'Maybe you weren't supposed to own a smart phone' .... WahWah... I lost my gift, I Phone 6, on Boxing Day... boohoo... I was exhausted. Christmas was H A R D but beautiful. The next day I pushed forth to visit sister Jill Meyer in her rare and first visit to the bay area in many years down in Hayward where she was housesitting (and poochsitting for Penny) for her daughter Clara Poland... I traveled via Golden Gate Transit across the Richmond Bridge and then BART.
Jill is looking great .... stylish, and healthy and she met me at the BART station and she took me to the house .... We spent the afternoon chatting and I got a chance to dispell my negative opinions of life in the East Bay in that general neck of the woods... as Hayward definitely has it's own charm. California is a beautiful state in so many ways. We, us citizens of the American dream tried to lay down the best aspects of the American dream here in the Golden State and we sort of succeeded.... and then maybe we mucked it up a bit then a bit more, then a whole lot more ... I would say so then again I still tend to side with Sitting Bull and Black Elk... Enough already with the wagon trains...
Enough already.... with...
.... Somewhere in there with the good conversation joined by Carrie Eliza who resides with Clara and Eamon and was an invited guest for that special show at Peri's though I knew her appearance would be highly unlikely that took place back in November. There was something so beautiful and now you have the device to do just that again that magical da daaa.. !! a Smart Phone.. Sheesh. Scuze me can i take a picture of this beautiful moment and these great people... dang Carrie ... wow! Something about the light .. Where's my phone?
I screwed up big time and as the angel who gave me the phone says ... 'Maybe you weren't meant to have a Smart Phone... ' ?
Many people have given up on me over the years for different reasons, all just fine. My incredible ability to lose things. Mess up positive opportunities. the incredible optimist who will invariably crash and burn or simply never do his homework. Stop I say. it's a new year! G O D. I believe. I believe.
I believe I believe... in what? the Tao. The River. In the creator has a master plan, Peace and Happiness for every Man (and woman) the creator makes but one demand Peace and Happiness across the land.
So sang Leon Thomas on the extraordinary Tenor and Alto Sax player, Pharoah Sanders explosive masterpiece of an album Jazz that came out about 1968 titled 'Karma'.
The song goes on.... The New Year.. here I am housesitting for a couple of San Anselmo Fat Cats! What could be better more fitting Guy Wheeler Meyer Jr. ... you are the 5th Guy Wheeler said Uncle Andy to me years ago. Uncle Andy, the great Uncle Andy, Superior Court Judge of Massachussetts.. get yourself together and he sent me all his college textbooks on English with some hope that his nephew would take time to learn proper punctuation, and write in a way that could do justice to the ears and eyes and minds of my readers...
The Fat Cats of the world is that whose side you are on ... ? .. Jr..? Well ..??
Yes I am with the Fat Cats of San Anselmo living in high luxury. Housesitting for 4 or 5 days it will pass quickly. Walking distance to work. Luxury. A kitchen!! WooHooo!! (in fact my hot plate works well back in Forest Knolls) Bathroom!!! Woohoo! (in fact I've gotten pretty good in disciplining myself to not need to get up and use the bathroom in the middle of the night... and I can always walk back to the squire's home even in the middle of the night... but that is in 'the Valley' (San Geronimo Valley) and tonight I sleep less than 200 yards from the Hub, The Ross Valley, The Corte Madera Creek Watershed home of Fairfax, San Anselmo ...
The new year is off to a good start but what does that mean..? Technically speaking... New Year's Eve I was in a fine state... but that is past and what is Now. What is Now? I chew my potatoes and chicken...
I have a two week vacation starting on Sunday. What is now? Leo and Perkins two excessively large housecats are outside now.... What is now? I belch.. the Zinfandel was good.
Do you work for Fat Cats? Answer yes or no! But your honor let me explain... 'You are instructed to answer the question.' I would not be here in the lap of luxury with a kitchen, flush toilets, working walking distance except for two Fat Cats. 'Yes Your honor I work for Fat Cats. '
The courtroom is hushed. The witness seems to slump. The jurors stir.
Leo and Perkins remain indifferent. They are outside the front door it is 10 PM and this is their time to wander as fat cats will... not very far from the front door.. just to remember their roots maybe sniff some form of actual life outside the tidy apartment confines. A Beetle might wander by... do they feel a breeze? Oh this is a bush? Ohh my actual dirt instead of that crap in my plastic poop box... Two excessively civilized Cats wander in the Twilight Zone.. (the twilight zone theme sounds in the background) ... the vet says 3 scoops per day per cat.... but you are not to exceed this by more than three extra... OK?... The vet suggests a diet but . they are such sweet fat cats... Roly and Poly.
Are the cats part of the Zeitgeist? You know the Zeitgeist don't you people? True there was the bar down in SF under the overpass there by Division and Van Ness. The Zeitgeist... Ay mateys.. the zeitgeist is the expression of the collective unconscious.. the collective unconscious? Yes indeed that part of ourselves that we proudly think of as our own unique thought pattern when in fact we are merely expressing the flow of the consciousness that is not exactly just ours... we might not realize that we are part of something, the river.. and in 2019 we feel deep compassion for creatures great and small that we might even prefer to indulge them in their joy then give them what they really need...
a little hard nosed good health.
Contemplating the subject of 'the manipulation of compassion' and no one does 'the manipulation of compassion' better than cats ... to their human owners/keepers/subjects. I work for Fat Cats.
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