I don’t think he needs any explanation, his name says everything. How he got the cloud on his head, well, that deserves some attention. And maybe he’ll explain it another day. It’s clearing up though. Perhaps we’ll see his shining face tomorrow?
You know I must invent new words.
Curious cats, and free standing tubas. Why not. Perhaps it’s time we admired both. Well, we know cats get admired a lot. But do tubas do? If you place them simultaneously together perhaps people will notice. Place a cat inside a tuba and it’s AAAwww!
Tell me a story about a tuba and a cat and I will listen? Tell me about a tuba playing cat and I will dance!
There you have it. The juxtaposition we’ve all been needing today and from now on. Sundays are meant for blowing your own horn and cats can too!
From the Foxtrot Album.
For some reason it’s Foxy Friday and Supper’s Ready is stuck in my head, that part where he sings ” something tells me I better activate my prayer capsule!”
And do I have time this morning to listen to a 23 minute song? On foxy Friday I do. And I’m not even saying that it’s look foxy today, it’s be a fox, if you will. Sly and sneaky, like sneak a 23 minute song in your morning routine is what I mean. Or quietly whisper something strange and meaningless to someone then run away! Yeah! That kind of foxy. Playful and with no worries, for once!!!
I’ll probably delete this later. Happy foxy Friday everyone. Rock out or throw a rock, or something.
Remember to feed your winter Weirdo Birdos. They are especially vulnerable this time of year, and likely if you have a shelter for them even the better. So they can nibble and wiggle and jingle to their heart’s content. I imagine a little hollow area in the trunk of a tree with a bird sitting at his table, coffee and seeds and singing his early morning songs. Letting everyone know he’s A OK!
I did say I was going to do an Ugh Brain after the Ugh Slug. Still in the ughs of my life…
The ughs of my life …
Still …
Mush for Brains!
Ugh, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I keep slugging along. Still a slug. I wish I were invincible but being a slug is close to being invincible, unless someone sees you slithering on a sidewalk and pours salt all over you to watch you die. I think that would be okay.
Shameful slug. So worried about the thoughts, judgements of others and what others perceive you… it’s okay! they don’t know progress and growth, they’re a bunch of ass hats anyway. They don’t even see the amount you are progressing and growing. All they know is they don’t know! You’re small and quiet so how could they?
It may be slow moving for you, but you’re getting there. Don’t fret ugh slug. You have a tender heart, that sees all the good in people. But they’re not. Watch out next time. Stick to yourself, you’re the only one who can push you, slither you into the right direction.
And if you have to start again tomorrow, start again. Leave behind the voices, leave the past behind you. You can do it ugh slug.
Sluggish. I’ve turned into a slug, oh no an ugh slug… Cold, rain, the end of the week, usually all those combinations turn me into a slug. As well as poor eating (holiday foods), poor sleepin’, and poorly overworked this week have done me in. I’m okay with it. I’m a happy little slug. Just slugging along, taking my time, not going to overdue or overthink it anymore today! because I’ve already overdone it. That’s why I’m a slug!!
Tomorrow I’ll draw a slug brain because that’s a whole other area of sluggishness. Day dreamin’ whole scenarios that haven’t happened, may not happen, probably won’t happen because now I’m just a slug and there’s absolutely no way now it’ll ever happen. I’m an inch long now. Watch out you don’t step on me!
Another weirdo birdo for your day. Along with a quote. I believe this will be my intention coming into this year.
I did not hear a bird at midnight (silly me, what bird sings at midnight except owls! but one can dream) but I did hear wind chimes, as the wind was picking up last night. So a little bit of wind song then! ringing, clinking, singing a new song.
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