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From Candy…

The Conversation…

Cat, Relax, Chill Out, Camacho

“Are you glad your birthday’s over?”

“I guess.”

“You made it another year.”

“I did.”

“How many more years do you think you have?”

“No one ever knows the answer to that question.”

“If you think you know, buy a lot of sardines and give them to someone who will bring them to us.”

“Planning ahead?”

“Always.  It’s my job.”

“Did you have a premonition?  Think I’m going to die soon?”

“No.  Not really.  Just hedging my bets.”

“Biden needs to step up his game.”

“Most definitely,” agreed the cat.  “He fades into the background behind all the glitter, hype and noise of the other guy.”

“He does, and that’s a very bad thing,”  she said.

“It is.  He thinks people will notice him because of his stand on the issues, but they’re looking at the fireworks instead.  I don’t think he’s taking the short attention spans that people have and the fact that people want to party, into consideration.”

“I agree.”

“The election is already being rigged and hijacked,” he said, licking his claws.

“And don’t forget the fact that people don’t know what they’re doing.”

“How could I ever for get that,” he sighed.

“It’s very depressing.”

“And there’s nothing you can do about it even if he does fix the election right out in the open.  No one has stopped him for lying, or cheating, or inciting violence, or name calling, or hate speech, so far.”

“America is over.”

“For now.  She can get up again, although there might have to be a civil war, but that’s unlikely, since the weapons would be a problem.  The bad guys have all of them and you can see them being used in the street right now, against unarmed civilians.”

“I wish George Orwell could see this,” she said.

“He did.  He wrote about it in 1984 and everyone thought it was science fiction.  It’s been on The Twilight Zone too.”

“Warnings of things to come.”

“Like Terminator,” he snickered. (Yes, cats can snicker)


“Hey, it’s not my fault that you guys let things get this bad.”

“I know,” she said.

“You act as if you need a father figure to tell you what to do and scare away the bullies, but in reality, the people in charge are the people you should fear and keep out of office.”

“That’s true.”


“And what?” she asked.

“How will you change things?”

“We won’t.  No one wants to change anything, that’s why things stay the same.  Insanity is like that.”

“I don’t know why you even bothered to evolve,” he sighed.  “All you’re really good for is destruction.  I’m sick of people saying that not all of you are bad.  What’s that supposed to mean?  If those supposedly good people aren’t stopping the destroyers, then they’re just as bad as they are, since everything is dying because of them.  No one boycotts the bad guys, or does anything to stop pollution, violence, or anything else.  They can’t even stop using plastic bags or bottles and, in case you haven’t noticed, all your stores are  going out of business.  You’re being not only socially distanced, but kept out of touch and your kids aren’t going to be socialized in school, or anywhere else.  Your world is changing and depersonalization and…”

“You’re right,” she said.  “A lot of people are giving up.”

“What other choice do they have against AK 47’s, tear gas, rubber bullets, real bullets, fire hoses, and being beaten with clubs, strangled, shot and all the rest?”

She kissed him, petted him, left food for Jinx, and went home.

“Have a nice day,” he said, as she walked away.

“Why do you torment her so?” asked Jinx, coming out from under a bush.

“I’m hoping to get her to take action.”

“I don’t think it’s working.”

“All I can do is try,” said the cat.




Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Chad Knight — Humoring the Goddess (be sure to look at ALL of the amazing pictures–Gigi)

Chad Knight is a 41-year-old visual artist from Portland, Oregon.Chad was a professional skateboarder for 16 years. During that time, it served as his creative outlet.Now he creates mind-bending 3D drawings and incredible sculptures that highlight issues such as global warming and loss of habitat for animals.Chad Knight’s amazing and incredible sculptures seem so […]

via Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Chad Knight — Humoring the Goddess


Today is: National Trail Mix Day

Nuts, Food, Trail Mix, Raisins, Cashew

The Magical Apothecary…20

“Hi, Taylor.  Any new ghosts in town?” asked Joey, putting new books on the front table.

“A few,” she said.

“Before you go in the back,” he said, “do you think that if Cormick goes into the past that he can stop wars and diseases from manifesting during our time?”

“I doubt it,” she said.  “I think things will play out pretty much the same way.”


“Because people are people and they aren’t intelligent enough to see what’s right in front of them.”

Joey thought about it.  “I guess you’re right.”

“I am.”

“Did Diana tell you about my father?”

“A little.”

“I still want to find my mother.”

“Did you ask Sparrow for help?”

He shook his head.  “No.”

“She’ll help you.  Not because of your Fairy Oath, but because she loves you.  Hmm, maybe I should say that she’s in love with you.”

“We just friends forever,” he said.

“It’s more than that for her.”

“It is?”

“You’re so smart in so many other areas, aren’t you?” she sighed, patting him on the shoulder. “I’ll be in the Lab.”

A gorgeous woman walked in.  Joey recognized her immediately.


“Hi, Jo Jo.  Did you see your father?”

“I did. Thank you.”

“He said he was going to stop by.”

“He doesn’t really want to have anything to do with me.”

She nodded.  “He just found out about you.  Maybe he’ll change his mind.”

“I seriously doubt it.”

“I’ve been trying to find your mom.”


“Yes, but I haven’t found anything yet.”

“Thank you for looking,” he said.  “Would you like some tea and cookies?”

“Yes, please.  That would be lovely.”

They sat at the kitchen table, and fell into an easy and comfortable togetherness.

“I’ve missed you,” she said.  “I always hoped you would come back.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t know who I was.  I still don’t.  Not really.”

“Someone wiped your memory.”

“Why?” he asked.  “Who would do something like that?”

“Maybe you saw something you shouldn’t have.  I don’t know,” she said.

“My father said that I wouldn’t be welcome in Fairy.”

She nodded. “Your father is very powerful, but he’s right.”

“You accept me.”

“I love you.  That makes a difference.”

He smiled.  “I love you too.”

“I’m going to keep looking for your mother,” she said, standing up.  “I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

“Thank you.  I hardly ever leave here, so you know where I’ll be.”

“Your eyes are just like your father’s.”

“That’s what he said. A fractured genetic anomaly, or something like that.”

She laughed and nodded.  “Yes, that’s what it is.  Look, I have to go,” she muttered, pressing his hand to her cheek.  “I’ll see you soon.”

The shop was busy all day.  Deliveries were made and boxes piled up behind the counter.  People came in to pick up potions and spells.  Questions were asked about the coffee station and everyone voted for chocolate chip cookies, except for Mr. Clark, who requested Ginger Snaps.

Cormick barged in at closing time and his hyper energy immediately filled the shop.  Midnight did a perfect version of Halloween Cat, his back arched, as he pranced sideways, and Chester hid behind a chair.

“KNOCK IT OFF!” said Diana.  You just ruined a potion I’ve been working on for forty-five minutes.”

“Oh, sorry,” he said, looking as if he meant it.

“Now,” said Diana.  “What do you want?”

“You mean besides you?” he asked



Two pictures of Emily telling me that she’s hungry…

This is absolutely gorgeous…from: Astronomy Picture of the Day

NGC 6357: Cathedral to Massive Stars


From Candy…the president attempts to speak…


More flowers for my birthday…

The future…a poem

Steampunk, Scientists, Science Fiction

a virus
hit the earth
in 2020
no one knew
what the long term effects
of having it would be
hundreds of thousands died
but many
young people
only to find
that strange things
began happening to them
as time went by
humans too easily
take things for granted
when in reality
no one knows
what lies
in ahead for them

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