5.31.10 The door to June, my favorite time. The mysterious door.
I wrote a door joke:
Schrödinger's Cat so please don't answer the door.
5.30.10 Big Door:
Abstraction, the way I paint it, is something like a door; I paint it and open it and enter into the 'other' space. I painted doors, a hall with many doors, at The Farm at 18 and many doors over the years. Bridges too forr a while.
This is out Zeepo's door yesterday:
5.29.10 A Door: .
5.28.10 You can look out the window.
5.27.10 Made a window today. Should make a door.
5.25.10 Table talk:
5.22.10 These poppies would make Popeye's eyes pop.
Zeepo is growing a green thumb:
"Nice buds. Coming in in my front yard"
While Ove isn't green at all at limer raking:
Mr. Tough Guy here. :/
Every zoologist vouches
That joeys, secured in their pouches
Are free of all worry,
So safe, warm and furry,
Like purry cats curled on their couches.
5.21.10 This mornings new flowers (for Johanna, first day married):
5.20.10 Geez, more and more pain swirls around toop but we remain safely in the eye.
5.19.10 O.V. Michaelsen song.
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5.15.10 The daisies plant themselves and move around the garden like the dame's rocket. We grow nice weeds.
5.14.10 Dame's Rocket is a great name for a plant.
2:21 AM now and it's hard to figure out when to sleep when Annmarie gets up at 2:00 in the morning for work, a hour later when she is off)- dogs bark endlessly, cat wails to come in under the bedroom window until you get up. Table at 2:21 AM:
Hey, doesn't Clark Kent work at The Daily Planet?
5.13.10 O.V. somewhere getting nice complements- here today, and in The Daily Planet newspaper below (4.28.10).
A semi-weekly newspaper called the Berkeley Daily Planet published this one today, hours after I submitted it.
How often so many have ranted,
While taking their freedom for granted.
Complaints of despair
On foundations of air.
After losing it, how they've recanted!
5.11.10 O.V. is hot again:
I'm still writing at least one of these every day.
Trying to take a break from these is hopeless.
Detesting some laws 'til we need them,
Ignoring our rights 'til we read them,
We raise little fuss
'til the bill effects US,
Indifferent to trees 'til we seed them.
A TANGLE-TONGUE TRAVESTY
It's best to invest in good health.
Some are blessed unobsessed, rich but stealth.
Every cent that I've spent
Or have lent after rent,
Well, the rest failed the test of my wealth
THE OCCIDENTAL TOURIST
A tourist embarking for "Oz"
Was denied "without reason or cause."
The right to refuse
Whomever they choose,
It's a country of customs and laws.
Sean commenting from the pines, en route, on his iPad.
Suffering code brain- 2 days on the 3-language church site and...
Babbling. No brook. Me, not Ove:
A SLUR IN MY GARDEN
Pronouncing a segue as "SEG-yoo"--
If the word could respond, it would egg you.
My flowers can't talk--
If they could, they would squawk,
"Stop calling us 'pansies.' We BEG you."
Gabby Jen hiding at Toopine.
5.8.10 First some cool stuff from our man in Cal. Mr. M.:
Song titles we've heard would be terribly misunderstood if they were wrongly punctuated. For instance:
"What's That on the ROAD Ahead?"
("What's That on the Road? A HEAD?")
"I Can't Leave Her Behind ALONE"
("I Can't Leave Her BEHIND Alone")
"What Is This Thing Called LOVE?"
("What is THIS Thing Called, Love?)
"It's All OVER, My Friend"
("It's All Over My FRIEND")
And an addition to the Table series:
This is Annmarie and Mary getting petunias:
5.6.10 Small day.
5.2.10 Big time pollen attack.