Photo credit: J. D. MorehouseCAT-AIKU No. 542: ODE TO GERBERAS
No evidence left.
Trash taken out late last night.
Eye contact restored.
In my ears right now: B-52s "Love Shack" ~ " . . . I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20, so hurry on up and bring your jukebox money. . . ."
Because sometimes I do have a little attitude showing.
Something that charmed me: Dylan can't speak words. But his relief at the flower pot being removed was unmistakable.
Love isn't rational. Forgiveness is.
ReplyDeleteI've read such a claim! I wonder what it means that I both love him and forgive him.
ReplyDeleteThe little goobers can't keep one mad for long.
ReplyDeleteHop in Limes' Chrysler,
ReplyDeleteit's as big as a whale
and it's about to set sail!
@OB ! "Love shack, Bay-beeee . . "
ReplyDeleteHA! Sitting at the desk this morning thinking about Love Shack and Fred Schneider ~ everything about him makes me snicker with sincere humor. One of the chiquitas in the B-52s is Cindy Wilson, the same name as my dear friend and personal assistant of decades. We two could break into song over anything . . . once it was "Solitary Man" until our throats hurt as we blasted through Corona, CA, the scent of cow manure permeating our personal landscape. I'm not sure I can ever say it loudly enough ~ music means sSO much to me. Everything that's ever happened to me is accompanied by some song or songs . . .
ReplyDeleteOB, you charmed me by popping back with Love Shack lyrics! This morning I drove to work in my minnow, chuckling.