Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • 20060427-Blue Days

    ‘The weather is great. I love this weather!’ ‘Squirrel-Ling’ exclaimed as he came into the house to unload his bicycle from his black Mustang. He usually bikes to work, which is about fifteen minutes away. But since he will move (whenever) into his new house, he could opt walking to work at the same amount of time.

    I was playing ‘bite the balsam’ wood with two parakeets, Yeyo and Fat Budgie. At the same time, I heard a positive response from him in a long time. The mostly gray clouds and unseasonal rain for the beginning of 2006 has been replaced with another fine day of clear blue skies, very little signs of clouds and brown smog sticking over the horizon.

    I would rather hear grumpy people making happy noises than happy people making grumpy noises. ‘Squirrel-Ling’ is a happy person and his baby pictures shows him smiling and his aura is of no ill will. People like him as I mentioned in my previous blogs and seem very attracted to this handsome ‘Squirrel-Ling.’ 

    Blue days are always relaxing and calming. The Sun overhead was not that hot but felt lots of heat penetrating my big shiny forehead. My sneakers are at home and I should remember to bring them for walking outside on blue days like this.

    Today, I managed to take a walk with a couple of co-workers for lunch. At least I did not overheat underneath my black vest with a high collar or sweat too much to stink up the cubicles at work like some people do after they work out at the company gym downstairs AND without taking a shower.

    We bought the $7.00 special, which included a baked, teriyaki salmon on top of cabbage salad with medium hard breadstick. I think we wasted half our money on the pretty plastic, hexagonal shaped container with a hinge and on the fact that the salmon was only six by three inches. Moreover, I do not like cabbage this raw or uncooked and prefer this boiled as part of soup.

    I wanted to drive home with both my windows rolled down but had to rolled them back up because of my more sensitive hearing. For the brief moments of enjoying the beautiful scene of nicely manicured business parks of flowering blossoms on tall green trees lining my path towards home, I took long breaths of the crispy cool air and daydreamed of more days of blue skies.

    The red firetruck of the SJFD blared it siren towards the railway intersection from my road at 06:33PM. Earlier on my way home, a white SN truck blared its siren opposite from the soccor field and I almost stopped in the middle of the intersection to avoid it and the car to my right in order to pull off the side.

    Anyway, I shall continue with my stories. There is no need to feel fearful or intimidate by the actions of recent activites from police people intercepting the speeding motorists or the fire folks stopping the congested traffic.

    My awareness of beauty from within myself as I program my brain for positive thinking and raise my spirit for perfect harmony has been reflected both yesterday and today in the form of blue skies, fresh air and happy people.

    I have decided to concentrate on bringing warmth from the Sun back to us after the long wet weather. We could use some heat to dry off, especially of soaked feathers from the outdoor birds. Both days did not leave me drained of precious energy as I continued to work indoors.

    Other aware people are encouraged to be more in tune with nature and together we could raise the vibration of the planet to its rightful place among the stars where goodness prevails. Everyone could take on personal efforts to make anything possible at given anytime.

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

  • 20060412-Red Bouquet

    The sleepiness of red wine is in my big brain.
    The alcohol does not stop my heart aches and joint pain.
    Somewhere beneath my baggy eyes there is a dream.
    My past memories are but a vast empty stream.

    Chocolate chip cookies helped to wash the nasty taste down.
    This is not close to painting of red around town.
    My response time is more unfocused and slower.
    This blog is difficult as my eyelids lower.

    Being drunk is not good and not a bit longer.
    My spirit is soaring and feeling much stronger.
    The wine in Styrofoam cup gave me this feeling.
    We bade farewell to ‘Crys’, while my head was reeling.

    This fine blog is a joke and a moral for all.
    The fun with others is during a party call.
    My empty stomach and hunger late in the day
    made me forget the effects of this red bouquet.

    Revised on 07-10-2006 at 09:33PM…

    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.

  • 20060303-Snowy Snowballs

    There is snow upon the hilltops of Mt. Hamilton, CA. Views from my work high up here will be uploaded into this profile at home later on tonight. The weather has been quite cold a few days now and rain has been sporadic the whole week. The snow provides my eye candy relief from working too hard.

    At least my gray colored Mustang has a nice bath to rinse off the dirt and grime. This saves me money instead of spending some 20.00USD at the local car wash and reduces the damages of my tires from being dragged along the conveyor belt and my paint from being chipped by high powered spraying and drying.

    Snow up on the eastern hills of the Bay Area was a rare event today. Last month was the first snow for this time of the year. So today everyone at work had a second chance of looking out the window and watching the snow falling around our building for about three minutes starting around 4:50PM.

    Image source: IMG_0425 taken on 3/3/2006 5:02:31 PM via Canon PowerShot A610 camera.
    An upclose photo of snowballs within the tanbarks at the base of tree.

    At 05:00PM I took some outdoor snapshots of flowers, plants and the general surrounding area near our building. As I drove home on my usual route, I noticed that there was no other snow in sight except for where I work! To me this means something out of the ordinary because it’s almost like we are reminded there is beauty in the simple snowballs that fell on the ground today. The sizes are quite round and as large as, say, one’s pinkie toe nail.

    Image source: IMG_0424 taken on 3/3/2006 5:01:58 PM via Canon PowerShot A610 camera.
    An upclose photo of snowballs within the brown gravels at the base of a tree.

    During my childhood my family and I lived in Norfolk, Virginia where Paw was stationed. That is snow country and every winter we would play in the snow. I do not remember much from those days but try to imagine I was once there with the old photos that Paw took of the family.

    Paw was the photographer in the family during those days and owed a Canon camera with manual focusing. That camera no longer works and I have inherited Paws passion to take photos recently with my new digital Canon Power Shot A610 that was bought on 11-18-2005 at Moffett Field. This camera has all the features a novice photographer like me could have, including the ability to take movies.

    Snow and cold temperature have been my bane during my childhood. I would get colds every winter and take grape flavored cough medicine administered with love by Maw. Trips to the doctors and antibiotics were all too familiar as I fought bouts of ear, nose and throat infections. I hated going to the doctor. I hated getting sick all the time.

    The worse was having my tonsils and adenoids removed. I remembered crying at home prior to going to the doctor as I hid underneath what is now an antique Singer sewing machine with still moving parts and wooden legs. Maw uses this Singer to this day.

    My hysterical crying continued at the lobby hospital when a nice lady tried to distract me by having me read whatever she held up. I couldn’t read then.

    I starved later on the night prior to surgery because this blond girl who shared my hospital room convinced me not to eat much of my dinner.

    I still remembered being quite afraid as I looked up into the white covered faces of what seemed about a dozen people looking down at me. I waited on the operating table for the gas to put me to sleep and was told to inhale deeply. I complied still fearfully as I fought the sleepiness by trying to keep my heavy eyelids open. I lost the battle to stay conscious.

    The sore throat was annoying as I recovered a few days in the hospital all the while looking for Maw. Ice cream was cold and soothing to the throat and reminded me of snow. I missed the snow and wanted to go home.

    But what I remember most was the fun I had playing in the snow. Both Brat and I would get stuffed into these polyester filled jackets, wear cotton lined gloves, rubber shoes and itchy acrylic, ski-like masks that only allowed the eyes to peer out from beneath to a winter wonderland outside. We couldn’t move much with the bundled tightness of our snow outfits.

    Then both us kids headed out and played in the snow. We didn’t know how to make a snowman. We saw two teenagers next door to us finishing off the head of their snowman. But the only thing Brat and I accomplished was piling up mounds of snow in the same place and never truly got anywhere. We were disappointed that our Frosty the Snowman never came to life.

    Snow brings out the child in us. We play and frolic among the white powdery crunch underneath us and eat the stuff falling from the sky. Coldness is replaced by warm chocolate milk sprinkled with toasted marshmallows floating on the top as we hold our mugs to our noses. Snow is formed from the quick freezing temperatures of raindrops falling from the clouds above towards earth below.

    The times of witnessing these rare events of snow in a climate meant for warm weather and sunny days make me wonder if the earth is really cooling off instead going through this global warming due to depletion of the ozone layer of earth’s atmosphere. I don’t know if the earth is tilting in a different direction that makes for these snowy days either. Whatever allows the hilltops to become covered with snow, I am still humbled knowing that all is well in its own sweet, snowy beauty.

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  • 20060227-Gray There

    I see gray clouds up above yesterday and the whole of today. It’s 07:33PM.

    The cats and dogs are pouring their tears as heavily upon rooftops, treetops and mop tops of old hairstyles and everywhere the sounds of washing cars establishments beating on windshields wiping faster than flags waving for Indy cars towards the finish line.

    There is freedom from the transmission devices digging into skin of scalp and hiding where only daredevils roam freely in circles. Pluck!

    The feeling becomes soothing and sleepy in my hands; the root herewith being less itchy and hairy in my palms as I hold to light shining and shiny yet through to show lifelessness, stillness and laughing at the strand.

    I am free and am no longer slave to wandering nails etching railroad tracks to unknown forestation thick and deep. Dark are the colors above as I sleep while it makes noise of squealing delights to once existence on top.

    Now, no longer buzzing in annoyance but in garbage among balls matted or in water flushed towards birthing into ocean wide and blue, deeper until returning with others for the attack and more and more to roam in circles.

    Mirror, mirror where are they? They they are but not in hay as yellow. But in reflections beyond blurry eyesight did I see. Hurry, more are more coming forward with the urge to raise sheaves and harvest that gray there.

    Over there! It’s lost and cannot be found. I miss again from lack of strength to raise arms higher. I see it! Pluck!

    There is relief at last and more to go. I’m afraid where only gray hairs grow.

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