Iron’s chemical symbol is Fe.  Mix Iron and Tungsten (W) and you get a “FEW”

Mix it with Argon (Ar) and your compound is FEAR.

You can have all sorts of crazy fun with the Periodic Table.

If you eat a lot of salt, part of which is sodium you get….

Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na….  (Hours and hours of fun for the entire family… I’ll tell you! Hours upon hours……)

When The Cat Needs a Time OUT…. (please don’t call PETA, as she deserved it).

It all started as a good idea….

You see, today is the 13 Puppies (Dashe, Roscoe, Albert, Calvin, Joey, Milo, Jack, Tank, Eleanor, Dottie, Maude, Claire and Rudy.) Birthday… they are 5 years old, if you can believe it.  So, I thought it would be neat-o peat-o to bake a bunch of homemade dog cookies and ship them out.  Chicken flavor.  (Did you know Martha Stewart has recipes for chicken dog biscuits on her website?  I think she learned to make these in prison… because you shape them like little license plates…. anyWAY…..)  So I make these cookies, right?  Left them out on the counter to cool.  The TALL kitchen counter.  And then I walked to the post office to buy stamps for the puppy birthday cards.

When I got home, there is Winnie, ON TOP of the kitchen counter.  She’s snarfing down little license plates like all get-out.  And, she is in KA-HOOTS with Max and France.  She had knocked about a half dozen cookies on the floor for those two!!!  One big happy biscuit-munching-melee. (They all sounded a little bit like the guy in Slingblade eating his french fried potaters and mustard… mmmmmm hmmmmmmm.)    Needless to say, Miss Winslow needed a BIG TIME OUT.  Which is what you are seeing here.    Off to the corner she went, I’ll tell you.

As for Momma Frances, well……since she birthed those 13 puppies so honorably, I decided she was deserving of a few cookies.  And Auntie Max was a pretty good midwife when it all happened…. so she got off the hook too.    But Winnie was already in hot water, after the squirrel incident earlier in the day, the fight with Felix, the shredded toilet paper, and the fact that she woke me at 5:17 a.m. to show me her butt.  The biscuit caper put things over the top, I’ll tell you.  Over the top.

(If she looks a little angry in the photo, it’s because she is.  But look how dang big her stomach is……)

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes. – Walt Whitman

There are moments when it is best to sit and be still.

I sometimes have the TV on, for nothing but mindless noise, and occasionally, amusement.  Today I heard a slew of funny commercials.  The first that caught my ear, was for something called a SNUGGIE.   There were all these seemingly reasonable adults, all hopping about, in what looked like brightly-colored-velour-full-body-sleeping-bags-for-monks.   “When I get home, nothing tops my day off more than cuddling in my Snuggie.”…. the Stepford Wife cooed.  Well, I do suppose that’s one way to top off your day.

Then….. then…. then….. there was a commercial for, maybe bubble bath?  (I hit it half way through.)  “Escape from it all…..” a big baritone voice from the sky says, as a blonde woman splashes herself in a bathtub, smack-dab in the middle of a rain forest.  What the heck???  That makes NO sense.  Escape from it all.  They need a dude in stripes scaling the wall at Alcatraz.  Or somebody busting butt down a fire escape.  Now THAT’S escaping from it all…..

Don’t even get me started on that bunch of choosy moms who choose Jif.

This is a cool escape, I’ll tell you.

Do you ever wonder whose butt has gone before you?   Whose heiny sat on that bench?  Could it possibly have been someone like Rosa Parks, or Albert Einstein?  Or the inventor of Silly Putty?  The first guy to walk on the moon?  Do you ever think about the booty that sat there once upon a time?

I do.  Quite frequently, really.

Right now, I think I am sitting where Liberace once plopped.  Strangely enough, I feel like wearing a white sparkly cape and playing whacky piano songs.

Nature’s far too subtle to repeat herself.   – Paul Muni

I had the good fortune today, to meet with a butterfly, just outside of the Dock Street Theatre.  She looked at me, and I at her.  We talked about little purple flowers, and things that we’ve seen in the sky lately.  She drank her nectar, and I snacked on a saltine cracker.  She had to go and it made me sad.  Yet, I was still very happy to see her little face so closely.

“Why is it that every time I’m with you, makes me believe in magic?”

You all may recognize this little dude.  Roland is his name.  My pal, and of course, a robot on a trike.  Ro used to only come out for an hour on Tuesdays, but he’s in therapy now.  Part of his therapeutic process is to get out more and explore the world.  So you may see him around from time to time.

We went to the U.S. Customs House yesterday.  He didn’t know that trikes and steps don’t mix.  He lost his bearings.  They were rolling all over the place, but I think we gathered ’em all back together.  Overall, a good day, for Roland and I.

“If you wish to experience peace, provide peace for another.”
– Tenzin Gyatso, The 14th Dalai Lama