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  • 20060319-Bawling Body

    Head and sinus pressures increased over the years.
    Normal blood pressure reflects of my younger peers.
    I hear loud humming with a few more high pitches,
    which is louder at night as my ear hole itches.

    My neck is cracked by turning to left and right.
    Head pain was to left side and does not feel tight.
    Have annoying TMJ clicks that will be there.
    Use cold ice, exercise by palming cheeks with care.

    My stiff neck makes crackling noises all the time.
    I do karate chop exercises like a mime.
    Snap noises are in hips, elbows and knee joints too.
    I crouch like a sumo and kick like a judo.

    Busy hands are intact and still strong as ever.
    Busy fingers are fast and type with some error.
    My weakened wrist however would feel somewhat sore.
    Don’t want carpal tunnel yet to exercise more.

    My poor circulation affects mostly my feet.
    Blue toenails become pink with applied heat.
    Leg sensations feel all tingly and prickly.
    I stand up to shake these off but not quickly.

    If I stood up fast, I’d felt dizzy without faint.
    I’ll take care of self and have fewer complaints.
    Blood status not great but done all I could
    by eating properly of my elder Maw’s tasty food.

    I should not load up on carbohydrates or sweets.
    Cavities are quite expensive with holes in my teeth.
    I try to avoid dairy, fats, oils and red meats
    and those tasty snacks of empty caloric treats.

    My eye prescription is slightly astigmatic.
    I drive at night and good thing am not asthmatic.
    No eyestrain hurts from behind the computer table.
    My red eyes would sting from sad movies on cable.

    My rear end has been hurting from sitting here too long.
    I should get it round so I could wear a sarong.
    My gray hairs upon my head continue to itch.
    My dandruff laughed at me like a wicked old witch.

    My last condition involved the largest organ.
    Skin treatment is needed to remove my green Gorgon.
    My sensitive skin has felt rough, red, hot and dry.
    I’d massage moisturizers like pigs in a sty.

    This is a list of my frail human conditions.
    This bio-unit has a few more admissions.
    My heart feels its power over the past two years.
    I feel more sensitive when people come too near.

    The clockwise spiraling is hard on my body.
    My energy should not belong to anybody.
    I heal myself and others to make the world right.
    Love is unconditional like heavenly light.

    Revised on 07-17-2006 at 08:37AM…

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  • 20060317-Three Kinds

    Three kinds:
    Three of a Kind is played in a poker card game.
    The numerical rank if three cards are the same.
    The others are two pair and are not of the same.

    A couple creates a child that is numbered three.
    This is a good way start out a big family tree.
    This could make two people in love live happily.

    Street numbers starting with three is meant to behold.
    Three, thirty-three and three hundred were jobs of old.
    Three, nine, seven, nine is my new job I will hold.

    Three lighthouses:
    On February twenty-six, two-thousand and five,
    with flu-like symptoms: We were indoors and alive.
    It was in the afternoon with the time of four.
    A stranger by the name of ‘Frank’ knocked at our door.

    He had held out a plastic (RITE Pharmacy) bag.
    The contents came from his backyard. He did not brag.
    With a bag of two lemons and orange delights,
    his fresh picked offers were for one dollar outright.

    After I paid him my one dollar note, I saw
    three lighthouses in white on his beige cap in awe.
    After I sent him my mental ‘thank you,’ he slowly
    gave me a quick glance to his left as if holy.

    Three sails:
    One day was a clear blue sky with a warming sun.
    There was a tall old lady and her taller son.
    They were standing outside this church on one fine day.
    We passed casually in front of them both to pray.

    This white-haired lady kept looking at us beyond.
    I noticed from behind them they did not respond.
    “Do you want to help?” she asked of the ‘Maw’ or ‘Paw.’
    They both didn’t hear her and I thought that was bad.

    As we passed by, “I want to help,” I softly said.
    I saw a white baseball cap on top of her head.
    There in the middle patch were three white sailing ships.
    These were machine embroidered with colored thread strips.

    Three books:
    One day, I had this urging to donate my time.
    I encountered this website and ordered online.
    On December twenty-two, two-thousand and five,
    I opened the big package and felt truly alive.

    I read the biggest book first on that and the next day.
    I lay on my soft bed and turned each page that way.
    Angels in a Harsh World inspired this writer.
    Her simple, small world seemed to have gotten brighter.

    On the second day, I read about The Teaching.
    I then learned this was no ordinary preaching.
    On day three, I cried at the end of the last one.
    I learned of the gifts from The Significance of One.

    These events are people who serve as angels in disguise.
    My experiences are real and not some lies.
    I am blessed with this simple and truthful knowing.
    My poetry enlightens with each words flowing.

    Revised on 07-11-2006 at 04:35AM (with four mysterious examples)…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060316-Warm Hands

    My hands are beyond composing of love.
    These were blessed and sensitized from above.
    Some crystals tingle and hurt in my hands.
    They sting back too with its higher demands.

    There are some healers of old and new friends.
    They perform healing that always transcends.
    Their true love is inherited throughout.
    This has always been true without a doubt.

    The gifts of their warm hands will always heal.
    This holistic work would seem so surreal.
    This includes the healing of one’s aura.
    They connect with the flora and fauna.

    The tingling sensation was felt on my back.
    The seeing of colors is what I lack.
    I could see wispy gray and white trails mix
    behind moving cars as my eyes transfix.

    At three PM, I heard a bell ringing.
    He whistled a tune like a bird singing.
    He spoke a strange language unlike someone.
    Hands guide me back to the warmth of the sun.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 06:38PM…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060316-Left Wondering

    In the morn of February, oh five –
    I watched a cable new going on live.
    The left screen was a blond headed newsman.
    The right screen was a brunette haired woman.

    Their interview was on and my head was strong.
    I tried this technique to find if it’s wrong.
    The living room window was to my right.
    The sunlight filtering was very bright.

    I had good thoughts as I relaxed my mind.
    And I knew that good is all I would find.
    I recalled a photo with matte finish.
    The love in my heart would not diminish.

    The show was cut due to the surprises.
    The results destroyed her human guises
    as she looked at the camera ahead.
    Her big eyes rolled around inside her head.

    Uncontrolled blinking was softly spoken.
    Her stammered words were completely broken.
    Her left eye bugged out as quite amazing.
    Her eye looked like a crystal ball gazing.

    I was left wondering what this could mean
    after I saw what occurred on that screen.
    This fanciful newsworthy enjoyment
    meant I’m late for my full time employment.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 02:16AM…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060314-Burgers Singing

    At eight thirty five, my right ear hole rang tonight.
    I read an article about their cobalt blue.
    This means that better days coming is quite true;
    although my fellows no longer blog of their plights;

    There is no need to reveal by what one already scorns.
    Whatever action has been done or badly said.
    There is one faith that they cannot and will not tread.
    That true love is always there to remove old thorns.

    On March twenty-two of thousand three, my fate
    was a strange encounter while at a starry place.
    It was near railways and a dried up river space.
    At fourteen hundred and twenty minutes, I ate.

    Suddenly, my right ear hole rang loudly that day.
    I rubbed that ear hole to make the sound go away.

    There was a camera near the money giver.
    It was mounted near the top left of the bathrooms.
    I ate my big burger amidst greasy fumes.
    My last visit there was near the greasy river.

    He walked towards the bathroom slinking up from behind.
    He wore a long black overcoat below the knee.
    He hurriedly left without a goodbye to me.
    He wore no smile and had dark shades on like a blind.

    My right hole ringing reminded me of both
    stories but there is no jury to listen to my oath.

    Revised on 07-08-2006at 01:33AM  in an attempt at two sonnets…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060314-Falling Moon

    Stories:
    Fell both forward and backward on my wings.
    Landed twice on my back at work, it seems
    Helping hands helped without my full knowing.
    Thank them many times for always showing.

    Fell on roller skates up the stairs back east.
    Had flowers, cried for my mom at least.
    Fell on rear ends by granny one time.
    Fell from snowboard by me and mine.

    Fell while moving mattresses at our home.
    Faced into closing garage door of bone.
    Didn’t break my expensive eyeglasses.
    Stuck head with baseball in PE classes.

    Looked upward to the western orange sky.
    In October, oh five saw Ra’s right eye.
    Questioned what I saw but let out a sigh.
    Didn’t have camera as I drove by.

    Status:
    The snow has fallen, the rain is falling.
    The warm sunny days has been forestalling.
    The clouds above are whiter and fluffy.
    My small world spins and my nose gets stuffy.

    I read and learn and practice at slow pace.
    How does one overcome falling from grace?
    My strange dreams are vivid recently.
    I can’t fit in with much futility.

    Opinions matter as the likes of mine.
    I rant and rave for each and every time.
    Where do bloggers go? Who will ever show?
    I’ll ask tonight’s full moon maybe it knows.

    Tonight’s lunar eclipse, I expect the best.
    Everyone join hands once again in this test.
    Who will prevail without panic and mayhem?
    Raise good intentions with a great, Amen!

    Revised on 07-12-2006 07:11AM…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060311-Feeling Full

    Calmly I walk downstairs expecting the worse to happen after not attending a family function last night. All I got was calm and peace knowing whatever sacrifices I made didn’t matter. Everything didn’t seem to fit anymore the way that normally would on a fine cloudy and rainy morning.

    Last night upon return home from work on 05:30PM, I sang happy anniversary to the familiar tune of happy birthday. It was their anniversary and my birthday. And we all should have been happy. I told them I had eaten a big lunch and will take a nap before going out to dinner.

    Mysteriously, my energy started to diminish around 02:00PM after eating that sandwich as I sluggishly tried to work at my desk with half-opened eyes. As always in my diligent ways, I managed to finish the daily lockbox work from the bank and applied whatever cash receipt payments towards the customers’ accounts in our newly upgraded accounting system. I don’t like the way the system is set up but that’s typical of any company where nothing is ever perfect. I shut down my computers at work and carefully drove home.

    My system shut down around 06:00PM and did not fully recover until 07:30PM local times. My sleep was restless as I tossed and turned a bit before drifting to this state of half consciousness. I couldn’t move a muscle and didn’t know what was happening. I decided to let the sleepiness over come me. I decided to let my bio-units down.

    It was a time for celebrating and I imaged the four (my bio-units, Brat and Twit) were having fun without me. My lack of enthusiasm didn’t phase their enjoyment together. I’ve always been the extra body of any even numbered parties all this time. Couples were seen side by side; I watched alone.

    And there I was. I was alone again only this time on the comfort of my bed in the security of my bedroom. The logic was I had too much to eat during lunch worth over six dollars in cash. And I didn’t feel the need to sit at a dinner while others ate moderately expensive meals. I’d be sitting alone again for not participating in the feeding frenzy.

    I felt I’ve eaten enough for that one day. I felt’s I’ve had my fill of togetherness. I wanted to be left alone and apart from people that seems nice and friendly. They were not angry but calm, understanding and forgiving. Usually there would be loudness and proof of encouragement to get up and go outside to have fun. That time was a sign of discouragement that all is not well.

    I was filling myself up with every notion of escaping, of leaving a place of comfort and joy, of moving on to experience true freedom in friendship and of exploring different surroundings wherever true love and peace may be. I was seeking to leave everything I cherish behind – a home where parakeet friends and family live and laugh and a work where friends and strangers alike annoy and cajole.

    I am full of high hopes and great expectations. Finding other like myself and living in family units to understand my life’s purpose has been pointless. I have my family here and now but something else is missing and that is the void in my life.

    It’s not the having of the millions in assets, rearing of many children, nurturing of family members or showing off to friends and relatives. It’s not the temporary high of laughter from snorting milk through one’s nose or of glucose from eating carbohydrates like mounds of spaghetti drowned in marinara sauce. But it’s the responsibility of feeling fulfilled.

    I needed to be fulfilled. My basic needs have been met only if I behave to the norms set by society, which is to do as I am told so that people like me won’t get hurt now or in the future. I know something beyond me is waiting and I keep asking myself, “What’s next?” The vision is currently blurry but may have already found my calling which is to blog for fun.

    My small public that may reading this current blog know that there have been trials along the way for this past month. I’ve posted over forty blogs so far and have tried to imagine that all my readers have learned that my ranting and ravings are pretty much true to real life. I’ve made up some names to avoid hurting the ones I love but the essence of each blog is to shed some light to my public what could happen to anyone.

    Many things could happen to anyone. And that’s why I choose to blog my memoirs in this manner before I go flying off somewhere.

    Anyone has a story to tell and blogging everyday allows the writer to share the small world of a simple person. Story writing is creative. And once that creative aspect in a person’s being has been accessed, there is no stopping the ball from rolling. My mind would fly far off to discover all the beauty the universe could hold and then come back to report the many findings that have occurred in a par second.

    Nothing could ever been hidden from the eyes of the public. Only a caged hamster has a way of hiding its droppings. Everyone in the future may be able to read each others mind and when that happens no one could ever hide from the truth. Although my blogs may be revealing at times, that is me and my experiences no matter how subjective.

    If my readers have not yet been feeling the full effects of my beautiful stories by now, please continue to tune in to more of my funny blogging. I enjoy knowing there are still some fans of mine flying somewhere out there above this great big ball we call Earth.

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  • 20060311-Chocolate Chips

    Chocolate chips is best enjoyed in my desserts of vanilla or mocha ice cream drenched in hot fudge, of cookies melted and still hot from the oven and of granola bars all sticky and glued together with oats.

    Chocolate chips are dark, sugary and crunchy and it’s softer to bite down on every scrumptious morsels compared to the snack foods like nuts, chips and dips. I prefer chocolate chips over chocolate bars because it’s smaller and as satisfying when it melts in my mouth.

    These little delights have been my favorite comfort and serotonin producers all my life. They ease the times of being sad during romantic movies and miserable for not having company. And the reward is the small satisfaction of being filled from a sugar high. For I have also gained some fat cells singing praise of incoming tidings and some cavities hailing the widening holes in my teeth.

    Chocolate chips may look like dark droppings made by hamsters but its true form is revealed in the bitter sweet taste. That is what happened to my family units last night. Their reconciliation efforts with each other paid off. After having lowered themselves to baser emotions for too long, that night brought them closer together and raised the spiritual vibration back to normal. Whether this is due in part to my disappearance from their lives last night is but a piece of the puzzle that I cannot explain.

    My presence has been to listen and council the two opposing forces to the best of my abilities. These interventions also included my personal prayers to allow these forces to gain enough understanding of themselves and the clearing of the surrounding property with orgonite, ceremonial smudging and holy water, which I also sprinkled on Brat due to some gremlins making noises in the gutter outside his bedroom on 03-06-2006.

    After only five days, the results were clear. The good intentions of everyone uplifted their sensibilities and got them back on track. And the train is going forward for them all. There is no going back to their old selves.

    I know in my heart they have overcome this most recent and major obstacle at this point in time. Instead of ramming head onto the blockage that continued to harm them, both have merely found a way around. And that was how these two united.

    Brat understood that Maws anger is for his own good. With that primary affirmation, Maw promised to never get angry at him again. Her renewed strength has been described as the burden that flew upward (with both arms flung out and hands flared opened) and away from her shoulders. Her voice, once stifled with little air due to asthma, is much clearer and calmer now. Everyone at the dinner last night changed.

    I am truly thankful that somehow the bitter sweet relationship between Brat and Maw has always been the perfect lesson to me. I only wished that I could have been there to share the dark chocolate cake that came with the dinner last night. Unfortunately, the cake wasn’t made with my favorite chocolate chips.

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  • 20060310-In Conceivables

    A small hand held booklet had hurt in my hands and it was about abortion. The small Christian gift shop had many items to sell like rosary beads, statues of reverence and lots of media like cassettes, videos and books. I bought this little booklet and wanted to find out why people abort their unborn babies.

    As much as I recall, it talks about spiritual beings wanting to serve on earth with a choice to live as humans and start out their lives with bio-units. There are those who remember their past lives while others live in blissful amnesia to start over and make their current lifetime better.

    Some have been dismayed for not being able to fulfill their missions and may return in other forms in a later life as another bio-unit or relative. Abortion is considered a sin according to this Christian booklet and the cover showed an up close face of an angry person. Other organizations believe that abortion is justified if the mother’s health is in danger; the fetus has medical problems or has been conceived out of unwanted incidences.

    Today, I live not to dwell on my near death experience at birth (due to medical problems) but to celebrate my conception as a sovereign being born as a loving human and a funny blogger with novice writing skills. Today is my bio-unit’s 38th wedding anniversary. So this means Happy Birthday to me. For Asian, we give ourselves an extra year so this would make me 39. I need another year to join the forty something crowd.

    The blessed event occurred some thirty eight years ago when my parents made their vows to each other by getting married in St. Vincent de Paul Church on San Marcelino in the Philippines on March 10, 1968. There are some old newspaper clippings showing my parents smiling while each held in their hands two snow white doves. The newspaper clipping said that they would make their homes in Naples, Italy where Paw would have been stationed. Those times were truly innocent and happy moments.

    Their intentions to marry each other and raise bio-units together were made with love. Paw worked very hard and saved enough money (without the help from his siblings) to get married because Maw came from dirt poor bio-units. It’s inconceivable to think that nothing could result without love in the first place. They were in love then and still love each other much like older couples do in their special ways now. I am impressed with couples that stick together through tough times and stay married together for this long like my bio-units.

    Those who don’t stay long in any relationship are equally blessed for cherishing their new found freedom. They may not always come out of the old ones without some bitterness but once again there are always opportunities for the conception of love in many forms. From out of the old antiquated thinking of eternal marriage vows comes the birth of eternal spiritual families full of life and love, a new beginning.

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  • 20060310-Enuf Said

    Un oeuf is an egg. Enough is enough.
    Eggs become chicken. We need to grow up.
    We can stop these egg biters with our best.
    We can defeat them with Love in our nest.

    We will hold our hands of winged intent
    and shower golden auras as our strength.
    We will fly right into their cold hearts of stone.
    The predators and parasites will groan.

    We can say no more and can act some more.
    NOW we can raise earth’s light through open door.
    We can send harm back to the land beyond.
    NOW we can lock them up where they were spawned.

    We have heard your call and we have the shield.
    NOW we go forth with Love for our fate is sealed.

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  • 20060306-Working Mules

    Pack up the mules men, we are headed out. Poor mules have those heavy burdens to carry as part of the job and for the rest of their lives. There is pity and pain but the game is always the same. Work hard and harder until either the mules stop dead in their tracks or get replaced by its owners.

    Animals do not need to be used for our selfish purposes. That includes not only hard labor but for foodstuff. How would you like to see your babies traded and never to be seen again, not knowing if the butchers are there around the corner? Or worse yet, how would you like man’s best friend not at but on the dinner table with family member? (This is not a nice example but other countries find Fido as a delicacy).

    There is some weird feeling I get as I type this blog that though we cannot hear what the animals tell us, I sense they are hurt and betrayed. Our being evolved and more intelligent creatures than our animal counterparts should not allow or authorize us to think their silence as less than those who could speak our human language.

    This reflects how much more inhumane we all could be if we continue to feed off of those considered lower than ourselves. This is injustice not just to our animal friends but of us. And I am not happy right now.

    Working is good for the mind and keeps the body active. Working puts profit into both owners and workers alike so as to provide the basic necessities in life, such as food, clothing and shelter.

    Working hard together makes the world go round like its belly full of abundance that could be shared with the most impoverish nations. What goes round comes around, like stretch marks across the abdomen during and after pregnancy. And that is the law of return.

    Workers that love their jobs have found their piece of heaven and should stay forever until the entity ceases to exist. For most, workers need to work to survive. Mules, like us, work long hours without overtime and tend to sit at our desks during breaks and lunches.

    We may not burn out as fast as the real mules that are exposed to the hot baking sun. But the frustration level is always there. There are times when some need a vacation but cannot afford to get a real one because of family issues at home. And home is where the heart is, right?

    Wouldn’t that be nice to work from home and still earn some extra cash for whatever purposes while watching television and the kids at the same time? That’s ideal for those who can’t stand being a team member with other struggling mules.

    So why be frustrated in the first place? Working, like our mule example, seems like a good deal since we get compensated along with free meals. It’s because no one seems to listen to the complaints and does anything about the festering wounds received from neglect and lack of care.

    My understanding has always been that the ‘hardly reliable’ people are sympathetic to the needs of its workers and want only improvements to be implemented in order to retain only the best employees.

    I found out that us workers are not always in the best interest of any company and may have been blacklisted for being too honest and too caring about the problems of working for this company. I always thought we work with any company. This is false because any worker is replaceable.

    For example, if I continued to complain about all the annoying issues that I could ever report to the ‘hardly reliable’ people, the company could have me removed and fired for being a troublemaker. But firing only burdens the agency paying the unemployed and sure doesn’t make the image of the employer any better.

    So there is the other option but to “stay the course” and enjoy the ambiance of the place and only hope to be provided other resources to make me happy. I’m a senior among other seniors and my presence is essential to keep the daily activities flowing well for the company as a whole.

    But we all know that in exchange for something better there are bound to be some things more messed up prior to the original complaints. (Who knows what these ‘hardly reliable’ people could cook up for each time an improvement is needed?)

    Their tactic is to get the person frustrated so the employee could complain some more and possibly leave and never return. I’ve heard this happen from other people and experienced frustrations at the places I work where the processes are done the hard and long ways.

    That is what happened to this guy at work. ‘Joe’ made all sorts of disruptions in unwanted verbal rampages in and around our department that he had to be escorted by others to make sure he didn’t explode and hurt someone. Now, this went on for, say, about a month and I find this behavior quite disturbing. (I wonder how elementary teachers handle their unruly students).

    I don’t know if anyone reported him to the ‘hardly reliable’ people but he left the company today and yelled, “I quit! Have a good life!” to Tsete Dung,’ a contractor who sitting at her accounting desk as I passed by between both parties. (As a side note, I assume that these two bug-eyed beings communicate their ‘love’ in a louder than normal manner.)

    I guess he wanted me to take a hint and do the same. (I snicker silently to myself and muse: In time, you hard-working fools, my turn is next. I know this is true.) He’s nuts and I’m glad that loser left this company. (I get overprotective of any company that feeds me and like a dog would chew off any hand that hurts master, get it?)

    But what happens to our poor mules? Doesn’t anyone care about our wards in the garden of this world? We should perhaps take a closer look at ourselves and determine how we are treating each other at the same intelligence level.

    Somehow, I want to paint a better and brighter picture full of positive possibilites but still feel dismayed at the slow progress. I see some slight improvements over the eons and notice that there is still a chance that the ones that were seemingly left behind the scenes are now coming forth to show that they too have a voice in this noise as one.

    Perhaps, we all should hold hands and raise the vibration levels up a notch or two. Then we will see how everything goes. Maybe later we could understand what the plant and mineral kingdoms have to say in all this grand scheme of things. What’s that you say? You can feel? Oh, my!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved. (more…)

  • 20060306-Noisy Walnuts

    The gutter is making noise outside the bedroom of Brat. And he wakes me up at 04:00AM. He wanted to go outside and unclog the noisy gutter. He then proceeded to head downstairs to wake the bio-units from sleep, only to decide later on he better not work on the roof without sufficient daylight.

    If only he moved his bed away from against that one wall, he not only reduces the repeated dripping sound from the gutter but he also complies with the feng shui arrangement for a bedroom. I’ve told him to try sleeping in the unoccupied guest room but he went back to sleep in his own bedroom.

    I suspect the squirrels have been stuffing their walnuts down the gutters again and causing the backup of leaves and debris that makes for these rhythmic poundings against the psyche of Brat. I love squirrels and watching them play in our backyard makes a short moment of simple pleasure.

    They would skitter along the top of our wooden fence, climb stealthily down the post and flick their tails back and forth to test both air and the various plants in their containers, which either hang up in our fruit trees or sit down on cement below or on structure holding the orchids of Maw.

    They would dig their noses here and there and find their cache of food, which are those walnuts again. The patches of holes in the lawn and the scattered dirt on the ground are clear signs that the squirrels have been digging in and around our backyard to store their foodstuff.

    There is no winning the battles against nature. Squirrels are no doubt the cutest and hardiest rodents I’ve seen that have learned to adapt to the outdoor conditions of our backyard.

    Either Paw or I would fill the miniature bird bath with fresh tap water: dragging the garden hose, spraying down the residue left over from birds swimming earlier and waiting for our outdoor friends.

    The squirrels drink from this birdbath while small brown birds bathe, jumping and shaking feathers and splashing altogether with as many as a dozen at one time until the bigger blue jays come swooping down to claim fair share of water.

    All we need are those friendly, bushy-tailed, beady-eyed little squirrels to disseminate their little gifts of tasty walnuts at those electronic trees that do no justice to the aesthetics our neighbors.

    And the walnuts that didn’t have the chance to grow would become tall trees for other little walnuts that once clog up our gutters. Maybe then Brat will be able to sleep well at nights knowing these little gifting critters have done their jobs well for all of us.

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