You just gotta love ’em!!

Kittens, that is.

Gone in a heartbeat yesterday:

Freddie chewed through the charger cord for my Black & Decker cordless handheld vac — it was completely ruined before I even noticed he was chewing on it.

So, $20 later, this will be arriving on Tuesday:

    And then last night, I went to the bathroom for about 2 seconds and when I got back to the bedroom, the little plastic thingie that holds my iPhone horizontally while I watch re-runs of “Seinfeld” in bed had completely and utterly and TOTALLY disappeared!!

    And the bedroom door was shut because the AC was on. It is in my bedroom SOMEWHERE but I absolutely cannot find it!

    So, $14 later, this indescribably juvenile holder- thingie will also be arriving on Tuesday:

    Other than annoying things like that, kittens are mostly adorable…

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    Meanwhile, here’s this (43 seconds):

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    Anyway.

    I thought this was very interesting, gang. I’m not sure if it has to do with Alaska and Putin next Friday, but I guess we’ll just have to wait and find out. (There are SO MANY psyops going on right now, gang, it is kind of exhilarating!)

    From il donaldo trumpo:

    WE’RE GONNA NEED MORE POPCORN THIS WEEK!!!😎🍿(20 seconds):

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    Okay.

    Here’s this:

    Keith in London in 1974 (in the days when he still had his “real” teeth):

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    And as we wait for the 2 sold out shows in Latvia (Tuesday and Wednesday):

    Nick Cave, waiting for the guy to take his picture, about 30 years ago…

    (Apparently today’s theme is: Heroes Smoking Cigarettes.)

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    Other than that!!

    Our lunch date at Peony Bistro was really good but I don’t want to say more than that, because we mostly talked about some intense personal stuff going on in Dennis’ world right now.

    I don’t think he would mind if I add this, though:

    So it was intense, but as always, it was really, really nice hanging out with him, eating sushi and lo mein, and talking and talking and talking.

    TRY IT REAL SLOW

    Driving in the dead of night
    Coasting through a traffic light
    Aiming for a back road
    Where we could park it for the night
    Thinking we would make it sober and
    Try it real slow.

    There’s music on the radio
    Screaming bunch of white boys
    Churning out the Black soul
    But turning it to white noise
    Well, we could learn to make it sober by
    Trying real slow.

    CHORUS
    Any disappointed stranger will tell you
    Love is just a ball & chain
    Oh but baby you’re the kind of man
    That I like to talk to

    You can play the wine & dine
    Pick yourself a pretty wife
    Gather all that you can hold
    But drag it round your whole life
    Or you could learn to make it sober by
    Trying real slow

    REPEAT CHORUS

    I turned it over, round and round
    Chasing it the hard way
    Until my dreams were just a white line
    Sailing down the Interstate;
    Well, love was gonna shake me sober
    But I didn’t let it grow.

    Any disappointed stranger will tell you
    Love is just a ball & chain
    Oh but baby you’re the kind of man
    That I like to talk to

    Oh, but you and me will be all right
    By letting every yesterday
    Go fading with the taillights
    Sailing down the highway
    And we can learn to make it sober
    By trying real slow.

    Yeah, we can learn to make it sober
    By trying real slow

    © 1984 Marilyn Jaye Lewis
    First of May Songs, BMI

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    Today is my day to work with the retired Minister and his lovely wife, and watch things like “Love Boat,” “The Andy Griffith Show,” and “Daniel Boone”. So that should be nice.

    And since it’s later this afternoon, it gives me a few leisurely hours here to do more laundry, vacuum, and stay on top of the flea situation… Yay.

    As always, my main concern is for my ferals. Since I can’t touch them the best I can do is sprinkle flea meds in their general direction and wait for it to just spread to all of them. (Although I did manage to get some meds directly on Huckleberry, so that is good news.)

    How this became my life, gang, I just don’t know, but on we go.

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    From James Tabor–

    The Real Paul: What About that Thirteenth Apostle? (22 mins):

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    From Ross K. Nichols and Jono Vandor–

    The Shema, Ten Words, and What’s Missing (1 hr 32 mins):

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    And I think that’s it for today, gang.

    I hope you have a great Sunday, wherever you are in the world.

    Thanks for visiting.

    I love you guys. See ya!

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    I leave you with this!!

    This song never fails to calm me the fuck down!! Yay!!

    Tom Petty’s classic, “Wildflowers,” from his triple-platinum solo album of the same name, Wildflowers, 1994. Enjoy, gang.

    “Wildflowers”

    You belong among the wildflowers
    You belong in a boat out at sea
    Sail away, kill off the hours
    You belong somewhere you feel free

    Run away, find you a lover
    Go away somewhere all bright and new
    I have seen no other
    Who compares with you

    You belong among the wildflowers
    You belong in a boat out at sea
    You belong with your love on your arm
    You belong somewhere you feel free

    Run away, go find a lover
    Run away, let your heart be your guide
    You deserve the deepest of cover
    You belong in that home by and by

    You belong among the wildflowers
    You belong somewhere close to me
    Far away from your trouble and worry
    You belong somewhere you feel free
    You belong somewhere you feel free

    c – 1994 Tom Petty

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