the tattoo-faced kitty-kat
a sad expression
Legs, Feet, Paw, and Boot
light obstructed by humans
As the talented musician Les Claypool would say, “They can’t all be zingers.”
When we lived in Evergreen our neighbors got a new puppy. They named her Lily. Lily would come and play with our dog daily. When Mister Bo went missing, Lily would come around the house everyday obviously searching for our lost dog. As time went on, Lily continued to come by more and more often. She was a daily fixture on our porch, and to be honest, I didn’t mind the company. In the midst of the crazy things I have to do as a stay at home parent there are indeed plenty of carefree moments as well. My daughter and I used to take long, meandering walks down this hill and into the meadow below. On this day, Lily heard us coming and sprinted up to join us. A great memory.
What am I doing?
What is the meaning of this?
Where am I going?
I have a lot to say, but not the time nor the energy to say it.
It’s all been said before anyway, so it lands in the category of whining.
Life is. . .