Thursday, December 26, 2019

A Moment

It's quiet now. And for that I'm thankful, because it's given me a moment to reflect. It's been a challenging year. And it's still hard to deal with some of the losses that are a part of every life. It never gets easier.

But quiet moments, rare and precious and few, are just enough to give us perspective and hope. And in life, we need hope. It gives us the strength to go on. It reminds us of what's important in life. And who's important to us. A moment is just enough to time to count the blessings and remind yourself of what really matters. Life, hard as it may be at times, is for the living. So live fully and love whole heartedly. Take the time to be with the ones you love and do the things that make you happy.

I hope y'all are doing well this holiday season. I wish y'all much peace and love and may the New Year bring y'all much joy, wonder, and happiness, and moments to remind you to embrace those closest to you, and give you hope no matter where you are. Happy Holidays.

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Pussy Galore!

Good news! My knocked up stray, Nightwing has given birth to four kittens. Even better, she had them in the upstairs neighbors' place. They're happy to have the kittens and will be keeping me updated.

And we've also agreed to have them (and their cat mommy and daddy) neutered or spayed. We're splitting the bill half and half. So, great news all around!

I'll post pics as soon as it is safe and possible to do so...

Saturday, March 9, 2019


On Friday, I brought in a platter of fried fish sandwiches for my coworker to enjoy.

When one asked, "Oooh. What's with the fish sandwiches?"

I replied, "It's Fish Friday."

Obviously, he wasn't a religious person, as his follow up question was, "Did you grow up having fish on Fridays?"

And I answered, "I grew up on the coast, by the sea. Almost every day was a fish day, with some crabs, clams, oysters, mussels, and lobster in between."

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

The Interns

I have been training four interns since the fall of last year. Two guys: Fratboy and Beachboy. Two Girls: Debbie (the Debutante) and Nina (the Latina from the city).

They're pretty smart and hard workers, once I give them a task and train them on how to get things done. But I also forget that they're really young people. The first day, they kept calling me "Sir," and I had to look around and see which older man they were addressing. Then it hit me, 'Aw, crap... They're talking to me...I'm the older man they are addressing!'

And I felt old every time they called me "Sir". So after the first ten minutes, I had them address me by my first name or "Chief", because I'll be damned if I have some young punks remind me everyday that I'm old and ancient in their eyes!

Today, I was reminded of our age differences once again, when one of my coworkers, a normally skinny woman, was telling us about how she was gaining so much pregnancy weight, that she was getting a big butt, big enough to shake it in a hip hop video.

I couldn't resist but joke, "Oh my gawd, Becky. Look at her butt..."

The rest of my coworkers laughter. Then Fratboy chimed, "Hey, you're singing Nicki Minaj's Anaconda."

And I replied, "Um,'s Sir Mix-A-Lot."

Looking confused, he asked, "Who?"

And I felt old again when I saw the other three interns share that same look of confusion, too. Oy.

And now, for what's apparently become an Oldie but Goodie: Baby Got Back...

Friday, March 1, 2019


This morning I did a short run, focusing more on speed than distance. At the end of several sprints, I walked a bit before stopping to do some stretches. I was catching my breath, trying to rally up the energy to do one last sprint home.

I was in front of a newly built motel, just a block from home. As I was stretching my legs, a stranger came out of the motel. He was a fellow about my age and height, with a lean built. He nodded at me and I nodded back.

He walked up to me and said, "You look tired. Are you experiencing any pain or soreness in your back and legs? I'm a massage therapist. Why don't you come inside and enjoy the sauna and hot tub. And if you want, I can work any pain and soreness away."

I wasn't feeling any pain or soreness. And I told him so and thanked him for the offer as I did my shoulder stretches. How about that? The kindness of strangers is so rare these days. But as much as I enjoy a good sauna and hot tub, I had to get ready for the day.

Feeling energetic, I took off for one last sprint. I was rejuvenated after some cool down stretches and a hot shower. I was ready to take on the day.

When I told my coworkers about my run, they laughed and said that motel dude was trying to pick me up. They were stretching the truth.

I just replied he was just being friendly. That just made them snicker and make cheeky innuendos. I told them they're just jealous because no one offered to massage them.

Either way, I'll just take it as a compliment that someone wanted to be nice to me. For the rest of the day, I had a pep in my step and felt good and upbeat. A good workout is an excellent start to a great day.

Monday, February 25, 2019


Two weeks ago, I started to notice that my youngest stray, Nightwing was starting to put on weight. Not surprising, since I know two other neighbors in my building also feed him and the other strays. Good, I thought. I'm glad people are kind to the strays. It's a tough life for stray cats. Any bit of kindness helps them survive and thrive in a dangerous world.

Last week as I fed him, I thought, Hmmm, he is getting a bit chubby. But it made me feel happy, because he looked content. Nightwing was no longer a small kitten. He was a young adult now, and I was proud of how far he had come from being a scared, wild kitten at the dumpsters to a street wise cat, smart enough to know where to get a good meal and find a safe place to rest.

Today, as I fed the cats, I was suddenly struck by how rotund Nightwing was. Then it hit me. He wasn't fat. He was pregnant! And he was a she! Nightwing is a female, and she's carrying kittens!

Good Lord, all this time I thought my little stray was a boy. I thought he didn't have testicles because he was too young and hadn't gone through puberty yet. Well, I was wrong. So wrong! And now I've got a knocked up cat!!! A teenage soon to be mom!

I was dumbstruck at the realization. At work, one of my coworkers told me how cats get it on, just like dogs, with the male cat usually biting the head of the female and lots of yowling from them.

I suddenly thought to last month, when I caught the upstairs neighbors pet black cat, Black Panther, sitting on top of Nightwing, growling and biting his head. I chased him away, because I thought he was being territorial and being mean to poor Nightwing. Three nights in a row, I had to come out when I heard the crying and yowling and had to chase Black Panther from attacking poor Nighwing.

To my horror (and dismay), I now know that they weren't fighting, but instead, they were getting it on! And I was interrupting their S&M session! The little kinky freaks!

How was I suppose to know? We had cats on the farm, but I never ever saw them get it on. Not like dogs. Dogs will do it anywhere, anytime and you know what they're up to. They'll do it in the middle of the road, at the entrance to a church, in the school yard in front of small children. They don't care. They'll do it right in front of you as you're sitting on the veranda on a hot day sipping iced tea. Dogs don't care. They just go at it.

But cats are secretive. I've never seen them get it on. It always seems to happen in the dark. Even fascinating, my coworker told me that female cats have this special ability to chose the father of each kitten. So each kitten can be only a half sibling with all its litter mates! What whores!

For minute, I experienced this irrational thought of calling Nightwing a slut, an irresponsible skank, whoring the night away. I can't believe I'm now dealing with a teenage cat mom! How could this happen? Then I realized, it's nature, and the cats are doing what comes naturally. Who am I to judge?

I suddenly thought of old cat, Storm Shadow. He was always friendly to Nightwing, sharing meals and even napping together. They even greet each other with a kiss to this day. Was he a possible father to her kittens, too?

All I know is, things need to get done before those kittens are born. I'm trying to entice the knocked up stray to settle in my place. No luck. She'll visit and groom herself or explore for ten minutes, then she's at the door, ready to leave. I'll keep trying, because I don't want those kittens being born outside. It's still cold and wet this time of year.

I've all ready informed my upstairs neighbors that their cat knocked up the stray cat, so these kitties are their responsibility. There will be no deadbeat cat dads around here! If you didn't want kittens, then you should've had your cat fixed!

So far, they're excited and trying to do the same thing, coax the soon to be mommy stray to come into their apartment. No luck yet, but they're still trying, even though their cat seems none too pleased at having to share his space. Well tough luck! If you didn't want to share your space, then you shouldn't have knocked up another cat!

Wednesday, February 20, 2019


This is my new friend. I call him Sylvester.

He reminds me of the Looney Tunes cat:

And he's also pretty muscular and fit, like another Sylvester:

He's very friendly. I'm not sure if he is a stray. He may be someone's pet. He looks very healthy. And it's the way that he is fearless around me and eagerly approaches, letting me pet him, and purring when he rubs against my legs that makes me think he is a pet, not a stray.

My two strays have a wildness in them. They're calm and come into my apartment, but there's always this wariness, this feeling that they're ready to bolt for the door, should anything surprise them. But they are friendlier now than when I first fed them. Still, there's a toughness that emanates from my strays, even when they're just relaxing on my porch.

I like the new cat. I first spotted him one evening as I was returning from taking out the trash to the dumpster. I noticed a white patch in the bushes. I called out gently, and out of the shadows emerged this cat.

He cautiously followed me home, sat on the porch while I got some food and water. He meowed and eagerly ate the food, hung out for an hour afterward, then went back out in the dark night--probably on some important cat business. I don't have the security clearance to know where cats go off to in the night.

It's been two weeks since he started coming around in the evenings for a meal. The two strays and the upstairs neighbors' black cat were unfriendly at their first meeting. There was much hissing and yowling from the other three. I had to stay out there to maintain an uneasy peace as they all ate.

Now the two strays tolerate Sylvester as they each eat at their own food bowl. But the upstairs black cat still hisses and waits for Sylvester to finish eating and leave. Then the black cat approaches and eats. That black cat is such a diva, but he makes me laugh.

I hope Sylvester really is someone's pet. And I hope he continues to come around for dinner for many years to come.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Scent of a flower: Jasmine

I love the scent of jasmines, especially the ones that are really fragrant and bloom at night. Sweet, ethereal, enchanting. It is a magical scent.

One hint, and I'm immediately transported away to a cool summer night, an adventure in a land far away; laughter and music in the air; dancing joyfully in the streets under soft lamps and twinkling stars; reveling at the sight of that stunning smile; haunted by your voice; mesmerized by those gorgeous eyes; excited and electrified every time we touched, longing for more; the scent of jasmine drifting in the air. Wonder and magic everywhere.

How marvelous it was enjoying the company of new friends in a strange, exotic land; living in the moment, feeling liberated, free, full of passion and bliss. Absolute ecstasy. I know there is a heaven, because I lived it with you those nights.

And no matter how far apart we are or how much time has passed; and truthfully, even when we are with others, the bewitching scent of jasmine always takes me back there, to a perfect moment of pure joy, always cherished forever more.

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Just a closer walk with thee...

I was half listening to a conversation some coworkers were having. Suddenly they asked me, "If you could go back to any time period, where would you go to, and why?"

I answered, "I would go back to when Jesus was alive. "

Blank stares. Silence. Discombobulation. Then one of them braved, "What? What? What!?"

So I said, "Why not? I would love to hang out with Jesus! He likes to walk in the wilderness, and I enjoy the outdoors. We could go kayaking. And if the kayak tipped over, Jesus can just walk on the water and flip the boat back over.

Plus, he's always having parties! And if we need wine, I'd be like, 'Jesus! We need wine! Here's some water,' and he'd turn that water to wine. If we need food, I'd say, 'Jesus, we need food!', and I'd give him a fish and some bread, then Bam! Jesus turns it into fish tacos for everyone!

Chicks were drawn to Jesus. And if one of Mary Magdalene's friends gave me a social disease, I'd say, 'Jesus, it burns when I pee', Jesus would heal me! Hangovers? Healed! Food poisoning? Healed! Fell off the roof and broke some bones? Healed! Died in a horse and carriage accident? Raised from the dead!

And I would be a true friend to Jesus. I won't punk out when the Romans come to arrest Jesus. I'd be like, 'Hell, no, mofos! You want Jesus? You're going to have to go through me!' And I'd start kicking ass! And if I died in the fighting, I'm gonna make sure Jesus keeps raising me up from the dead to fight til all those Romans are gone.

Then I'd smack around that bitch traitor, Judas, have him set up a meeting with Joseph Caiaphas, the high priest who put the hit out on Jesus. Then I'd go Vlad Tepes on Caiaphas and all those Pharisees and Sadducees who plotted to kill Jesus and impale them all on a hill! The hill they planned to crucify Jesus!

The New Testament would've been very different if I had been there!"

And the conversation ended with me walking away and my coworkers laughing.