the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way
I bought a book today
Sarah would say this is not noteworthy
To which I might reply
"But what of serendipity?" or
"Do not ignore small signs from the universe" or even
"Birds of a feather flock together"
Fr Richard Rohr entered my life just the other day
That made me happy and I trust it will be beneficial
Searching for Shiva Vandana today
and what came my way?
Vandana and Rohr and even(!) Wendell Berry
all in the same book
And of course that's all it took!
Monday, June 17, 2019
Sunday, June 16, 2019
Euthanasia
My sisters have a pact
Mutually assured euthanasia for the first one that needs it
This will be difficult for many reasons
not least because they love each other too much
It will also be difficult because they do not live together
And to hear Barbara tell it, they never will live together, either,
because if they did they would kill each other
Chichi
I've been working with my friend Sid for a couple of weeks now
Sometimes I call him my brother-in-law but strictly speaking,
which is to say in law,
he is not
Besides, I like calling him my friend,
because that is how it feels to me
I've started to call him Shrek
affectionately
He is big and strong and he sometimes barks
but mostly he is warm and kind and of very good nature
And he is meticulous which is a further improvement on the original
Shrek 2, then
Sometimes I call him my brother-in-law but strictly speaking,
which is to say in law,
he is not
Besides, I like calling him my friend,
because that is how it feels to me
I've started to call him Shrek
affectionately
He is big and strong and he sometimes barks
but mostly he is warm and kind and of very good nature
And he is meticulous which is a further improvement on the original
Shrek 2, then
PART TWO
I felt a poem yesterday.
I think it was about my mother. She swore like a pirate.
How was it that she could swear a blue streak, first at Nixon later at Bush, while rolling pie dough?
Let's not forget Reagan. We can never forget Reagan.
Poured out like rhubarb filling landing plop-plop-plop,
Shit-fuck-horse manure-piss-face-brown-nosing-SHIT-bastards!
Paint-burning shrieks echoing up the plaster walled stairwell to scare teenagers out of slumber, fearful that MS-13 were having their way with her downstairs.
"No, it's just your grandmother trying to open a can."
I admired her. You always knew where she stood and you knew she cared.
I swear like a third-grader, running across Union Street yelling FUCK without a clue.
Time to clear the table.
"Keep your fork, Duke, there's pie".
I think it was about my mother. She swore like a pirate.
How was it that she could swear a blue streak, first at Nixon later at Bush, while rolling pie dough?
Let's not forget Reagan. We can never forget Reagan.
Poured out like rhubarb filling landing plop-plop-plop,
Shit-fuck-horse manure-piss-face-brown-nosing-SHIT-bastards!
Paint-burning shrieks echoing up the plaster walled stairwell to scare teenagers out of slumber, fearful that MS-13 were having their way with her downstairs.
"No, it's just your grandmother trying to open a can."
I admired her. You always knew where she stood and you knew she cared.
I swear like a third-grader, running across Union Street yelling FUCK without a clue.
Time to clear the table.
"Keep your fork, Duke, there's pie".
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