Lady finger, dipped in moonlight

Clearly I haven't tended to this blog the way I used to. Much has changed in my life and the time or inclination to post here hasn't been available much. Should I retire the blog? I don't know. I've thought of taking that route, but I've always maintained the notion that I could always return to it when the urge struck. I suppose none of this matters, really. My readership has dwindled; it's not as if I've got people clamoring for me to post here.

Anyway

Life has been hectic in a good way. I'm about to be married in a couple of months, we've got an awesome cat named Kikuchiyo, my job is going great (working with friends is totally rad, dude!)

Ok, time to go. Can't say I'll be posting all the time, but I don't think I'll give the blog up for good. 

Time will tell.  

When you're high you never ever want to come down

A long, quiet weekend. Veronica has been out in western MA getting more schooling in Ayurveda since Friday. Me and the kitty have done things like watch movies (Star Wars: The Force Awakens, The Witch, Solaris) read from The Disaster Artist, the hilarious and touching book about the making of The Room, one of the best and strangest movies I've ever seen. We've, well, I've gone for bike rides (Saturday found me on the bike path riding through the oppressive heat deep into Arlington) and worked on music (I've got a song written on our baritone ukulele that has finally gotten some attention after gathering dust for a few months).

Veronica returns early this evening but then goes back on Friday for a marathon ten days. We're not keen about all this time apart, but we'll get through it. As interwoven as we are, we always endeavor to give each as much space to thrive within the relationship. Ayurveda is important to V and, despite her protestations about going (what can I say, she thinks I'm a cool dude to be around), we both agree this is the right thing for her to be doing.

So our little man town adventure will extend a bit longer. Me and baby Kikuchiyo will probably benefit from a woman's sensibilities by the time V is finished with school.

Okay, bye.

I keep giving bad people good ideas

Kikuchiyo is eating his dinner. We were playing the laser pointer game for a bit and then he was like "Son, I need to put some grub in my belly! Play time is over."

Oh, yeah, Kikuchiyo is our cat. We got him last week after the other cat we thought we were going to get got adopted. It all happened so fast. Veronica saw him on Pet Finder and a day later he was ours. He's adjusting well, our little boy. He's pretty much acquainted with the downstairs, though he still occasionally hauls his ass back to our room if something spooks him.

Veronica woke up Sunday morning to use the bathroom and couldn't find him. I had gotten up to use the bathroom around two thirty and he was on the window sill looking cute. I had closed the door tight behind me. The closet door was also shut tight. Where did he go?

We went through the room moving furniture, looking in drawers. We checked the closet, though we knew he couldn't have gotten in there. Did he fall out the window? Nope, the screens in both windows were tightly secured. What the fuck!

We checked downstairs. I took a walk around the house. No sign. He just vanished. We regrouped in the bedroom after a couple of hours of looking. Veronica said kittens often hide in box springs. Mine is not elevated so we checked the sides. No openings.

There was nothing for it but to try and get some sleep. At that point, I had only gotten a few hours rest and V not much more. We had a lecture on the Bhagavad Gita given by V's guru and teacher, Babaji, to attend. It was going to last all day and we had volunteered to help set up chairs, tables, and food. We needed more sleep, but it didn't come. How could it? We were completely bewildered. Where the fuck was Kikuchiyo?

V went downstairs to use the bathroom and I lay in bed quietly, listening intently for any sound that might alert me to our little boy. Nothing for a few minutes but then I heard a soft thunk under the bed. I hadn't moved. And then it hit me: there was a tear in the box screen by the head of the box spring we missed. As it dawned on me, V came in the room. I asked her to check. She did and discovered a little kitty curled up inside it. The little fucker was under us the entire time!

Aside from that incident, we've been enjoying our time with Kikuchiyo. He's going to get pretty big, we think, given the fact he's got a lot of Maine Coon in him. We'll see.

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Ok, I'm out this piece. Little Kiku needs some head scratching.

Seems to me, you don't want to talk about it

I suppose I'd be better served typing this on my laptop what with all of my PC's issues, but here I am trudging through. Anyway, the issues are mere annoyances, like the persistent overworked fan in my tower that is fucking annoying but tolerable, and I can abide for a bit longer.

A lot going on but I don't have time to cover it all. I know, this is the tale of practically every post. What can I say, my time is limited these days. We've been busy, V and I, and free time to do things like post in a blog has been rare.

In addition to planning a wedding, which, as you're probably aware, takes no small effort, we've been house sitting, riding bikes (got mine last weekend; it'd been way too long), visiting friends and family, plotting tattoos, working, house cleaning (we're the only ones who ever do it), looking for pets, and planning for upcoming retreats. In the midst of all that, I'm trying to find time to create music. Hasn't been easy, but I'm doing it.

Anyway

I need to split. Forgive the short, boring, unnecessary post. Better than nothing, right? Right?

Okay, then. Bye!

Don't you be caught with a tear in your eye

Almost time for bed. I'll probably just fall asleep when I get under the covers but I'll attempt to stay up for a bit anyway. Maybe listen to some Michael Hurley or watch some TimberGiant Bigfoot videos. Veronica is asleep already (I'm on my laptop in the living room) and it's been a busy day, but I want more time, damnit!

We're on day one and a half of a kitchari cleanse. So far, so good, but the triphala tea we're drinking that corresponds with it is cleaning me out. An effective laxative, among other things.  Doesn't taste very good, but I bet you figured as much. Hey, all in the interest of keeping healthy.

Went to a cool barbershop after work. They had a cool little waiting room down a tiny flight of stairs with cushioned chairs, coffee and booze, acoustic guitars on the wall and a flat screen tv on the wall. V and I were impressed. Good cut, too. Got my beard trimmed and some straight razor action on the back of my neck. I'm somewhat a normal looking fellow now.

Wedding plans have come along. We've found our venue (details later) and it's exactly what we wanted. We're elated. The planning continues, though; there is more to do. Big step out of the way and the rest (hopefully) is just gravy.

Time for sleep, I do declare. It's been some time since my last post, I know, but if there's catching up to be done, it will take place in another post.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go join the love of my life in bed.

Good night.

Strange days have found us and through their strange hours we linger alone

Last Wednesday during my lunch break I read from Whitley Strieber and Jeffrey Kripal's  haunting and mind-bending Super Natural . I came upon a passage about owls and how they're linked to UFO lore. Strieber recounted his own synchronicities involving owls and also that of his coauthor and a colleague of his who, independent of each other, experienced theirs while the book was being written. I'm no stranger to synchronicity. Recently, I had a powerful slew of them when Veronica and I first got together; they gave added meaning to our union. After reading the passage about the owls, I was in for more.

"And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee" - Friedrich Nietzche.

Owl imagery in my life:

1. When Veronica and I went to see The Witch hours after reading the aforementioned passage, I looked up and saw owl light fixtures along the walls of the theater. I'd noticed them before, but it had been a while since I'd been there.

2. The following day I was watching the documentary, Wolf Pack and near the end one of its subjects appeared on screen wearing an owl costume.

3. When I came home from work on Friday, Veronica was wearing a tee shirt with an owl depicted on it. She was aware of the owl synchronicities, but claimed she didn't make the connection when she put on the shirt. I believe her.

4. Late Saturday evening, I remarked to Veronica that my owl streak must have concluded as it was late and we were about to go to bed. Before going to sleep, however, I started watching on my iPad La Jette, a short film I had been interested in seeing for some time. As the film began, this is what flashed on the screen:

I must say this spooked me a bit. 

5. On Sunday, I took a walk to the bakery and on my way there my eye caught an owl statue on someone's porch.

I haven't seen an owl since. I'm a bit relieved but also disappointed. A part of me hoped I could keep the streak going. I can't say I know what it all means but I think the Nietzsche quote might explain some of it. 

Gonna go where the bright lights and the big city meet

It's a beautiful day. It should hit 70 , which is welcomed and also somewhat disturbing considering it's early March. Global warming notwithstanding, I'm going to enjoy it. I hope it's this nice next week when V and I head out to Western MA for our long weekend getaway.

 (Nice segue, eh?)

We'd been looking for a while and finally found a place that had everything we're looking for. Air B&B saved the day. We're renting a place from a really nice couple in idyllic Beckett. It's a beautiful little house off the beaten path but close enough to diners and shops should we decide to venture out (we may, if only to go horseback riding and check out the Norman Rockwell museum). No neighbors in sight, no light pollution (o the stars!), and over an acre of land with a stream in the back yard. An introvert's utopia! We're excited and counting the days.

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Tonight we're going to see The Witch. We'll walk into Davis Sq. with my vape pen in active use and the birds chirping in celebration of the warm weather. Spring in March is okay with me. After last winter, we've earned this.

V will pick up a laptop for my mom today (long story) and will probably pick one up for me since my PC has been dying a slow death for a while. It's nice being able to afford stuff these days. 

Okay, my sweet ragamuffins, it's off with me.