Un RATTO puzzolente di paparazzo!! He’s probably hiding the Cheez for himself”
Mable: “Hey, puzzolente ratto di paparazzo! How do I open this thing and get to the Cheez?”
Sasha: “Who cares about stinky old Cheez when you can be on the cutting edge?”
A colorful sunset defied the wind.
An Old Man’s Blues
Lyrics by Timothy Price. Music by Elton John. The lyrics are at the bottom of the post.
An Old Man’s Blues is my rewrite of Elton John’s Screw You (Young Man’s Blues), which was on the flip side of the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road single (45rpm) released in 1973. I bought the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road single in 1974 before I could afford to buy the album. I ended up playing the B-side more than the A-side because I identified with Screw You (Young Man’s Blues) when I was a sophomore in high school. I was a misfit weirdo, and I was teased a lot. One of the many reasons I dropped out of high school when I was 16.
I was working on a cover of Screw You (Young Man’s Blues) when I decided I needed to update the lyrics from 1970s England to 2024 New Mexico. Plus, the way I rewrote the bridge addresses some of the recent strange encounters in the blogosphere.
One of the images I did for the song art for An Old Man’s Blues.
More bloomin’ blooms
An Old Man’s Blues
Lyrics by Timothy Price
Music by Elton John
Now that I’m old, I don’t have much fun
I can’t see or hear or talk to anyone
My back’s a pain. There is so much strife
I’m gotta clean the kitty litter, oh what a life
I say screw you
I ain’t got nothing to choose
I live on my laptop
Cause there’s nothing else I can do
Screw you, I ain’t got nothin’ to choose
I’m livin’ on my laptop cause there’s nothin’ else I can do
I was workin’ downtown when I got in a fight
I was beaten in an alley out in broad daylight
The cops could care less; they were downright scary
Sayin’ “Make my day!” Just like Dirty Harry
They said, “Screw you!”
Oh, you stupid old fool
You work downtown
You get beaten by a Tool
Screw you! Oh, you stupid old fool
You work downtown
You get beaten by a Tool
See, there’s femmes who get laid for being slaves
Femmes who get paid for being laid
There’s femmes behind screen names who prey with delight
Those femmes they are liars; they are as dark as the night
They lie, scratch, and whine, trying to make a dime
And all of them say, “Get out my way! Screw you!”
I’ve stared at a screen from seven ’til nine
The wear on my eyes nearly drove me blind
Tryin’ to make riches with nothing to share
Gettin’ hell from my staff, but I didn’t care
They said, “Screw you!”
That’s all we’re gonna do
We’re not existing for someone like you
Screw you! This is all we’re gonna do
We’re not existing for someone like you
Screw you! Screw you!
(Screw you, screw you, screw you, screw you, screw you, screw you, screw you, screw you)
Friday The Same As Thursday, The Same As…
Resa’s Tree in the background. Dale’s Peach Tree blooming in the middle. Charlotte’s Plum Tree blooming on the right.
Friday mornings are the same as any morning with coffee brewing, my morning concoction dissolving in a glass of water on the counter, waiting for the vinegar. And, of course, the cats were wanting me to top off their jug.
Loki: “I can’t look! Silver has his tongue stuck again!
Silver: “I do not have my tongue stuck!”
Silver: “Are you praying mean prayers about me, Loki?” Loki: “No! Only you pray mean prayers. I just can’t stand watching you get your tongue stuck. That’s all.”
Silver: “Don’t look at me like that, Glenda! You and Loki are always conspiring against me.”
“Uh! Paparazzo! Are you going to top off the jug or just stand looking like a stupid, long-haired redneck?”
Gwendolyn: “Pssst! Loki? I think Glenda has been brown-nosing il Poparazzo!. Glenda: “I can hear you, Gwendolyn!”
Off Center & Not Even 