I have invited you to let me tell you about Tom, my amazing friend of the feline specie. Love for the feline specie comes from the story of Peter Rabbit and Mr. Mcgregor wherein the white tabby is grooming herself by a pool of water. Later I collected insects and rocks growing up to becoming a chemist with a major oil company and later a college chemistry instruc-tor. Moving to other cities, family, etc. I lost contact with that field. Among other things, I have performed as a singer, speaker, museum docent, book recorder, newspaper reader for the blind; worked to establish a lighting business and got a mas-ters degree in radio/tv production and performance. My latest work is writing popular fiction, novels. I will try to entertain with stories about Tom and what I've learned about cats.


This is for all of you who love cats, who live with one, or more,. It is also for those of you who value friendship and enjoy the company of others. I welcome you into my life, about my cat and me. It may be we have other like interests and special loves than cats and friendship, be-cause I like to share, at times, some special insights, or some degree of enlightenment that may spring upon me. So, please join me for a little part of your day.

Monday, April 3, 2017

The Weeds and Me

Cool days.  Warm days.  The weeds love all kinds of weather and flourish in my yard.  I cleaned the front yard early, but now all kinds of weeds have taken up residence here.  In the back yard, I am pulling out by hand the little purple flowering stalks.  Probably simply making room for other kinds of their brethren and sistren to occupy my grounds.  I work by the hours to get rid of them, but I have covered only about two-thirds of the back yard.  Again my mind is drawn to the similarities between weeds and weed people.  I wrote an essay on weed people -- those who resemble weeds.  For instance, once the first weed gets settled, he invites his chums to join him.  "Come on in, guys, I got a good place here.  This one is my fairy godmother.  She will never get rid of me."

"Oh yeah!" I say.  I curse the weeds in a blanket statement.  They seem to thrive on the curse.

Right now, I pull them out and reduce the carpet of purple-stemmed wonders.  All it takes is time and my otherwise strong back.

You say, "She's a fool!"  But I enjoy seeing the grass starting to grow up in the dry winter thatch.  And I like to see a clean expanse for the grass to green up in.  And the yard shows up so much better my peonies and iris.  They will be good this year, but I am letting the grass overtake the flowering plants in due course.  It is time to make life easier on me and keep the yard looking good.

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