Another Cat Came By
The theme park, Sahara on Rocheblave, is coming along nicely and is already a big hit with neighborhood cats, who are back on the prowl now that the latest pack of dogs has either moved on or been captured. I speak of the vacant Pentecostal lot next door to me, with its hauled-in sandy coating, through which the broken oyster shells (part of the land-fill mix of long ago) have risen and now dot the site with their whiteness. And giant weed clusters have emerged and tower several feet above every other thing. And some little webbing of scattered Bermuda grass seed has sprouted and really for the most part the site looks pretty much post-apocalyptic.
Ok, for real, tomorrow, Thursday, I’m getting the stitches out of my face. The story of how it happened never got any better and even in its most shortened version I could never get the last word out before the eyes of my audience would glaze over.
Yesterday two hours before dusk I’m looking outside and notice an unfamiliar cat digging in the sand next door. I’m not talking about a little scratch n’ squat plot but a real all the way to China kind of deal, and I’m thinking boy oh boy this cat must really eat well. But he gets spooked by something and runs across the street, leaving a hole in the sand as big as his head. Today it rained hard and the hole filled up with water and a migrating bird shat a seed that sprouted a little palm tree. Within minutes a whole family of chameleon lizards were lounging on miniature beach chairs and were being served silly coconut shell drinks by those giant flying cockroaches who were literally hovering over the scene.
It wasn’t long, just before dusk I think, when foreign speaking tourists arrived. Who did battle with the locals, and lost. A contingent of hippies saw opportunity and moved in. They faired somewhat better but ultimately lost faith in the Pentecostal vision of Sahara on Rocheblave. They too moved on.
I hope those fighter jets shrieking overhead are part of a practicing air show. There should be an air show in town, right?
The sun came out, the hole dried up, the palm sprout blew away, and with it all residential interest. One day another cat came by...
Do you think the cabbage lady will still flirt when the stitches are out?
I hear the babes go for the aqualine proboscis. But the story is a bit weak. I've got one word: embellishment.
Robért's may not have the international reputation of SF's Marina District Safeway, but it seems like a reasonable meet market, especially the pre-cooked section. "My, that's a lovely thigh you have there."
Hey, I shoplifted from that Safeway in my early on the road days, 78 or 79.
Read an article about a lifer in Angola yesterday. Thought about the Treme.
We're losing kids in Iraq and New Orleans at about the same pace. Just to put it into perspective. And I have it on good authority that they're both militarily insignificant rates of attrition.
Do you see the kids much? Is Dumaine a-buzz with a dozen restless adolescents? Has the serious summer heat settled in yet?
..."militarily insignificant rates of attrition," you've been hanging out with that Donnie Rumsfeld kid again haven't you? He recently made the analogy that in Iraq losing a soldier or so a day is no big deal because it's not that different than murder rates in any big American city. Yeah, DR, that's exactly why it's no big deal.
And no, to my detriment, I don't see the kids much. Heat is here, but so is rain.
Hey! All you 2003 versions of yourselves. The Dame Barbara Cartland stuff is hilarious. I'm enjoying the time travel too.
Are you sure you wanted more females reading this, you really should have known that we'd be laughing.
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The theme park, Sahara on Rocheblave, is coming along nicely and is already a big hit with neighborhood cats, who are back on the prowl now that the latest pack of dogs has either moved on or been captured. I speak of the vacant Pentecostal lot next door to me, with its hauled-in sandy coating, through which the broken oyster shells (part of the land-fill mix of long ago) have risen and now dot the site with their whiteness. And giant weed clusters have emerged and tower several feet above every other thing. And some little webbing of scattered Bermuda grass seed has sprouted and really for the most part the site looks pretty much post-apocalyptic.
Ok, for real, tomorrow, Thursday, I’m getting the stitches out of my face. The story of how it happened never got any better and even in its most shortened version I could never get the last word out before the eyes of my audience would glaze over.
Yesterday two hours before dusk I’m looking outside and notice an unfamiliar cat digging in the sand next door. I’m not talking about a little scratch n’ squat plot but a real all the way to China kind of deal, and I’m thinking boy oh boy this cat must really eat well. But he gets spooked by something and runs across the street, leaving a hole in the sand as big as his head. Today it rained hard and the hole filled up with water and a migrating bird shat a seed that sprouted a little palm tree. Within minutes a whole family of chameleon lizards were lounging on miniature beach chairs and were being served silly coconut shell drinks by those giant flying cockroaches who were literally hovering over the scene.
It wasn’t long, just before dusk I think, when foreign speaking tourists arrived. Who did battle with the locals, and lost. A contingent of hippies saw opportunity and moved in. They faired somewhat better but ultimately lost faith in the Pentecostal vision of Sahara on Rocheblave. They too moved on.
I hope those fighter jets shrieking overhead are part of a practicing air show. There should be an air show in town, right?
The sun came out, the hole dried up, the palm sprout blew away, and with it all residential interest. One day another cat came by...
- jimlouis 6-12-2003 6:24 am
Do you think the cabbage lady will still flirt when the stitches are out?
- steve 6-12-2003 6:37 pm [1 comment]
I hear the babes go for the aqualine proboscis. But the story is a bit weak. I've got one word: embellishment.
Robért's may not have the international reputation of SF's Marina District Safeway, but it seems like a reasonable meet market, especially the pre-cooked section. "My, that's a lovely thigh you have there."
- mark 6-12-2003 11:36 pm [add a comment]
Hey, I shoplifted from that Safeway in my early on the road days, 78 or 79.
- jimlouis 6-13-2003 3:00 pm [add a comment]
Read an article about a lifer in Angola yesterday. Thought about the Treme.
We're losing kids in Iraq and New Orleans at about the same pace. Just to put it into perspective. And I have it on good authority that they're both militarily insignificant rates of attrition.
Do you see the kids much? Is Dumaine a-buzz with a dozen restless adolescents? Has the serious summer heat settled in yet?
- mark 6-21-2003 8:25 am [1 comment]
..."militarily insignificant rates of attrition," you've been hanging out with that Donnie Rumsfeld kid again haven't you? He recently made the analogy that in Iraq losing a soldier or so a day is no big deal because it's not that different than murder rates in any big American city. Yeah, DR, that's exactly why it's no big deal.
And no, to my detriment, I don't see the kids much. Heat is here, but so is rain.
- jimlouis 6-22-2003 6:16 pm [add a comment]
Hey! All you 2003 versions of yourselves. The Dame Barbara Cartland stuff is hilarious. I'm enjoying the time travel too.
Are you sure you wanted more females reading this, you really should have known that we'd be laughing.
- L.M. 7-20-2006 10:57 pm [add a comment]