Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: weather

  • 20060310-Winds Hush

    The wind is blowing outside and I see snow on the hills of Mt. Hamilton, CA. I have taken a picture and will upload this one after having dinner tonite with my parental units, whose 38th wedding anniversary marks another year of my existence on this earth plane.

    My blogs, like myself, exist to share what wisdom and knowledge I may have acquired along the way. There seems to be chasing of the wind in all this futile effort of blogging and I’m left wondering if hanging to every thought, word, action and deed would make sense to those who seek to define their realities through mine as I struggle to define my realities through my readers.

    Sharing information is useful as a tool for coaching one’s path in life. These blogs have paved a way for me to show how limited the words I could use to describe exactly what could possibly happen in moment in time. Silence may be an option to exercise. (And I don’t mean selling my company stock options which is currently worth three times its value now).

    The wind continues to blow outside and is heard through the rustling of leave on ground and in trees; through the howling of the vinyl windows and through my ear holes and it passes the locks of raven black hair past my shoulder blades. I put my hair up in a scrunchy hair band of dark blue to match it darkness as it cascades around and downward like waterfall mists spraying its tendrils into the moonlight of an island beyond.

    Wind is really noiseless and doesn’t have voice. I try and listen to what the wind says, “Hush.” This is what I hear. There is nothing but my own heart beating and being in perfect tune to the love frequency of the universe. I look through me, with me and become only the truth in me. I meditate everyday of myself and these fall on deaf ears. Silence is golden.

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

  • 20060309-Not Annoying

    Dark heavy rain clouds of gray and black colors started brewing over Mt. Hamilton when I left work tonight at 17:00PM Pacific Time. The rain has not yet fallen as I came home around 17:30PM Pacific Time.

    I saw lots of white specks of flying objects against these huge purple masses of puff. These birds are too far away to been seen by me as I drove home in my Mustang. These are birds, perhaps seagulls, and they ride the cold air.

    The definite smell of rain was in the air. And later about and hour or so, the rain fell. Here is my take on how anything unusual or out of the ordinary in my reality should not be so annoying. These events are real and are in no particular order. And action!

    Road Warriors-Take One:

    Blue station wagon: The only unusual sight tonight was this broken down blue station wagon without at least one hubcap that didn’t belong to my neighborhood. The driver was fat and was driving very slowly past a cul-de-sac. I had to go around to its left to avoid hitting that car because I thought the car was not working properly. Then after two minutes from getting out of my car to stepping indoors to my home, he sped off fast in the opposite direction towards the railway intersection.

    Light tan van: Last weekend, I saw a light tan colored van parked at that yellow fire hydrant and with a guy holding up his camera from the driver seat. He was about to take my picture from my second story bedroom window but I smiled to him, closed the blinds and mentally said, ‘No, Thank you.’ He sped off fast towards the railway intersection.

    Small white car: This occurred on 11-24-2004 at 08:00AM. There was one small white car with a white man wearing sunglasses and sitting inside while reading a newspaper. Brat and I were about to leave for work in the morning. So I ran upstairs to grab my camera and noticed from my bedroom window upstairs that he tilted his head ever so slightly to his left in a kind of sideways fashion as if listening. I went outdoors to take a closer look but didn’t take a quick picture of his license plate holder with the word Oakland written on top. He sped off fast northbound after Brat opened up the automatic garage door.

    Various: Dramas viewed from inside our house occur such as: lovers fighting and brawling loudly at the same intersection; domestic disputes across and next door to us; the big red fire engine sounding off a celebration of someone’s birthday (right after the September event years ago; parked cars with people inside looking at kids play (sickos) or watching other peoples’ houses (weirdos); big trailer rigs being moved every 48 hours along different parts of this stretch of road; numerous cars going in and out of this other cul-de-sac for over ten years now and accidents occurring as we look outside from our windows in amazement.

    Noisy ones: Strange vehicles seem to want to make their mark in the world by making circles with their on my road during full moons. I saw one that drove a blue car and he looked Asian. Others are the artistic vehicles, such as cycles, riders and rockets, are museum quality and should be presented at those shiny car shows.

    Sitting ducks: People inside their vehicles would park along my normal or other routes to work. They would pull out from their original position immediately leaving dust in their wake or slowly after my passing approximately one block away. They would follow not too far behind me, of course. I change lanes; they change lanes. They tailgate; I brake somewhat hard. It’s like a cat and mouse game. And I still wonder why they do that to me.

    Other ducks: Workers on the road provide clear signals as I pass by their location. They’d flash their oranges services lights, blink their intention to move into faster moving traffic or eve put out their orange construction cones on the road. This would be fun to image that I’m popular without having to try. Maybe my Mustang is bugged over and needs a good car wash soon.

    Air Waves-Part Two:

    Jet planes: Jet planes are flying over way in the distance somewhere is heard and has been going on for the past fifteen minutes now. The lions roar from these engines is very distinct. These military activities happen when there are dark rain clouds above. I do not know why they would practice at night. And I’m not aware of any air show. They stopped their fly-bys around 07:47PM Pacific Time.

    Passenger planes: Passenger planes operate almost directly overhead everyday. The closed windows provide some relief against the noise. SJC currently has noise-based curfew hours from 23:00PM to 07:00PM Pacific Time (for FAR 36 Stage II aircraft). This noise reduction curfew is good for the sake of both sleeping residents indoors and denizens outdoors.

    Light Planes: Light planes operate almost everyday. These would fly over rain clouds and the distinct smell of metal would linger in the air. The humming noise of light planes reminds me of the Malathion spraying done by these planes over our neighborhood and other places during that fruit fly epidemic back in the 1980’s. That’s when these mysterious flu-like symptoms started appearing.

    Helicopters: Flying black helicopters appear occasionally. The rotary noise is distracting but the new models could switch to silent mode. Sometimes these copters would hover over our house or pause about a block away. Usually these would fly around the neighborhood with their search lights at night looking for whatever or whoever was below the area.

    Helicopter lights: Sometimes helicopters would acknowledge my location by flashing their bright light in my direction (without blinding me, of course). But I don’t recall getting their attention by jumping up and down in foolish excitement outdoors or by waving to them from our windows.

    Passing By-Part Three:

    Spare change: During our first few years here, we had a person come to our door asking for help and didn’t know what to do. I think he was lost too. It was daylight. My bio-units gave him some change and he was never seen again.

    Two thugs: Brat and I were young and playing at night in the living room. Then all of the sudden we heard the doorknob rattle and some knocking. We stopped knowing Maw won’t be home until later past midnight. I looked out the window and to the right saw two white men in beards. I was scared and called Maw at work. Brat stuck his tongue out at them as I made the call. She called the neighbor and they came over. The two men were never seen again.

    Smoking guy: Years ago-almost twice, I noticed this one guy walking towards the railway intersection. Each time he would light up his cigarette under this now blinking on and off streetlight next to the house across from us. The second time was at 03:00AM Pacific Time and this time there was a dog walking with him. I stopped to look down from the top of the stairways out the window and he looked up after successfully he lit that cigarette. The lights were off from inside the house because that is the only way I could see clearly outside into the darkness without the three light bulbs from the ceiling reflecting back from the upstairs window. There was no way he could have noticed as I stared from up there. He was never seen again.

    Lost lady: A few years ago, there was this brunette-haired lady. It was daylight. My bio-units came home and had the garage door open. Maw came inside to the kitchen after talking to the lady and told me the lady was lost and the bus didn’t arrive. The nearest bus stop that I know at that time was a good fifteen minute walk. Maw said that the lady needed a taxi cab; so I call one and told the operator that this lady walked a quarter mile and ended up asking us for help. We waited for the cab. I “waved” my right hand at her and she seemed to have buckled forward as if she was about to fall. She got in the cab and was never seen again.

    Epilogue:

    I feel like a mother hen roosting on her nest of eggs as she watches out for any possible sign of potential danger in and around her neighborhood. Being a neighbor is a responsibility and called the emergency a few times when I could have called the information line instead. I get annoyed at myself for not knowing how to better handle situations that don’t always happen. It’s not so annoying though knowing we as helpers are always watching each other and the neighborhoods we live.

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  • 20060227-Say No!

    The final answer of No! is my blog for today. My big brain and fragile mind cannot handle the overwhelming disinformation.

    I say No! To media driven, fear mongering, visually laden programming from a bunch of overpaid hoot nannies broadcaster via our airwaves and radio waves.

    The weather is cold, cloudy and rainy outside now and overall color is gray.

    I say No! To weather that is controlled unnaturally by HAARP and similar weird devices.

    My feeling is not to working today and don’t feel I’m being paid enough for my efforts.

    I say No! to working hard for nothing and earning cold hard cash that flushes down the royal throne we call the toilet, which could now use bidets for cleaner behinds.

    Toilet habits are mundane and unnecessary to discuss especially to my public.

    I say No! to the usage of toilets, the fluoride or fluorine contained in mouthwashes and toothpastes or to the natural bodily function of pooping.

    No more delays and betrayal of trusts are warranted. I only trust myself and no one else anymore.

    I say No! to traitors of my heart. They have been too cunning and scheming in persuading the unwary individuals involved.

    Certain people should pay for deceiving me.

    I say No! to wheelers and dealers behind closed doors too. They have been too secretive and not forthcoming with their activities.

    My help is more than enough already.

    I say No! to creditors with exorbitant interest rates on loans that could kill us poor folks, parasites that drain our energies, beggars that should know better about working menial jobs at least, predators that chomp on the necks for nourishment and suckers that give false hopes, the worse of the kind.

    Yesterday, my dream worlds were composed in the shortest amount of words that I could remember.

    I say No! to burning out (or smoking the kinds of stuff that burn your brains or balls, if you are of the male species).

    Nothing could keep this person more preoccupied than to tirelessly sit on her behind to accomplish pieces of her wee little history via online blogging.

    I say No! to tiredness of body and mind and pieces of drivel that are too long.

    Too many people think about who or what I AM.

    I say No! to slanderers, hearsay-ers and gossipers that bear false witness against me, myself and I (and any neighbors that happen to get in the way for all I care).

    Trying to prove any intelligence in blogging is not my goal. My writing skills are in the novice stage.

    I say No! to intelligent geniuses, well educated in universities, well-versed kinds of messengers and reporters.

    My freedom to communicate is being practiced everyday and is being read by what’s left of my public in what I perceive as real and in my reality.

    I say No! to freedom ringers (ding! ding!), truth seekers and crusaders beyond the third dimensional thinkers.

    There is the opposition to freedom.

    I say No! to slave drivers, control freaks and sharp shooters aimed at innocent people to be stilled into silence.

    War is nonsense. Ego is nonsense. Any propaganda to promote violence is nonsense.

    I say No! to war to fuel the egos of these global elites and via the media broadcasters.

    Governments or religious organizations in any way, shape or form are too many.

    I say No! to mechanisms installed by smart ones that don’t always work for everyone.

    You may say No! to anything that doesn’t click with being true to yourselves.
    You may say No! to everyone you don’t like or could care less to like.

    You may, however, say Yes! to love, kindness and compassion.
    You may also say Yes! to hope and a better future.
    You may yet be saved with your generous donations too.
    Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

    I say No! to interjections that could make me throw up, which I did one time outside our church when I was cramping one Sunday morning.

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  • 20060223-Egghead Blogging

    Good morning again and rise and shine ahead of the Sun, which has not yet appeared from behind the hills of Mt. Hamilton, CA. I feel a bit tired and want to crawl back into bed and try to recover my missing hours of beauty rest from blogging earlier this morning.

    After a week of blogging, I realize that I could only be human with simple pleasures and simple expectations in this life time. Perhaps, if I try much harder and with sheer will power, I could pursue more divine endeavours.

    Wouldn’t that be a grand idea? To find oneself in this great but fragile world of ours we call home amongst some other six billion souls?

    I would like to get past this stage of seed, the feeling of being an unhatched egg. Or have I already broken out of my confines of self imprisonment? I think I have more self assessment to dwell upon.

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  • 20060220-Well Being

    Eating and resting the body well does rejuvenate the spirit. I don’t know how many times I’ve been told to eat well and stop polluting my body. But do I ever listen to my own body, let along others who take notice of me?

    I’ve been reading articles on how to detoxify the body and cleanse the liver. I’ve put on these extra pounds (thanks to my good eating from Maw’s cooking and lack of good exercise) and those are now located in my thighs and buttocks.

    These past few weeks I now have this very hot, red dry skin that leads to rashes and such. It’s annoying but I have been hydrating with plenty of liquid, which happens to be my daily coffee habit and bottled waters, along with juice of orange or lemon found in the refrigerator at home. I tried taking hot showers, use strong soaps and scrub the affected areas with pumice stone but to no avail.

    Frequent rests and sleep are something that I do well without practice. I’ve noticed that when I eat too much carbohydrate I tend to get sleepy as the blood from my brain leaves to digest food below. Or if I get those occasional energy drains from unknown sources, I get sleepy and have to lie down.

    So this day my window was wide open and that crisp, clean air billowed into my bedroom and allowed for the almost entire day of rest. How does she do it? It’s easy when there is no distraction or care in the world for this very spoiled brat, which I am.

    So it’s up to my big brain to start the computer programming of living well and being kinder to myself.

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