Woody and friends

Hmmm

Chadwick got his new fresh cat nip.
Eighty degrees here and fairly humid.
Oh, how the afternoon grows as it goes

Community Center vibe went groovy
Nice gathering with friends and acquaintances
It’s friggin’ cold, though. Darn it.
Brother Mark comes back Thursday.
Fresh coffee.

Judy on the Left
Orchards renew on the right
March 18, 2024

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March 18, 2024

Spring returns.

Beautiful lovely weather continues
And maybe a wee bit of rain for the afternoon
“Love Nature. Channel is definitely hi-def
and, “The Amazing Mr. Blunden.”
Subterranean apartments. Clouding up a bit here.
Love those Burger King fish sandwiches.
Don’t lose your given-from-above power to believe.
So much more whirling around us than greets the I.
Innocence? Yes, still in some places.
Woven within words, special words. Living words. Sense them.
And, once again, Community Center tomorrow.
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Where will all this lead to?

What is going on with Facebook?

Bullard? Hubbard? Park? Jeepers.
‘Home’…the real one began in a stable, you know animals were kept there and this certainly gets deep.
Love sleeping in straw in stables. (Stabulum).
I’m a stable boy etc…etc…
T-Storm blues and grays and ashen silvers and pallid with flashes of lightning from a huge flash ‘camera.’ It’s coming. It’s menacing to some especially the ones standing rods attracting non-fireflies.
Fennyman Banklin used to sneak up to the zenith of barns with mᎾgic spectacles for light shows we have not had the privilege of running from.
Ouch. Seared eyebrows. Circular holes smoking in the bottom of soles. Soil gets a lift with potent discharges not like the ones removed from your credit card when the pronoun makes a mistake Wait just one second we are talking about staples and lightning bolts.

In the stable one night, we, (the swine,the lambs, the cowardly data chasers, the oxen and the crow motorcycle group ) were pitching penny’s cents into the storm winds from the ground floor hay loft trying to ping off a lightning bolt the size of a magnimonious toggle bolt. The story doesn’t end here simply because it has not ended. .🌚??
Eh, the wacko corny field comedian pitched ideas at us that were taped to iron 🐎 horseshoes. Not good. His wifey played altered John Coltrane vinyls. Only the livestock understood it. I loved sleeping in the stables along rural highways. For a free cup of coffee I will try to explain why I don’t like writing this without a bale of hay as a pillow.

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Hidden behind layers, lawyers and doors
Wealthy get richer then always want more

I am sitting on a park bench needing a fresh coat of paint
Have to wait for my pharmacy to open because they are short on help
In store prices are are way to much
Many are closing
Employers are looking for employees in many places
What a kick in the bolts and nuts
So fly to Uganda and order a double whopper
Anyhow🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

HECTICITY prevails also in many places
“What’s under the hood?” she asked, waiting to take my order
I thought she was evaluating my brain’s capacity
I smeared an exclamation point onto my wrinkled brow and replied,
“Well…erm…well…erm, well, I’m thinking of ordering a triple-bypass Cowboy Woper with cheese, tomatoes, on-ions, carmelite spear pickles, relish, lettuce, hot sauce, taste quality insurance and real freshly baked buns.”
“Oh, I did speculate you were a few French fries short of a Happy Meal. Is that why you cam here? You must be starved.”
I flinched an eye at her smirk,then pulled out some toothpicks to prop up a congenial smile.
"Only a morpheme, the smallest understandable unit of the English language, sputtered from my harmonica lips, thank reeds for surgeons.
"What? What did you say?’”
“I said I wanted to play golf with you in a small tin cup.”
Fortunately the robotic Bit, (cook), heard my order and began punching all kinds of buttons on it’s computerized in-lab cook. The Bit began to howl high-pitched sounds of synthetic oil and frustration. Soon enough, but not sooner than a mail-ordered pregnancy, the bells began to flash and, like a musical box, began to play an old Black Sabbath song.
When you hear the song, the finished product is piped through an air tube to your chosen table. The trap doors on top of my table popped open just as I had myself seat "Me." No friggin’ quality insurance token. Argh.
One of the kiosks began arguing with Bit. The pronoun began applying "Date & Die" lipstick and smearing eye shadow over the tip of pronoun’s nose. By this time I had adjusted my ‘crescent-wrench’ jaw to accommodate the burger’s vertical latitude.

And as always, I began to sing:

Special orders don’t upset us
Don’t u dare p*e on the lettuce
Don’t get funny with Me
My stomach’s empty like a casket
I ain’t dead yet so don’t’ even ask if
I’d bargain plea…..

🫣

Thursday, hello!
Unwinding from a byte of stress and it is helping quite right…
quite right….quite right….
Coffee. Pens. A camera.

Why?

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Hay fields of outdoor acres aching muscles
Pesky groundhogs digging hay wagon’s tire traps
And this was a world class workout

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Amazing work 😂😂

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