Sometimes, when I try
to write, I feel I may not have more comedy or poetry inside. The other day when
I awoke, I remembered a dream I had. I immediately got a poem out of it. It’s
like my mind handed it to me. I find it more challenging to write comedy, maybe
because that’s the skill I’ve had less years trying to develop. Also, not
everything is funny to me. I typically feel pissed and/or hurt before feeling
humorous. By the time I get to what I consider funny, I’ve been through the
wringer.
I will admit, during all this pandemic time, I haven’t performed comedy
in front of people. It makes me wonder if I can still do it. I want to. It’s a
thrilling experience (usually).
Next week is my second Pfizer shot. I hope so
much my buddy can take me there and back this time.
I saw my little Mustache
today. We had our affection session. She meows a lot to me. I respond, “I know.
You want to tell me things.” Then I walked her to her food bowl which is our
routine. As she eats, I pet her and always tell her, “I’ll see you next time.”
Her tail stands straight up declaring her joy. Years ago, I read a book about
cat behavior. The author referred to that as “showing anal region.”
I still have
some of these, so let me know if you are interested for yourself or for someone
else. They are unisex and make a unique gift. Hanes; 100% pre-shrunk cotton; XL;
print color is apricot.
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