Since the last post…

I am so terribly sorry. I know I have leaned on you so often, and you have supported me whenever I have done so. I should have kept you in the loop, but it never seemed the right thing or the right time.

Since my last post, I have lost loved ones. Chronologically, I lost Cuttledog_3 (long time readers remember the loss of Cuttledog, or Cuttledog_1 back in 2009, I think). I then, fairly soon thereafter, lost my mother (honestly, this was a mercy, as she had lost herself 3 years prior), and today I have lost Cuttledog_2. It was not that long ago that I posted, if memory serves, “an unwanted repost” about the loss of the last of the Cuttlecats. That would be today’s verse if I was up to posting it.

I am well aware that there are bigger issues. Thing is, when you are right close to a modest house, it can block out a skyscraper behind it. Small issues are rarely small, up close.

I don’t really have anything much to say, and nothing in verse. Hug (or pet, or scritch, or whatever) your pets, and tell people you love that you love them, while they can understand. All of which you already knew.

And I know I haven’t said it in a while, but thank you (yes, you!) for everything.

An Unwanted Re-Post

I hope we did what’s best for you
I know, at least, we tried.
I took you to the doctor
And I stayed there at your side;
I talked with you for one last time
Then held you as you died.
I kissed your head, and said good-bye
And cried
And cried
And cried. [Read more…]

National Sandwich Day

Today (here in the US, that is) is National Sandwich Day. And while others are using the day to ponder the ultimate question of whether a hot dog is a sandwich (of course not, it’s a hot dog; don’t be ridiculous), I take today to consider the sandwich as a metaphor. Remembering Warren Zevon’s advice, when he knew he was dying, to “enjoy every sandwich”, I wrote the following as the response to those who say that things are meaningless unless they are eternal. [Read more…]

Holy Zombie Jesus!

Holy Zombie Jesus! Christ is risen from the dead!
That’s the message that they’re sending, but they’re catching flak instead
For their baby zombie Jesus, with a manger for His bed
Which the neighbors do not like, in Cincinnati.
A nativity with zombies—for the most part, cos it’s fun!
It’s an advert for a haunted house a local group has run
So it’s good for Christmas business, see, when all is said and done,
But the neighborhood is going rather batty. [Read more…]