“The catastrophe that awaits everyone from a single false move, wrong turn, fatal encounter”- “What distinguishes us is whether — and how — we ever come back.”
Kind of sad today for a good man has died. Yes, he was obviously brilliant but I heard words like “Gallant” & “Charming” spoken of him (and they are not spoken much anymore). Even his adversaries spoke with a hushed respect for him. He was one of the truly bright ones who knew how to be both honest & civil – embodying truth & grace. And the way he overcame his own adversities was truly noble. I hesitate to say more for we live in incendiary times needing desperately to be more like him. Charles Krauthammer : 1950-2018
I decided to get the hounds on the trail to see what Dr Nuck was up to. I howled for the usual suspects NuNu the Pit, Charley round-the-corner and my co-snifffer, Olive, to get this clown under surveillance - To watch jack’s every move. After all the GF could threaten my alpha-ness - so we did a cruise around the neighborhood to see what we could turn up.
All we could turn up was sighs, lies, and damn flies. The only trail with promise was the word over heard “on-line” where Jack and GF met and “chatted” – such a wussy word (thus fitting Jack) Chat? What did they chat about? It was rumored that a lotta laughter came from that room and that Courtly practice and poetics were honored, battles with dragons occurred, and a small fairy tale was written – ya’ gotta know something’s wrong right there! OMG – he is such a wuss. Yet seldom was overheard a discouraging word and the deer and antelope are still playing – there in a Chat room
It was then that Olive discovered something important. She overheard Chinese Lady say something about the Philippines – and she traced the clues to Jack making a trip to ”Oz” of the northern islands. She rounded us up and we stowed away in the underbelly of the plane- for 16 hours!
When we got out we sensed Jack’s trail and followed carefully onto a hotel shuttle – nice hotel! – with its own mall. And there we saw Jack and a mom & 2 girls looking in the window of a jewelry store! They were discussing something seriously and then were nodding in agreement, smiling – What the heck – ohhhhh a ring!!! Dr Nuck was buying a ring – and he had that goofy face he wears when he’s “in love” – You do the math…
Still, questions remain: Who is the mystery woman? Where is all this going down? When will we all know? What the hell is this? And Why is it such a mystery?
Next time – Watch Marley unravel the clues and face his competitor- not the one he expected. See what happened at Grandma’s Rock that changed history. And get a look at the Blueprints recently discovered In Ozimis. Oh my!!!
Yeah Finale. Better to go out leaving them wanting more – unless you live with Jack.
Haven’t written for a while - situation normal – all Jacked up.
My mission has been accomplished - as Tweeter & The Rocket Man say. I took over the chair, have couches under control, the bed is mine – he’s dancing to my tune (which so happens to be a Wailer’s hit)
But then Dr. Nuckinfutz discovered girls – yeah, at 63 – told you he is slow. Took E harmony to get him up to speed. Actually, there were three, but it was one in particular that made him look like he had a Novacaine overdose.
“I found a girl, beautiful & sweet” ( Ed Sheerin slop) – Jack listens all the time – makes me barf. Did I say “Young”? I asked Romeo whether she had finished Jr High – whether anyone was left in the cradle- and had he forgotten his age?
Jackster says that’s precisely the point and cites Lincoln: “Age is a matter of mind over matter – if you don’t mind, it don’t matter”. Lincoln? Now there was a real beauty! Jack says that’s what Princess thinks- age doesn’t matter - (Yeah as long as u have a nice stash of bones as my folk say). Well, my dear Jack, you got neither – beauty or bones!
Well that sent Ol’ Jack into a bit of the blues. Picked up his Bb harp and headed for “The Shed”- where he plays & prays his way outta his most miserable self. All I know is I got the remote. (Damn Wuss)
Stay tuned as our Saga unfolds: Will Jack pop the Q and if so when? Who is this mysterious Princess and from where? What will Princess answer and why? How will Mama Cuzzi deal with her nut job son and new great-grandaughter – a penguin named Q? What will happen to Captain’s Wheel? What will become of Marley (Yikes I smell competition – and I hear she’s’ smart - unlike Dr Nuk) – but if she’s so smart what does she see in Jack? And where’s the Chinese Lady? Can she & Olive save Marley? Oh my!
Stay right here - Marley got the scoop, the poop, and will keep ya in the loop.
(To be continued)
Me & Jack #10
Well it’s been quite a month for me – important changes – Ol’ Jack is waking up and we’ve made significant strides in his training.
First , he finally found some food I like. Says he looked all over and I’m picky. If he just asked me I’d tell him: Trader Joe’s – Yeah baby now we’re talkin’ some serious grub right there among all the Tree Hugger crap.
Then he did some research to see why I’m always licking (everybody & everything). Jack says it’s because I lack attention & affection – I’ll certainly take that, but the real reason is I just want to annoy him & his bozo friends who think they’re hot stuff – all they need is a little licking to face their pathetic realities.
Anyway, Jack started playing “chase” with me – where I can show off my moves & speed- leaving Fat–ass behind huffin” & puffin”. And he’s more affectionate now – whoda-thunk-it?
And then to beat all things Jack took me to the Beauty Parlor where I had a shampoo , my nails done, and a trim which was ok till they put the girlie bandana on me – Yikes!
Went on a third date with Olive. Chinese lady took us to the Dog Park for a Sniff-a-thon”. I heard the third date was the magic moment – but then I remember someone rearranged my plumbing.. What is a dog to do? And besides Olive is a girl too – hmmm “not that there’s anything wrong with it” – wait- parts missing – omg. Guess I will just have to hump Jack’s leg some more (Another opportunity to annoy him)
Well all-in all its ben a good few weeks – Jack is coming along nicely – But he’s still a damn wuss. Pray for me.
(Except from "Do Not Despise the Day of Small Things" Coming June 2018)
“He was among them as one who serves.”So it is said of 2 of my heroes: Jesus – and Gayle D. Erwin. One you might have heard of, the other maybe not (and I’m pretty sure he’d like to keep it that way).
Gayle plays a one-string guitar - portraying Jesus as servant – leading by example, not lording it over others, humble, child-like, least, last, not using force, no selfish ambition, not concerned with reputation, being human (real), obedient to the Father even to death – for the sake of others.
With a twinkle in his eye, a story in his pocket, a great sense of humor, and colorful suspenders, Gayle Erwin travels the world telling stories that carry The Story, encouraging countless many in living the Jesus Style.
I’ve been listening to (and watching) Gayle for about 40 years and I’ve learned a multitude of important things: being other-centered, how not to be manipulated, how to lead by example, letting love cast out fear, etc
Recently I was invited to his and Ada’s 60th Anniversary party – to me such an honor – and there they were being among us as ones who serve.
Have a look or a listen for yourself at The Servant Quarters www.servant.org
Been awhile since I took up paw & pen – and much has happened.
I’ve amazed Jack with my ability to flip 360s on a dime – blew him away the other day with 5 in a row – no big deal but he’s easily amused.
He dragged a tree into the house the other day – had some white crap on it that got all over the house – have no idea what that’s all about. He’s an odd one.
One night, late, I heard a crash coming from where Jack was sleeping. I dragged my sleepy butt up and went to investigate. Well there he was – on the floor – with a blanket and lamp on his head- tables turned, water all over –said he fell out of bed and cracked his head – lying there – said he had a dream – must have been a helluva dream. Poor Nuckinfutz – I pity the fool. Think I’ll get him a helmet to wear for this day he dragged the tree in for.
Shipped me off with the Chinese lady again. Says Im going on a date – with Olive (now what the hell kind of name is that for a dog – something you put in a martini!) Well turned out we went to a big park with a bunch dogs running around sniffing each others’ butts – now theres a fun date! How does he think these things up?I tolerated it but I missed Happy Hour.
Jack got fed up with my licking – got on his lap machine (thus displacing me again) and googled “Dog lick” – says I don’t get enough exercise or affection – damned straight! So he’s changing his tune and playing with me more wherein I threw him a bone when I turned 5 360’s.
Final gripe – He cant get it through his head I don’t eat dog food. Keeps trying to feed me that crap – I like hot-dogs – heated. Well he keeps trying & I keep giving him the disappointed look. He sighs and goes to get a hot dog. Well-trained Id say – Damn wuss.
Brent George Band - When I left there was no roof left - they'd blown it off - Brent took the crowd higher up with his original Blues & Rock creations- all done in a bow-tie!. Randy's bass & Eddie Gonzo's slick licks provided all Brent needed to "scorch" the frets. Snow provided the perfect vocal complement to Brent's - and "Trump-Pete" worked his magic on the horn - all of it done in gratitude of God.
Sunday monthly Gospel Lunches were the brain child of "Tiki" a lady with soul & savvy (Think Bonnie Raitt) who has taken a stand - leading the bar crowd into praise of the Originator of all good gifts. This was my kind of church - and more importantly the kind of place you'd find Jesus hanging out. (a bunch of us from Captain's Wheel surely did.)
I saw Stevie Ray's last concert before he died - I do believe the mantel has been passed - to the man in the bowtie.
Well, he’s gone again – keeps running away from home (again the dogs get a bad rap). He comes & he goes – who has to do all the work? I have to keep watch, chase wild creatures away, and bark at all the bells & dings. I try to bring his underwear out into the family room to fold – he keeps putting it back – no wonder I take so many naps.
Bells & dings. Lots of them in this house. I bark at them to chase them away. Jack keeps saying its ok – it’s the tv or oven timer or door bell – but you & I know they all come from the same place – the smoke alarm.
(One of us is crazy – It aint me babe – oops that Dylan crap of his is rubbing off on me- That’s why I scratch so much – trying to get Mr Tambourine man’s voice to stop making my skin crawl – Jack actually likes it – so we can all see who’s Nuckingfutz)
These days I’m trying to teach Jack who’s the Alpha dog. When he walks to the bedroom I run ahead & jump up on his pillow thus establishing positional authority. Think he pays attention? Hell no! He has the nerve to pick me up & put me at the bottom of the bed. What nerve – Well I guess I will go knock some pillows down and teach him who’s boss.
While I’m flowing in a stream of consciousness let’s talk about dog food. Have u read the ingredients? “Moisty chuncks of chicken, liver, and who the hell knows what? Who they kidding? And he serves me this crap twice a day. I ain’t eatin’ any such thing. He says I’m picky & spoiled. I say “You eat mine, I’ll eat yours.” So he gave a little of his steak to me – Now we’re talking! But just when I thought we’d made a breakthrough, here come the Kibble & Bits. He will soon learn who da’ big dog – damn wuss!