She won't call;
she'll say that it was because of the wine,
and because she is still shy,
like she said that she was when she was a kid,
like in the high school cheerleader picture
that she sent to me, tonight.

She indicated to me, tonight, that it was a no go,
that she was practical, that she would never
leave where she was, and that I belonged
where I was.

Come to think of it, maybe that is the real reason
that she won't call; why get something started
that can't happen anyway.

You don't have to be an alcoholic to be a novelist; Hemingway proved that. The old boy should have got on lithium and went to some twelve step meetings. He would have written a few more books that way. Instead they found him splatted all the entrance to his house in Ketchum. He went out to dinner, came home and pulled two triggers on a single shotgun. His mind had deteriorated to the point where he couldn't think of a few words to compose for Kennedy's inaugeration. That's really not what I'm here to talk about, though; I'm here to talk about me, and you; we are really what matters.

I like to sit on the front porch and watch it rain. It's kind of like going to the movies, for me, only the world in front of me is my screen. The sight of the rain, the sound of the rain; that is the show. I don't have to pay to get in. I don't need popcorn and a coke, though often I do make a nice cup of home brew coffee before I head to the porch. The dogs are my companions. They don't talk during the show. They don't have cell phones waiting to ring. There is some nice thunder happening, now. What a soundtrack it provides.
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I took Shitski, uh errr, Jaggar the kitty to the vet, today. Jaggar has added a whole pound to his dinky frame in just two weeks, which had the ladies in the vet's office applauding him like he had just found the solution to our woes in Iraq. Jaggar got two shots, today. What a trooper he was. The vet and the vet tech tried to distract him with food, so that when he grows up, he will not associate shots with pain caused by the vet and try to claw aforementioned vet in the face in lieu of shots. Jaggar won't eat wet cat food, though, so he got his shots straight up. Funny thing is, about this kitten, though, he will eat Morisson's wet dog food.
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This lady who works at the vet's office, told me this story of how she has three litter boxes for her three cats, and how one of the cats will use the other two cats' boxes, but not his own. And he won't let either of the other two cats use his box, either. His box has to stay clean!

This lady is the one who cared for Jaggar for the first six weeks of his kitty life. She related to me that Jaggar was found near a Mc Donald's. His mother was out in the road. She had been run over by a car, and was dead. Jaggar had sat in one spot for so long, that they were scared that his little chest might never recover from it.

I'm happy to report that little Jaggar, now ten weeks old, is at my feet playing a weird game of hide and seek with the power cord to my computer. Jaggar is healthy, happy, frisky and fun.

Yeaaaaah.

Whew. I'm glad that Albania has assured President Bush that Albania will not pull its troops out of Iraq, while the US is still there. Albania has 120 troops in Iraq.

Somewhere, there is a lot going on,but not where I sit. I thought this as I drove almost all by myself down a near country road coming home from the grocery store and it is still true as I sit here at this table and type, surrounded by two dogs, and two cats who seem to think that it is time, once again, for a snack; these animals have not figured out that it is I who decides when it is time for a snack, and not them.

June 2, 2007

The finches don't faze him, but a fluttering female cardinal makes a large grey squirrel run up a tree, leaving behind him a large pile of bird seed that he has knocked out of the bird feeder and onto the ground. The red bird strolls up to the pile of food that the squirrel has left behind and starts to eat. My dog, Morisson watches all this, from the front porche of the house, with a look of amusement on his face. Morisson is used to food games. His brother dog, Javi, often tries to steal food from Morisson's bowl.

Can you show me the way to the head?
By Mikel K

I remember when people used to tell me what a great guy Michael Moore was, how he was out for the little man. Bullshit, I thought to

myself, and you know what; Moore has proven me correct. He is a grandstander and a hypocrite. If he "represents" the left, then the left is fucked. The world is in sad, sad shape when it comes to leaders. Bono seems to get a headline with every leadership type thing that he does. I've never liked the music of U2 and I wouldn't follow Bono anywhere. It is the guys and girls who don't want to lead me, who interest me. By minding their own business and doing the next right thing, they wind up doing what is good for me. Leaders are out for themselves, that's why they want to lead. "Leading" fills their ego and lines their wallets and pocketbooks.

Can you show me the way to the head?