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?”
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!”
People have asked me why I don’t do covers. My answer has been that I don’t see the point. I don’t play in a cover band, and it’s much more fun to write and record original songs. I started thinking about covers, and I decided it might be a good idea to learn songs I like as it might help to improve my vocals.
Now that I’m letting my hair grow, Longhaired Redneck by David Allen Coe seemed to be a good song for my first cover. Since I’ve been blue from all the pain, my hair is white, and I’m a redneck; I’ve been all-American Red, White, and Blue lately.
Dawn
This is my therapy bunny. I needed a pillow to rest my left arm on at night. But since I don’t have a small pillow that fits on the edge of the bed, I started using the bunny.
Spunk likes to paw the water while the other cats jug.
“Put down that camera and top off the jug, Paparazzo!”
The great jug standoff.
I thought this was a cute little Tit, but my Bird ID said it’s a Canyon Towhee.
“I see you don’t know your Tits from a Towhee! Stupid Paparazzo!”
“It’s like, Duh!”
Plum blossoms.
Honeybee on plum blossoms
One of many tree roots of all evil lying in wait to trip people running in the bosque was calling Brian’s name. “¿Dónde está Brian? ¡Ven y tropieza conmigo!”
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price. Vocals and CGI by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.
The lyrics for the song are adapted from a poem I wrote in 2017 when we had nine cats:
We enter the age of Aquarius Clawing at the cuffs of Heaven Fluorine feline in the household A clowder of kitties Infested
Novem gatti Fruits of the Spirit Nine worthies, three of each But who can say which Pagans, Christians, Jews?
All piled together Napping nonagon de gnari Like the symphonies of Beethoven Each plays their way Into our hearts
A naping nonagon de gnari. CGI by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.
The poem is all about Nine: Nine is said to be lucky in Aquarius, and nine is believed to symbolize divine completeness. Fluorine is the atomic number nine, a clowder is a group of cats, and there are nine fruits of the Spirit. Jacques de Longuyon wrote “Voeux du Paon”, a popular 14th-century romance, where he introduced the “Nine Worthies”— three Pagans, three Christians, and three Jews: Hector, Alexander the Great, and Julius Caesar; King Arthur, Charlemagne, and Godfrey of Bouillon; Joshua, David, and Judas Maccabeus — who were historical, legendary and scriptural figures that characterized the ideals of chivalry in the Middle Ages. A nonagon is a nine-sided polygon, and Beethoven wrote nine symphonies.
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la Casa. By Timothy Price
[Chorus x2) Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la casa Mama Mia! C’est la vi
[Verse 1] As we enter The Age of Aquarius Clawing at The cuffs of Heaven
A flock of feline In the household Or are they called A clowder of cats?
[Chorus x2) Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en las casa Mama Mia! C’est la vi
[Verse 2] Nove gatti Fruits of the Spirit Nine worthies Three of each
But who can say which they might be Pagans, Christians Or the Jews?
[Bridge] All piled together One atop the other A naping nonagon de gnari Or you can say But say it with conviction Nine cats napping In a pile
[Chorus x2) Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en las casa Mama Mia! C’est la vi
Off Center & Not Even 