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(with apologies to Three Dog Night)the title just popped into my head as I caught myself on the verge of falling asleep. A busy and productive afternoon, always a surprise on a Saturday, my errands done I sampled the chicken fricassee I've made - seasoning needs adjusting but it is already falling-off-the-bone tender and the distinctive fragrance and flavour are there. Just needs tweaking and simmering a bit more. A perfect Sunday lunch with minimal effort, how grand!It just rained a little, just enough to drench the air with green scents and set the frogs to whistling, the breeze a gentle breath across my cheek, putting a ripple through the drapes, a gentle cat stretch before settling for the night.And I am yawning, a smile in my eyes because there is not a lawnmower to be heard. Just frogs. Why three blogs today? I'm not entirely sure. Words are stirring in my soul, jostling about and forming their lines into sentences that do not yet make sense. A dream about to happen, a poem weaving itself together from the thoughts and moments of the day, not yet coherent, not ready to flow or stumble from my fingertips tonight; but there, a presence piping its own little frog song in the night shadows of my mind. Can always tell when I get too tired, the images get baroque and clang instead of whisper as I lose my mind to sleep. Another day completed.

Well. let´s say I´m screening... Read somewhere else a blogpost from a guy who was upset girls were superficial... Guilty as charged! But it has little to do with looks as such, no super model contest. But why spend valuable time on someone I wouldn´t wanna be with anyway? No thanks. I´d rather work hard getting to know the ones with potenital!

A guy and his wife were visiting Florida on vacation. While they were driving along the wife saw a sign and said," Look ,honey...we are in Kiss ah me...He said it's not Kiss- ah- me it's Kissimee...it's an Indian name. They pull over and stop at a burger joint and when they go in the manager says hello, how are you folks doing? The guy says" Look...we are not from around here...could you tell my wife...very slowly because well she has a hard time getting things some time exactly where we are? The manager smiles and nods his head, yes. He trurns to the guys wife and says....(very very slowly) Buger King.....

Nine little boys all between the ages of six and nine used to hang around together on Saturday afternoons. They spent so much time in the local Walgreen's drug store that the manager told them, If you really want to buy something... why not give your money to one kid and let him pick out what he wants for all of you. They all gave their nickles,dimes and a few quarters to one kid who was sent in with the instructions-- " Buy something that we can all have fun playing with..." He came out 25 minutes later with a box of tampons.... The other boys looked at what was in the box and asked making questioning motions--" What is it? How do we use these?" He just shrugged and said," I don't know...I was walking along looking on all the shelves and I saw that it said on the package," Use these and you and your friends can enjoy jogging, flying, horseback riding,dancing, tennis, swimming, sailing--- I don't know what they are but they sure sound like fun!"

Hmmmm, what should I write today? Oh, I just got text'd (texed? TX'd.... ???) These phones are amazing. A customer wanted to know if I am still working. Well, I've had a few beers so I'm definitely not working.

There once was a driver named Bruce,
Known for his fondness for juice,
He played the guitar,
and drove a black car,
and when he had change, some was loose.

I went to the beer store today. Some ahole left his car running in the parking lot with one of those hellish boom boom stereos shaking the ground and vibrating all the loose parts of his car. There was a lineup at the register so I occupied myself by studying the people in the line and asking myself whether I could spot the owner of the offending vehicle. I zeroed in on two suspiciouas looking characters.

I went about it this way. I asked myself, "If IQ were a valid measure of intelligence and, if appearance could reveal someting about IQ, who in this lineup would occupy the lowest quartile and will he(she)(they) get into that car when they leave?"

i became a father at 23. at that time of my life, leading the life i led,being dad was'nt a priority. in spite of myself, i grew up with my son. i survived the life i lived to become a grandfather, and to be with my son riding our bikes with no particular place in mind. of all the things i taught my son, i did'nt have the time to be there more. life turned out pretty good in spite of being me. at 49, i adopted a daughter from china. then another 4 years later. the one thing i've learned to give them is time. when my ex wanted to bring them to this rock to live, i followed. now, we're together 24/7. they have dads' undivided attention, and i have a second chance to be DAD. life be good..

I have lived through so much history and yet I don't feel old. JFK, I was in school, bells ringing teachers crying even Mr. Dodd - never knew a man could cry - John Kennedy is dead the cars pull up like beetles to a carcass to take us all away from school. Martin Luther King, John Lennon. I met John Lennon, I wrote a poem and he made me sign it - always sign your work love he said - and put it in his breast pocket and winked at my 14 year old heart. So many dead through Viet Nam, the other wars, so many of my friends, other dancers, falling to the modern plague...is every life paved with loss? With death? It must be and yet it doesn't show as much in the early decades, now they fall like wheat before the scythe. Singers, actors, authors, dancers, friends, saints and politicians... I wept for Isaac Asimov and John D MacDonald. No. Not for them, for myself deprived of further words from their pens my magic horizons shrinking as their world closed down, Zenna Henderson, Tom Reamy gone ...all gone and still they live and burn within my memory and I pass the torch to others: have you ever read Blind Voices? Have you ever heard this song, seen this movie..oh find Philip Wylie I recommend and so the baton passes to a new generation. Immortality exists within the minds of others.

In a small community it is relatively easy to become a local celebrity if one works in radio & television. Years ago my mother called me and said "I promised ....you would call him. He's a big fan of yours and it is his dream to take you on a date." Fortunately sheer shock kept me silent long enough to realize that none of the words tramping through my mind would further mother/daughter closeness and I was able to ask "Do you know this...him?" She knew his mother and family so, as the promise had been given, I called and based on the conversation accepted an invitation for dinner and dancing.

He arrived bearing a single red rose and dressed to the nines; his car gleamed inside and out. Any journalist worth the name knows how to encourage the exchange of information, so conversation flowed. He had made reservations, the table was perfect and we ate and laughed and danced until the wee small hours. He drove me home, we exchanged a kiss on the cheek and I sent a thank you note the next day and it was over. Years later I ran into him in the supermarket, he was now married with children, he introduced me to his wife and I admired the new baby.

It was one of the best dates I have ever had although we had little in common and he was, in many ways, the antithesis of my instinctive taste in men.I think the magic was we were both focused on making it the best possible time for the other, it doesn't matter. It was beautiful.

I am sorry to anyone who was forced to scroll through all 40 odd entries of my honest resume. You see, when I posted those items, I didn't realise they were going into a common blog pool. I thought they would show up somewhere in my profile section.

How about those Jay's ey?

The Healing Heart

Shattered heart forced to heal
as greatness unveils thine soul.
Hope whispered in the distance,
to recover thine lost love.

'Tis night brings tender passing,
healing thine soul with glorious blunder.
Caus' not one or two,
but dissipated nights of dreams.

Sadness comes to end,
happiness conquered hate.
Love sprouting -- sadness shrinking,
hope has come again.

by Gary R. Hess