Episode #154: Let's Go Out With A Little Yip!

Our local mall helps a local organization do annual fundraising, although I'm not sure what the actual cause is though. This past spring they did it with bears, so this time around it's with the doggos stationed at high traffic spots in the mall. Isn't he purty?

Anyhow, there's but one more week left in the skewered year that is 2022, and being the highly motivated person that I am cough, cough!, what better time to take a mini vac from the cyber world by stepping out during Christmas week?

So, we're going to take the next week off to enjoy Christmas with family and friends. If you celebrate Christmas, I sincerely hope you have a very good holiday week. If you don't, I hope you have a very good holiday week just the same, and I'll see everyone either the first or second week of 2023.

In the meantime, please enjoy this very clean blast from the past video.

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Episode #153: Sports Are Where It's At!

It was a bright blustery day in downtown Newington this past Friday, and as you can see, all of the well oiled business geese were gathered at the first hole trying to decide who should go first.

There was a cacophony of shrill voices screaming that they should be the first ones on the tee.

"Mother! Mother! I'm the golden goose that laid the golden egg! I should be the first to go!"

"Not him mother, Henrietta should be the one to go first, as she's the one whose the dimmest bulb around, with her southern drawl of "yes" polluting the sky!"

"How dare you! How dare you! How dare you!" said Greta, who always wanted to be the center of attention, thus demanding that she go first, because she was the pluckiest duck that sailed the seas.

"But wait, if I don't go first, then the sky will fall without waiting for more!" cackled the twins Chicken and Billy, who never agreed on anything.

But Dudley Do-Goose was having none of it. He stepped on his pet feather named "Feather' and began screeching "Nell! Nell!"

"But Mother, Mother!" crooned a goose named Paulina, "They're just screeching some silly love songs, you should allow me to tee off first, because I'm the goose on the run!"

"Nonsense Mother, none of those others are worth it, because I can hit the ball like a walrus," said Johanna in a tone dripping with sour apples.

"Everybody, just stop being valley girls!" yelled Mother to all of her inventions. "I had enough of you all clicking those zircon encrusted tweezers, you're giving me a major league headache! Now sit back, stand in line and wait for your tune to come around. Do I make myself clearer than a country road deep in the heart of Texas?"

So, with great reluctance and malice of forethought, they all stood in line at the first tee to patiently wait for their turn to walk out of the green room and onto the green in order to act like the sultan of swing.

Ore, in this case, like the farmer who gleefully allows his cows to be used to play a rousing game of "pick the square that will be the winner winner poultry dinner!"

A good time was had by all....except the humans who had to play hopscotch while walking around the park that day.

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Episode #152: A Picture A Week Keeps The Blogging Blues Away

A brief writing update for all: I've just completed chapter 37 for my latest project. I'm looking at maybe three to four more chapters before I put the second part of this planned trilogy to rest. Current word count sits at a smidgen under 148k. I plan to take a break from writing it this coming January so I can concentrate on getting out a re-write to previously published book. Man, I am absolutely beat in writing this thing, but haven't had a story grab me like this in quite some time. Now, on to our free form post.

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Our wonderful flag. Never has a symbol made out of cloth or some other fabric has caused so much consternation to those people with tiny toddler minds (my blog, my rules), as well as pride to those people sans tiny toddler minds. Personally, I'm in the camp of the latter and I do treat it with respect. The problem is that people with tiny toddler minds can't understand why people who aren't natives (legal or otherwise) would want to come to/reside in our country.

As some people from the toddler side of life often say with heaping gulps of smugness, the flag is a symbol of oppression and it needs to go away. Yet, it's also a symbol of hope to those who want it, who need it, who are desperate enough (legal or otherwise) to do whatever it takes to come here and experience all it has to give.

As for those from the toddler side of adult life, you can always move to those countries where your personal freedoms there are tampered down elsewhere, often based on the whims of the government. Think about it for a minute. Countries in all four major compass directions have curtailed the liberties you have here. Freedom of speech? Only if you're wealthy. The right to protest? Well, we saw the brutal result of that up north, while elsewhere it's severely curtailed, or downright illegal.

All symbols have faults to go along with their history. But keep this one thing in mind, that symbol that some of you love to hate, has allowed you the freedom, from cradle to grave, to spew whatever nonsense you believe in. Because, that is your right as a citizen/resident (legal or otherwise) of this country, and no one can ever take that away from you.

Thank you for spending your precious free time reading my post about the American flag. Have an enjoyable week.

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