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Friday, September 15, 2023

Early Petards

I have decided to use the Normaphoto over this post to act as illustration of a species so advanced it does not need doors. I need doors and it bespeaks my disadvantage. Treefrogs can sleep in a pile of themselves because they evolved to where they don't much mind each other --where humans would trespass through doorless doorways and steal each other's toys.

Frogs are amphibians. I am only a mammal. Evolution gives me hope of joining the higher primates someday but can't do it consistently.  Humans have long been blowing holes in doors with bombs called petards, which were glued onto doors and detonated.

Petard is derived from the middle-French "Pet", in turn derived from the Latin "Pesitus" which means "Breaking Wind". In short, the petard preceded the invention of explosives and early Roman infantry specialists were trained to supply this offensive impact without them --hence the phrase "hoisted by one's own petard".  Many were indeed hoisted by their gaseous petards and injured upon landing.  In all, I think the spirit, practice and prize of liberty is better left to Hans Christian Anderson: " 'Just living is not enough', said the butterfly,'one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.' ".


Wednesday, September 6, 2023

Waking Up A Dinosaur

                       (Prehistoric Geodoodle)

Do you dream of things to come?

Friends who share some principle

Identical to yours, who launch

Tours into your wilderness in

Happiness, in fun and tickle you

To suspect that all lives are one. 

Sunday, September 3, 2023

Uncanny Family Resemblance


I believe the group photo above is of my relatives at a reunion in 1978 --when Jimmy Carter posthumously restored Jefferson Davis to U.S. citizenship. 

Let's close with a favorite, apposite quote from General Evangeline Booth: "What the world needs now is a revolution, but it must be a revolution of love."

Monday, August 28, 2023

Treefrog And Outlet

There are principles involved

In navigating enigmas.

Safety isn't one of them but

I dive at my dinner in

The dark and do  not stick

My arms into its slots.



Thursday, August 17, 2023



                                                    Normaphoto of geodoodle

I have found a way of accessing comments even though I wasn't notified of them by Blogger. When I signed up back around 2010, comments got sent to my gmail site for approval. I guess that got changed while I was in hospital. Today I tried going to this site and found a tiny magic brown thing in the left margin, clicked it and there they were. Further experiment published all of them (go see!). 

I sure appreciate the good vibes. Follow-up scan is a month (+or-) away.  Hi-tech scan over this post is how I hope it won't look. Subdural hematomas and sprung mainsprings are no fun.


Sunday, August 13, 2023

Working On It



 Over this post is a Normaphoto (retrieved from "some time back",     she  says)It will serve to illustrate a poem I'll write here to try and retrieve some memory.  Amnesia is persistent but so are we:
          Distillates of rainbows
          Swirl in mind.
          Who knows what wonder
          We might find?                   

Wednesday, April 19, 2023


 Hello! I live...                       

...and learn. Some time ago, 2009, I retired from a job that left me with a strong body and retentive mind. That was gardening --mostly in public places-- for 35 years. Before that I was a custom picture framer, fine arts restorer, truck driver, etc.

In the mid-70s a personable, thoughty-looking lady entered my frame-shop with a 200 year-old oil-landscape in need of repair. As
I wrote out the work-order she said, "I want it to look well-cared-for but not shiny or new."
 I raised my gaze to hers and said, "understood".
She answered, "Good!" and filled out her part of the work-order: name, phone, city, address......
"Am I reading your street address (upside down) correctly?"
"What does it look like?"
"Pig Turd Alley?"

"Welcome to Gold Country!"