Hound Dog, Hound Dog Where you been?

Notes To A New

Moon:
Today is May 11, 2004.

“Sanity is a choice.”

~ Luis Villalobos

“Sanity is a cozy lie.

~Susan Sontag

“I suppose it is much more comfortable to be mad and not know it than to be sane and have one’s doubts.”

~ George Brown Burgin

(1856-1944)

English Novelist

“MAD, adj. Affected with a high degree of intellectual independence; at odds with the majority; in short, unusual. It is noteworthy that persons are pronounced mad by officials destitute of evidence that themselves are sane.”

~ Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914)

American satirist

from The Devil’s Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce

“It has been seen that the object of a sane upbringing is increasingly to direct all emotion towards objects which involve other people. Now basically the situation of being finite is an infinitely frustrating one, which would be expected to arouse sensations of desperation and aggression — as indeed it may sometimes be seen to do in very young children. I am aware that I must be careful, in using the word aggression, to state that I do not mean aggression directed towards people. What I mean is an impersonal drive directed against reality — it is difficult to give examples but it may be presumed that geniuses who are at all worthy of the name preserve a small degree of this. However, since all emotion must be directed towards people, it is obvious that the only form of aggression which a sane person can understand is aggression against people, which is probably better described as sadism or cruelty.”

~ Celia Green

“The way to do research is to attack the facts at the point of greatest astonishment.”

~ Celia Green

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Mothers Day was very nice.

I spent the day getting help

from all my men folk

doing all the things that I have wanted to

get done since we moved in here.

We have not unpacked the decorative stuff

Just the essentials

Because we have had so

Much living to do.

Life always gets in the way of

My decorating.

So that was great,

And because I wrote the Mother’s day part 1

Way before hand

(of the holiday itself)

it was mostly

Out of my head

I didn’t think about it all that much.

That’s why I have been gone from these pages

For the last few days.

I didn’t want to risk uncovering some

Nasty

Thing

And destroy what little calmness

I had created.

So

I didn’t

Write.

I wanted to

Write.

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My middle child turned 7

The day before

(Mothers Day)

Yes, he was born on Mothers Day

7 short years ago.

One of my most painful presents

Ever.

We had a wonderful day

He got his first big boy bike

And learned to ride it in

Exactly

2 minutes flat.

He is now working on learning to jump

The curb and do

Pop a wheelies

Like his older brother.

All my children are magically gifted

I know all children are

But

Shut up…

My

Middle child is athletically gifted.

He never crawled

He was walking and talking

In sentences

(The sentences were mainly in what sounded like Dutch

We just figured he was channeling 🙂

He has always liked his Daddy Best

He cried for the first 36 hours of his life

He is amazingly full of

Power

And

Energy

He looks just like his daddy

When he was a baby we called him

The Nitro Baby.

He can play every sport there is

Within a few minutes of

Learning it.

He has an amazing arm

And can throw anything

With speed and accuracy

(usually at one of his brother’s heads)

He did not come with

Built in volume control.

He is a ball hog.

He is the pickiest eater on the planet.

Sometimes he makes us call him

The Game Master. When he is winning the

Video Games.

He is so special and

Full of life.

I love him so

He is my miracle baby

Now seven

They grow so fast.

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I have been working on the mural project

The last few days.

I was

blocked

I had not come up with anything

As of yesterday morning…

I hate that panicky

Sick feeling

That tells you to hang it up

The muse is dead

You are a hack.

I was getting ready to call them and say

I am drawing a blank

You are going to have to find

Some

One

Else.

Of course

just as I gave up

I thought of a way to make it work

Yesterday afternoon

I think it will be lovely.

The mural is about

Life Skills

How apropos is that?

The Universe will always provide

That’s for sure.

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No one has bought anything lately

I am in a bugger of a slump

As far as sales go.

What the hell is up with that?

I am terrific…go buy something!

Mama needs a new pair of shoes…

Literally.

My mates work schedule is all farked up

This week and I kind of like it

He works swing most of the time

I wish he could always work days

We see so much more of him.

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I have yet to say anything of merit here

Are you disappointed?

How would I know?

You never write,

Or send flowers

Or write me love songs

Any m-o-r-e

Don’t cha know?

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I have found some really great blogs

And web rings

New ones

I’ll add them to my page (s) later

You’ll like them too.

The next part of the life story is coming up

It’s sitting in queue

In my

Back

Brain.

I will let it out as soon as I know what it is

Going to be all about

Stay tuned for more

Dirt

Piles

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Sanity

Is the subject matter

I am working on this week.

Finding

Searching

For

That comfortable

place

And its definition.

It seems to shift

for me constantly

Sometimes

I tell myself

(insert Theory of One here)

“self, you can’t be crazy

coz if you weren’ crazy

why then you wouldn’t be ah

havin this here conversation

with yourself.”

Or maybe

That’s crazy?

Sanity check

On aisle four!

That’s a

SANITY

Check On

Aisle Four

Please!

Oh never mind

I don’t want to hold up the line,

I’ll just put that back,

I didn’t really need it

Anyway.

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Just Today, Just Imagine.

Growing in Truth,

H

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Don't be shy!