Life is for the birds --
and the bees and the flowers and the trees and the moon up above, and a thing called love -- Jewel Akens

Monday, June 30, 2014

Oh, Lord. The scarlet lady is at it again. Lucy has a new admirer. He's the bartender at Enoch's, an Irish pub down on Louisville -- 10-12 blocks from home.

Lucy needs stimulation beyond me, and it's a good source for the rare gin-and-tonic. Today was Lucy's second visit. John gave her due admiration and another French fry. The handsome man knows how to go after a girl's heart.

She bitched all the way home.

Monday, June 23, 2014

I just read the word "kapok" for the first time in decades. It's in The Coroner's Lunch by Colin Cotterill.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Because I can, Yes I Can Can, I used a Pointer Sisters song in the discussion area for the psychology course (positive thinking). Then I ran across this great country song:

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Happy Father's Day!

A good many people at Youtube have said these are baby goats. Look at 'em. I have to agree. Kids.
Some lambs there in the upper right. Regardless, how cute can a being get?
Lyman's cousin invited me to a workshop yesterday at her shop.  Had a great time with a small group of women.

Here is my result, using Annie Sloan paint and stencils:

Saturday, June 14, 2014

And for something completely different:

A rose, my sweet:

A convocation of legends: Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings (deceased), Johnny Cash (deceased), and Kris Kristofferson

"City of New Orleans" was written by Steve Goodman -- not Arlo Guthrie or Willie Nelson.

Since I failed to make it to Scott's memorial, let this stand as his funereal music. He was more progressive than I've ever been watching this stuff, but he couldn't object to a few outlaw writers.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Good Lord. I had a DNA analysis done by 23andme a year or two ago. It was a spit thing.

I encouraged my brother Charles, and my sister Patricia to do a comparable test.

Genetically, they're showing up 85-98 British Irish and I'm showing 62%. I always knew I was different, but who did Mama like that much? Damn sure wasn't any of us.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

I have been preoccupied for the past several months for several reasons, not the least that my brother's Hodgkins has come back, so I've just discovered that my long-time blog friend Scott Chaffin died in February. RIP, buddy.

That we were both native Dallasites did much to cement our long-distance friendship. I am so sorry that I failed to comment on his blog after his death.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Look at how casually he plays that keyboard. What else he can play?

It's strange to tell these youngsters that my name is Janis spelled like Joplin, and have them look at me like I came from Missouri.

Joni Mitchell - The Circle Game

To be fair to myself, I need to change the blog.

I was kicked out of an English class this week for being too able ( It was an act of mercy by Dr. Adams.)  Taking introductory psychology online in place. ( How could I be so naive about the prices. We're talking $300 a credit hour.)

Yes, I'm a student. I told  you this is what I would do. And I like it.

Lucy is still with me . We'll be comfortable here, in an office/kitchen/bedroom/bathroom/outside spaces duplex in the garden district in Monroe, LA.

Charles Gore is still living with the vet. There is no great news about him except that he has learned how to belch.  Can that be so much worse than a hacking cough? We'll all see.

Lucy is becoming more expressive. It will be hard to tell how much she hated Charle Gore's guts. She certainly had no patience for his dominance.