Ducks & Geese (Flying Out Of Formation)

Cooked your goose
Didn’t have good sense
God gave a goose
Mother Goose
Goose grease
Goose down
Lord love a duck
Duck, duck, goose
Fast talkers–lips moved
Fast as duck’s butts
Be kind to our web-footed friends
That duck could be somebody’s mother

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Wallaby Lullabies

Even if I could be
I think I’d never
Want to be
A wallaby
I’ve never seen
A wallaby
Wallabies have
Never seen me
Did wallaby babies
Fall asleep
To lullabies?
Whether they did
Or didn’t
Didn’t matter
Nevertheless
It could
Never be
The change
Would be
Too much
For me

We Interrupt This Program…

…To bring you your regularly scheduled afternoon, mini-hurricane.  Satellite TV is out of course.  Computers turned off to prevent lightning damage.

Maggie, my little sweet girl dog is home from her stay at the vets.  Her “brother” Max was glad to see her.  The suspense (anxiety) continues till July 23rd.  That’s when she’s scheduled for examination by a specialist.

She has problems with her esophagus and swallowing.  There are several possible causes.  Most of them unsettling.  Only a proper endoscopy will tell the tale.  She’s tolerating soft food and drinking water.  Her activities are limited in the interim.

Thoughts From the Road

Among total Strangers
All of them hurried
Harder to lead, than to follow
Road food, road fools
What was with red cars?
Slowed down, sped up
Hungry, didn’t want to stop
False GPS road closure alarms
My five senses, ultimate skeptics
Back at home base, tired, thankful
My little girl dog became ill
Having trouble swallowing
Examined by our vet today
Maggie stayed there overnight
For further workup tomorrow
Hoping for the best outcome

Clean Or Dirty?

A little game played at home, or when visiting. Were the dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty? Some used the washer as a source of clean dishes and glassware.

What days were scheduled for trash pickup? Were there different days for recyclables and regular trash? The really confusing part. There were different refuse companies with different neighborhood subscribers.

It wasn’t like I was among total strangers. These were family members. Family members that worked week days.

A Saturday of dog sitting while mom and daughters visited the local Ikea store. The weather was unseasonably cool and beautiful.

Can’t Please Everyone

You can’t please everyone, so you have to please yourself.

Writing is the same as every endeavor in life.  If you’re not pleased with what you write, it’s not likely anyone else will be.  I write to attract readers, knowing, not everyone will be interested in what I have to say.

What attracted readers?  Was it sensationalism?  Click bait?  After the click, nothing of value remained, therein. If that was required for success, count me out.

In my opinion, there’s too much, “my opinion matters, yours doesn’t” these days.  Which leads to another conundrum.  How much non-conformity does it take to become conformity?

I intend to respect all opinions–whether I agree with them or not.  And, in turn, I would like to be respected.