Full Moons, and A Toast to Cleo
During the last full moon, Plot and Duck were standing on the side of a dusty road in Northern Patagonia, waiting for the bus drivers to finish their cigarette(s) break.
This full moon we'll be here, at home, eating brisket and matzoball soup made by the daughter of a Presbyterian Minister. How good is that?
A month from now, maybe in LA?
It's nice to measure the motion of our lives by where we are during full moons. You need to be home for a certain amount each year, but you need to be somewhere else during some of them too, or else you stop noticing. Shouldn't ever stop noticing full moons.
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And here's a toast to Cleo. (Clink!)
posted by DAK @ 10:50 AM
4 Comments:
How very kind of you to include Cleo in your blog. And a glacier toast at that! Thank you. She was a beautiful, playful, sweet kitty and is already missed.
Howdy, podna. You the piano player for J.S. Blue? If so, or come to think of it, even if not, this here's Texas Pete. I don't get over to Garage Hangover very often and I noticed there was a massage left last December by yet another piano man, was wondering if'n it was youse. It's kind of a mystery how to contact the guy so I'm hoping you the same fella. Seems we're both kind of cagey with our e-mails and I don't do anything with them social networking thangs.
Anyway, warmest regards no matter whom you may be.
Pete, I hope you're watching -- yeah, it's me. To prove it -- The Brain Surgeon? Put your email down, willya?
Okie dokie, it's -
tejas_pedro@sbcglobal.net
Looking forward to hearing from you.
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