Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the East Wing.
The biggest holiday, hands down, in Downtown Toto when I was a kid was Halloween. Now ya had the other important stuff like Easter, 4th of July, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Memorial Day, Jefferson Davis’s Birthday (some habits were hard to turn loose) but none of these holidays could compare with Halloween.
It was the time of independence from family, the time to test your courage, to face your fears of the nighttime knowing they were out there and not knowing who or where. A time to be both horrified and happy all in the same heartbeat. A time to scare little sisters. A time to step into the shadow of the valley. A time to march, to prowl the darkness in the company of the band of brothers, the Toto Volunteers.
The Halloween Bounty seemed unlimited, so much so that we, the Toto Volunteers, never made any attempt to control its access. We could have, we chose not to. Toto could have become the model Trick or Treat Community for the National Standard of Trick or Treat, had we choose to make it so. We could have, we chose not to.
The reason for such actions on the part of the Volunteers is as valid today as when the War Council deliberated on that very issue. There was a fraction within the ranks who wanted to do to Halloween what we had been so successful in our summer campaign. Just the summer past, we had collected more pop bottles then most of the army thought existed in the world. We’d won the Pop Bottle Wars of Toto.
The issue of the Halloween Candy was brought to the War Council not by inexperienced people with no knowledge of war, but from people seasoned by fire on the front lines of the Pop Bottle Wars. People who were even as old as 11 and one even held the rank of sergeant.
Now in the Toto Volunteers we had a little different ranking system than the regular army. Ours was more simple. I got to be the General, there were two sergeants, and everybody else got to be a private. That way we didn’t have to spend a lot of time trying to figure out who was in charge. Besides, we didn’t have different uniforms so it was a lot easier to just remember a few to salute, otherwise everybody would be saluting each other all day long for nothing.
The Halloween Options as they would become know to the Volunteers were quite simple, two different options. The first option being the Toto Volunteers go Trick or Treating the night before the real Halloween and then go again the next night, that way everybody gets twice as much stuff. The second option would be for the Volunteers to just charge everybody Trick or Treating in Toto, and not a member of the Volunteers, a nickel. It was just two weeks till Halloween and the council wanted to make a decision right there, but I told ‘em the decision was too important, it’d have to wait for a while. I had to think this one out.
One of the things I learned by being the General of the Toto Volunteers was when I didn’t know what to do, I could always ask my dad. I’d act like I was just a little kid asking a dumb question, not like the general seeking consultation on an issue of possible war. When I talked to my dad about such important matters we usually done our man to boy talks on the porch swing, even in late October man to boy talks worked better in the swing.
As we sat swinging I said “Did ya ever go trick or treating?” My dad said “Yep” “Did ya ever go trick or treating the day before Halloween?” My dad said “Nope” I said “why not?” My dad said “Did ya ever have a birthday party a day before your birthday? Could ya have the 4th of July Picnic the day before? What would happen to Christmas if ya didn’t have the 25th of December, not the 24th but the 25th?” I was starting to see my dad’s point of view on this issue of trick or treating one day early as we swung together on the front porch in the crisp autumn air just nine days before Halloween.
I said “Ya think a person could make somebody pay to go trick or treating” My dad said “Not in Toto, cause everybody that tricks or treats in Toto don’t have any money to start with, and besides who would be dumb enough to even try to get somebody to pay to go trick or treating?” I didn’t say nothing. One of the good things about talking with my dad in that swing was he didn’t make me say anything if I didn’t want to, and right then I didn’t want to.
So there is was. Ya can’t go the night before ‘cause that’s dumb, and nobody’s got any money and if ya even ask someone to pay that’s dumb too. My dad imparted a great deal of wisdom from the confines of that swing. He made my job of generaling a lot easier on more than one occasion.
Well, I had my answers now I only had to deal with the Toto Volunteers. I spent most of that night trying to figure out a way to get the War Council on my side. I knew what I had to do but wanted the them to tell me, not me tell them. Somewhere in the darkness, about the time today turned into tomorrow and became yesterday I finally figured a way to present my views to the Council. The next day I called an after school meeting of the War Council of the Toto Volunteers. We met on my front porch.
Now one of the downside products of victory on the battle field is the overwhelming desire to repeat the same feat over and over again. I was not about to let that happen to the Toto Volunteers. As soon as everybody was present I presented my plan. The plan was simple. I couldn’t choose which one I liked best so we would do ‘em both.
But for the trick or treat the night before Halloween we’d all have to have get our moms to sign a letter saying we could go out after dark just in case someone wanted to know why we were there at their house a night early for trick or treat, so we could tell ‘em our moms said we could come trick or treating early. Also everyone had to ask their mom if she thought it would be ok to charge people for trick or treating in Toto.
I had printed out a letter to give every member. Because I ran the mimeograph machine at California Township School I ran off copies of the letter. I had printed it on a stencil and it looked really professional. As the volunteers read the letter, ya could still smell the mimeograph ink, it was blue kind. I could tell by their looks that they were gona have a hard time getting their mom to sign that letter. I know I sure would not ask my mom to sign that letter.
One kid said “my mom will kill me if she sees this letter, I’m not gona take it home”. He brought his letter back and reached it to me saying “let’s just go regular trick or treating”. Some of the others thought we could still do both options. My faith was in the letter.
The next morning at the bus stop not a single volunteer who took the letter home wanted to talk about it. One guy said “I might not even want to go trick or treating this year, I don’t know if I do or not. I’ll just have to wait till Halloween an see”. The plan was working. Two days later the War Council of the Toto Volunteers made a decision to do regular trick or treating in Toto and to make sure nobody would ever do anything except regular trick or treating in Toto forever in the future.
We, the Toto Volunteers, took a solemn oath to forever protect the unbridled right to trick or treat in Toto Indiana on Halloween without interference from anybody forever and ever. That right to trick or treat in Toto has been protected to this day.
And then came the politicians, regulations trick or treat hours. I think it was a republican thing first, probably too damn tight to buy candy for little kids. Then the democrats jumped on the band wagon, probably with a bribe of some sort from the republicans. A pox on both their houses, to even think ya can regulate Halloween.
Next thing ya gona hear is some smart ass in Washington will propose to make Halloween a federal holiday and place on the last Monday in October, in order to bring it in line with the other fake Monday Federal Holidays. It wouldn’t surprise me if Obama tries to move Easter to the day after. Easter Monday does not have a good sound to it, but one less work day for the democrats.
Now towns announce the time to go trick or treating. Trick or treating at 3:00PM is like kissing your sister at high noon in public park, it’s just not that much fun. The question that comes to mind is what ya gona do if some little monster tricks or treats before or after the set deadlines?
Now if ya shoot ‘em all ya get the guilty. I think we need a Halloween Czar. Hey Sophia!!!
As the fall season really kicks in on this last Sunday in October, we have enjoyed you company as usual this Evening.
Stay safe in South Baghdad, South Iraq and Afghanistan
From the East Wing Trick or Treating with the Toto Volunteers
I wish you well,
BobbyRay
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
From the East Wing When Sophia Marched and The Sheep Dogs of the Old Testament
Greeting to all and welcome to new friends in Skagway Alaska
It’s amazing to watch the baby cats grow every day. They doubled in size in a week. I wouldn’t have believed, had I not seen. Mama Cass continues to just eat and serve meals. Her job is never ending. It is truly a labor of love, ya can just see it in her eyes.
We decided to move the babies from their original birth place into the Cat House which Sophia occupied some time back. After Sophia got tired of the Cat House I didn’t throw it away but put it in the outside garage, with all my other good stuff (junk).
When the Cat House was brought back to the East Wing, Sophia just strutted inside like only she can strut. Well when I told her the babies were going to use the Cat House, there was hell to pay.
Every reason in the world was brought forth. She had question of their origin, we know nothing of their father, their mother may be an illegal alien, they may be part of an Islamic Plot to overthrow the Cat House, they just don’t seem to fit our family well, the 2girldogs don’t like ‘em, they eat too much, they’re the wrong color, and the list went on and on. I told her of the six new babies, five were republicans and only one was democrat. Sophia done the math, and concluded she would have a majority, at which time she started making up the bed for the new guest of the Cat House. She even made a little sign to hang on her newly papered walls, which said, “home is where your meow is” The soft side of Sophia ? I don’t think so, just old fashion political convenience, the cat will do whatever it takes to garner a majority.
The 2girldogs are in seventh heaven on the word that President Obama was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. Mustina said how glad she was to be a democrat while the Gray Lady wore her little Obama for President Button. Mustina organized a little “We love Obama” demonstration out by the mailbox here on 800 South. It wasn’t meant to be much of a big deal, just the 2girldogs and three blue cat democrats from down the road. They would just march east & west across the south side of the property, along the road, maybe chase a few cars just for fun, and if they were lucky, a bicycle or two. The Gray Lady had even planned after the demonstration a buffet with little Winnies and everything. It never got to the little Winnies.
Just as the demonstration was about to get underway up pulls four Greyhound Buses. The doors open up and out comes over one hundred fifty demonstrators, with both signs ready to be painted and megaphones for yelling, accompanied by no less than twenty five dogs and cats of every size, shape and color. City dwellers all, the demonstrators looking for the sidewalk to step onto and the dogs looking for the fire hydrants after being on the bus for so long, while the cats were looking for the litter boxes.
Mustina, the organizer of the demonstration is so shocked, she ran back to the safety of the East Wing, as did the Gray Lady James. The local blue cat democrats took one look at what is getting off the bus and high tailed it home. Only Sophia stands to face the onslaught of demonstrators. Say what you may about Sophia, she does respond well in a pinch.
Sophia walks up to one of the disembarking cats and asks who’s in charge of the group. The response was what made Sophia’s day. “Nobody’s in charge, we’re send down here from Chicago by ACORN to demonstrate, they told us the ones in charge here would tell us what to do and what to write on our signs, and all we are to do is take orders.”
At which point the cat smiled said “Hello and Welcome, my name is Sophia and I’m in charge. I’m glad you were all able to be join us today for this most important celebration here at the East Wing.”
As Sophia sat about going from one to the other telling them what to write on the sign boards handing out black magic markers as she went, the 2girldogs were watching from the East Wing windows, still too intimidated to venture outside the security of the East Wing.
In no time at all signs were made, scripts were written and practiced for yelling into the megaphones, dogs were informed of the lack of hydrants and the availability of trees. All the while cats were being introduced to Starke County Sand. As Sophia beamed in admiration, the demonstration continued marching for the better part of two hours, interrupted from time to time as Sophia spent a couple minutes with each demonstrator.
By the time the TV News Crews arrived by helicopter, the demonstration was a well oiled political machine with all the participants having practiced their roles and playing to the camera. On camera, Sophia took full credit for the demonstration, describing in some detail how she had planned this event for months, the logistics involved in pulling all the necessary resources together at just the right time to make it happen, how gratifying it is to see the dream come to life, how this is her very first attempt to do anything of a political nature and that she’s so grateful for the moral support of her two best friends, the 2girldogs, Mustina James and Gray Lady James.
Sophia could have gone on another hour or two in front of the camera, but the news crew had a deadline and as they flew in to cover the demonstration, they flew out when they had enough film to edit it into 60 seconds on the ten o’clock news.
As the sounds of the helicopters faded in the wind, so did the enthusiasm for the march. The fresh cold autumn air was more than most of the city marchers could take for a longer period. As they returned to the warmth of the buses, Sophia shook hands and hugged most of them, she passed over a few, but hugged most. As the buses departed there were many waves from the windows. Sophia waved until the last bus was out of site. She turned and walked enthusiastically toward the East Wing.
Sophia’s entrance into the East Wing could only be described as a triumphal procession returning home from war. She walked over to Mustina, kissed her on both cheeks, turned to the Gray Lady and done the same thing. Walked over to the Cat House, went inside said hello to Mama Cass, kissed each baby, walked out went to her favorite place to lay down and promptly went to sleep. Sophia had done her work for the day. The 2girldogs were stunned into silence. An hour or so later the 2girldogs want to talk to Sophia, and it’s not happening, trying to get a cat to talk when they don’t want to is like trying to start your car without the motor, it won’t happen in your lifetime.
The next morning the 2girldogs are beside themselves wanting to know what happened, why did all those people show up? what did they say? what was that thing in the sky? where did they all go? Why are you so happy? At last Sophia gave in to the 2girldogs and told them what really happened to their “We love Obama” demonstration on 800 South.
It seems that when Sophia heard the 2girldogs planning the demonstration, she contacted ACORN and said she was the ACORN Czar and needed five bus loads of marchers for a demonstration. Without question the marchers were herded up and bused to the site. She told ‘em what to write for the signs, what to yell into the megaphones, and showed ‘em how to smile for the camera.
From the East Wing the 2girldogs were unable to read the signs, so Mustina asked what the signs said. Sophia didn’t remember them all but did remember the one she carried it said “Congratulations G W” Mustina asked what was G W? “George Walker” said Sophia. Mustina said “It was a We love Obama, why have George Walker on the sign?”
Sophia said “Uh Oh, I forgot to tell ya, I changed it a little. Changed it to “We Love George W Bush”, and oh by the way, I signed up 140 new members for the Red Cat Republicans, and most were former Blue Cat Democrats. I think this ACORN Czar thing is gona work out real good for me.”
I thought Mustina was gona explode she was so mad. All she could say was “You, You,, You,,, Republican YOU! Boy, was the pup baby ever hot. But as her nature, she cooled down quickly, gentle lady, the pup baby.
Sometimes I think I’m getting more out of the CCD Class at Saints Cyril & Methodius than the kids. Today the lesson was about Israel and his sons (the twelve children of Israel) We talked about the one son Joseph and how he was so different for is brothers, how God had visited him in his dreams. But it was the part of the story where Josephs’ father was concerned for his flock that made my day.
Now Israel’s family were shepherds and the boys took care of the sheep, one time the boys had been gone much longer than Israel thought they should have been. He grew concerned for his boys and also concerned for this flock of sheep. So Israel decided to have this young son Joseph go find the sheep and bring ‘em home.
A fourth grader said “Wow that story is so old, it’s before Sheep Dogs.” After I stopped laughing, we spent the remaining 15 minutes of the class talking about us going to make snow angels when it snows, and drinking double strength Orange Kool-Aid when we go on our field trip next May. Just think if we could only bottle the excitement for life shared so freely by fourth graders whether ya ask for it or not.
It’s beautiful fall days such as this that clearly makes life worth living in Indiana. Crisp morning air, bright sunshine and thoughts of how productive Israel’s boys could have been with a Sheep Dog.
The girls (2dogs, 1cat and 1wife) and I thank you for your visit this evening. As usual your presence and company has warmed the East Wing with you charm.
Stay safe in Baghdad, South Iraq and Afghanistan.
From the East Wing When Sophia Lead the March, and the Sheep Dogs of the Old Testament
I wish you well,
BobbyRay
It’s amazing to watch the baby cats grow every day. They doubled in size in a week. I wouldn’t have believed, had I not seen. Mama Cass continues to just eat and serve meals. Her job is never ending. It is truly a labor of love, ya can just see it in her eyes.
We decided to move the babies from their original birth place into the Cat House which Sophia occupied some time back. After Sophia got tired of the Cat House I didn’t throw it away but put it in the outside garage, with all my other good stuff (junk).
When the Cat House was brought back to the East Wing, Sophia just strutted inside like only she can strut. Well when I told her the babies were going to use the Cat House, there was hell to pay.
Every reason in the world was brought forth. She had question of their origin, we know nothing of their father, their mother may be an illegal alien, they may be part of an Islamic Plot to overthrow the Cat House, they just don’t seem to fit our family well, the 2girldogs don’t like ‘em, they eat too much, they’re the wrong color, and the list went on and on. I told her of the six new babies, five were republicans and only one was democrat. Sophia done the math, and concluded she would have a majority, at which time she started making up the bed for the new guest of the Cat House. She even made a little sign to hang on her newly papered walls, which said, “home is where your meow is” The soft side of Sophia ? I don’t think so, just old fashion political convenience, the cat will do whatever it takes to garner a majority.
The 2girldogs are in seventh heaven on the word that President Obama was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. Mustina said how glad she was to be a democrat while the Gray Lady wore her little Obama for President Button. Mustina organized a little “We love Obama” demonstration out by the mailbox here on 800 South. It wasn’t meant to be much of a big deal, just the 2girldogs and three blue cat democrats from down the road. They would just march east & west across the south side of the property, along the road, maybe chase a few cars just for fun, and if they were lucky, a bicycle or two. The Gray Lady had even planned after the demonstration a buffet with little Winnies and everything. It never got to the little Winnies.
Just as the demonstration was about to get underway up pulls four Greyhound Buses. The doors open up and out comes over one hundred fifty demonstrators, with both signs ready to be painted and megaphones for yelling, accompanied by no less than twenty five dogs and cats of every size, shape and color. City dwellers all, the demonstrators looking for the sidewalk to step onto and the dogs looking for the fire hydrants after being on the bus for so long, while the cats were looking for the litter boxes.
Mustina, the organizer of the demonstration is so shocked, she ran back to the safety of the East Wing, as did the Gray Lady James. The local blue cat democrats took one look at what is getting off the bus and high tailed it home. Only Sophia stands to face the onslaught of demonstrators. Say what you may about Sophia, she does respond well in a pinch.
Sophia walks up to one of the disembarking cats and asks who’s in charge of the group. The response was what made Sophia’s day. “Nobody’s in charge, we’re send down here from Chicago by ACORN to demonstrate, they told us the ones in charge here would tell us what to do and what to write on our signs, and all we are to do is take orders.”
At which point the cat smiled said “Hello and Welcome, my name is Sophia and I’m in charge. I’m glad you were all able to be join us today for this most important celebration here at the East Wing.”
As Sophia sat about going from one to the other telling them what to write on the sign boards handing out black magic markers as she went, the 2girldogs were watching from the East Wing windows, still too intimidated to venture outside the security of the East Wing.
In no time at all signs were made, scripts were written and practiced for yelling into the megaphones, dogs were informed of the lack of hydrants and the availability of trees. All the while cats were being introduced to Starke County Sand. As Sophia beamed in admiration, the demonstration continued marching for the better part of two hours, interrupted from time to time as Sophia spent a couple minutes with each demonstrator.
By the time the TV News Crews arrived by helicopter, the demonstration was a well oiled political machine with all the participants having practiced their roles and playing to the camera. On camera, Sophia took full credit for the demonstration, describing in some detail how she had planned this event for months, the logistics involved in pulling all the necessary resources together at just the right time to make it happen, how gratifying it is to see the dream come to life, how this is her very first attempt to do anything of a political nature and that she’s so grateful for the moral support of her two best friends, the 2girldogs, Mustina James and Gray Lady James.
Sophia could have gone on another hour or two in front of the camera, but the news crew had a deadline and as they flew in to cover the demonstration, they flew out when they had enough film to edit it into 60 seconds on the ten o’clock news.
As the sounds of the helicopters faded in the wind, so did the enthusiasm for the march. The fresh cold autumn air was more than most of the city marchers could take for a longer period. As they returned to the warmth of the buses, Sophia shook hands and hugged most of them, she passed over a few, but hugged most. As the buses departed there were many waves from the windows. Sophia waved until the last bus was out of site. She turned and walked enthusiastically toward the East Wing.
Sophia’s entrance into the East Wing could only be described as a triumphal procession returning home from war. She walked over to Mustina, kissed her on both cheeks, turned to the Gray Lady and done the same thing. Walked over to the Cat House, went inside said hello to Mama Cass, kissed each baby, walked out went to her favorite place to lay down and promptly went to sleep. Sophia had done her work for the day. The 2girldogs were stunned into silence. An hour or so later the 2girldogs want to talk to Sophia, and it’s not happening, trying to get a cat to talk when they don’t want to is like trying to start your car without the motor, it won’t happen in your lifetime.
The next morning the 2girldogs are beside themselves wanting to know what happened, why did all those people show up? what did they say? what was that thing in the sky? where did they all go? Why are you so happy? At last Sophia gave in to the 2girldogs and told them what really happened to their “We love Obama” demonstration on 800 South.
It seems that when Sophia heard the 2girldogs planning the demonstration, she contacted ACORN and said she was the ACORN Czar and needed five bus loads of marchers for a demonstration. Without question the marchers were herded up and bused to the site. She told ‘em what to write for the signs, what to yell into the megaphones, and showed ‘em how to smile for the camera.
From the East Wing the 2girldogs were unable to read the signs, so Mustina asked what the signs said. Sophia didn’t remember them all but did remember the one she carried it said “Congratulations G W” Mustina asked what was G W? “George Walker” said Sophia. Mustina said “It was a We love Obama, why have George Walker on the sign?”
Sophia said “Uh Oh, I forgot to tell ya, I changed it a little. Changed it to “We Love George W Bush”, and oh by the way, I signed up 140 new members for the Red Cat Republicans, and most were former Blue Cat Democrats. I think this ACORN Czar thing is gona work out real good for me.”
I thought Mustina was gona explode she was so mad. All she could say was “You, You,, You,,, Republican YOU! Boy, was the pup baby ever hot. But as her nature, she cooled down quickly, gentle lady, the pup baby.
Sometimes I think I’m getting more out of the CCD Class at Saints Cyril & Methodius than the kids. Today the lesson was about Israel and his sons (the twelve children of Israel) We talked about the one son Joseph and how he was so different for is brothers, how God had visited him in his dreams. But it was the part of the story where Josephs’ father was concerned for his flock that made my day.
Now Israel’s family were shepherds and the boys took care of the sheep, one time the boys had been gone much longer than Israel thought they should have been. He grew concerned for his boys and also concerned for this flock of sheep. So Israel decided to have this young son Joseph go find the sheep and bring ‘em home.
A fourth grader said “Wow that story is so old, it’s before Sheep Dogs.” After I stopped laughing, we spent the remaining 15 minutes of the class talking about us going to make snow angels when it snows, and drinking double strength Orange Kool-Aid when we go on our field trip next May. Just think if we could only bottle the excitement for life shared so freely by fourth graders whether ya ask for it or not.
It’s beautiful fall days such as this that clearly makes life worth living in Indiana. Crisp morning air, bright sunshine and thoughts of how productive Israel’s boys could have been with a Sheep Dog.
The girls (2dogs, 1cat and 1wife) and I thank you for your visit this evening. As usual your presence and company has warmed the East Wing with you charm.
Stay safe in Baghdad, South Iraq and Afghanistan.
From the East Wing When Sophia Lead the March, and the Sheep Dogs of the Old Testament
I wish you well,
BobbyRay
Sunday, October 11, 2009
From the East Wing with Sophia the ACORN Czar and Ghost Hunters at Grand Central Station
Greetings to all, and welcome new friends to the East Wing
Wow ! Did Sophia ever get email last two week. Both on her ACORN visit and her new recruiting group the RCR, (Red Cat Republicans) If last week’s email was any indication of success she may well meet her goal sooner than expected. She’s getting results coming in from Chicago. Talk about a happy cat when she heard that Chicago didn’t get the Olympics. She was watching TV at home and emailed me at the office just to give me the word. That cat just don’t like that mayor of Chicago. Emailed him a map of Brazil.
Several of her emails wanted to know if she had video from ACORN. She does not. But she inferred to me the possibility of some sort of DNA evidence that may exist to substantiate her recollection of those who may have visited the Cat House on the South Side of Chicago.
Sophia has now applied for one of the Obama Czar Positions. She said “they don’t do anything, don’t take orders from anyone, don’t have any background check from congress , just hang out with the President to make him feel good in the presence of weirdoes, and they get paid $172,000.00 per year and get to hire a staff of 10 of their friends at $55,000.00 each”
She took a deep breath and said “After all, I knew him back in Chicago, when he came to the Cat House, I think, but they all look alike to me , those community organizers.”
As she continued “and when I get a Czar Job I’m gona hire Mustina and Gray Lady James, ‘cause the 2girldogs are really good democrats and they’re used to just laying round the house doing nothing, waiting for free handouts. All ya gotta do with the Czar job, just don’t say anything stupid. It’s when ya say or do stupid that gets ya in trouble. One thing these Blue Cat Democrats never learn is that life is hard, and it’s a lot harder when you’re stupid. ”
Ya just never want to get on the wrong side of the rope with a Republican Cat. Ya just don’t.
Several of Sophia’s emails were asking why she didn’t say anything about Van Jones. So I asked her. She said “I didn’t need to say anything ‘bout Van Jones ‘cause he took care of himself. That part I just said bout life being a lot harder when you’re stupid, well Van Jones found that out the hard way, by being stupid”.
Sometimes I think Sophia is made of sugar and spice and razor blades. She can cut ya before ya know it, and always smiles. She just always smiles, and ya wonder is she smiling at ya or for ya.
Happy October ! This month seems to have more drastic changes than most others when it comes to weather, pretty full moon, and change in our surroundings. The leaves all change color and start to fall off. The grass turns brown, if not already so. Birds start to leave for warmer parts of the world.
That little brown eyed friend of my (the hummingbird) is gone for the season. She in late September. As I sat in the East Wing on a Tuesday afternoon, she came to the window, within 2ft. of me. She hovered for a good 15 seconds looking directly into the East Wing. We said our goodbyes for the winter and agreed to meet again when the springtime’s in the valley. I’ll miss that humming bird, that little brown eyed friend of mine.
Took the humming bird feeder down Thursday, dumped out maybe ½ ounce of her special sauce, washed it all up and put it away for another time, another year. When the world starts to turn green, out will come the feeder and I’ll wait the arrival of the hummingbird. When the time is right, she’ll know and she’ll come back again. She’ll hover just outside my East Wing Window to say hello. Only then will the feeder be filled, and hung on the shepherds hook, where she will again dine in the warm sunshine of spring. Together we’ll watch the springtime blossom, me and the hummingbird, that little brown eyed friend of mine.
I may even have a welcome back party. Should I have the party, I’ll invite you for sure. I don’t know anybody that don’t like to see hummingbirds. They’re just special little things, those hummingbirds.
The new babies of the East Wing are doing fine. Like all new babies, eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat, sleep. While Mama Cass fills her days serving breakfast, mid morning snack, lunch, mid afternoon snack, dinner, early evening snack, late evening snack, midnight snack. Ya get the picture. But unlike her first set of babies, this time Mama Cass does not have to fend for herself. She just takes care of the babies and I take care of Mama Cass.
I get the best end of the deal. When was the last time you saw new born babies every day of their life? See what I mean.
I’m sure glad Mama Cass has place settings for six, I was so afraid that she did not have enough place settings or silverware. It turns out that my fears were unfounded. She can serve six quite well. But for sure does not have any room for additional company at this time.
The Angel is trying real hard to be my new best friend. Sophia on the other hand has a few words to say about that, most of which I can’t print here. Suffice it to say Sophia has called the Angel everything except a white cat.
She seems to have strong opinions, that Republican Cat, I was surprised she has not yet weighed in on the health care issue so I asked her why. She said “they’re only gona mess up the doctor, hospital and pharmacy side of health care, they aren’t gona do anything with the Vet side of pet care. That’s my side. So if you get screwed, oh well, But keep in mind when ya get sick and need to see a doctor and ya can’t find one, or ya need surgery and can’t find anyone to do your surgery, call me up, I can get ya in to see my Vet,” as she smiled. I guess that’s better than nothing.
Had several people tell me they were unable to see the full moon of October last Saturday after I gave it such a big pitch to go out and see. Now don’t feel bad, I had the same problem, it was well after midnight Sunday Night before I could see the full moon, and by then it was past being full. Ya gotta keep in mind I didn’t guarantee the weather, just that the moon would be in the correct position when I said it would be, and it was. Now if ya gotta a complaint, take it to the guy in charge of clouds, I was just relating the moon schedule, that all.
I’m not sure if President Obama is in charge of clouds or he has a Cloud Czar. That might be a good Czar Job for Sophia, but I think she wants something more important than just another Pretty Face Czar. Something like the ACORN Czar would be right down her alley. I’m sure at one time she was an alley cat. Plus she has had experience in dealing with ACORN, knows the operation both inside and out. Has had personal and professional contact with some of the community organizers associated with ACORN. Has business property in the home town of the President, in fact in the President’s neighborhood. Yes, I think Sophia is the ideal cat for the ACORN Czar.
Sophia points out a side benefit of her being the ACORN Czar, a cat in the White House. “Bring on that stupid democrat dog” Cats, ya gotta love ‘em. Even the republican ones.
Are you surprised at the speed of autumn? The season changed quickly this year, sometimes October is a warm as September, not so this year. Just over a week and we’ve seen 40° change in temperatures. This Sunday Morning 33°. Welcome Fall !
Good thing Ole Al Gore’s still pushing his global warming thing or else it would have snowed in September. Did ya see in the news that shortly after the last official day of Summer, the National Weather Bureau announced that the Summer 2009 was the coldest in over 75 years. Another thing we hear so much about is the ice melting and the oceans going to flood out all coastal communities and Cleveland Ohio is going to be ocean front property. Well after all the scare talk about the ice melting and all, the ocean has not yet raised any,,, yes, any, and those people in Cleveland haven’t started building piers in their ocean front yards yet either. And that ice melting, some is melting in some parts of the world. In other parts of the world the ice is increasing, increasing at a faster rate than the melting on a worldwide basis.
Do ya believe in ghosts? I’d sure would like to see one. For years rumor has had it that my property in North Judson, Grand Central Station is haunted. In fact two ghosts may reside at Grand Central Station.
Last Friday night three Professional Ghost Hunters came to Grand Central Station. Come Halloween we’re having a Halloween Party at Grand Central Station and the Ghost Hunters are going to present their findings along with a lot of other surprises so those in my local neighborhood mark you calendars for Halloween Evening at Grand Central Station. Halloween Evening dine with the Ghost Hunters. Do you believe???? I didn’t till I met these Ghost Hunters…….
Did ya ever wonder why the nighttime is called "after dark" when it really is "after light"? Orif a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know? These and many other mysteries may very well be addressed by the Ghost Hunters, come Halloween Evening.
I’m so glad you stopped by today, your visit to the East Wing has been such a pleasure. Soon we will be visiting in the snow of winter. I look forward to such visits.
Stay safe in Baghdad, South Iraq and Afghanistan.
From the East Wing with Sophia the ACORN Czar, and Ghost Hunters at Grand Central Station
I wish you well
BobbyRay
Wow ! Did Sophia ever get email last two week. Both on her ACORN visit and her new recruiting group the RCR, (Red Cat Republicans) If last week’s email was any indication of success she may well meet her goal sooner than expected. She’s getting results coming in from Chicago. Talk about a happy cat when she heard that Chicago didn’t get the Olympics. She was watching TV at home and emailed me at the office just to give me the word. That cat just don’t like that mayor of Chicago. Emailed him a map of Brazil.
Several of her emails wanted to know if she had video from ACORN. She does not. But she inferred to me the possibility of some sort of DNA evidence that may exist to substantiate her recollection of those who may have visited the Cat House on the South Side of Chicago.
Sophia has now applied for one of the Obama Czar Positions. She said “they don’t do anything, don’t take orders from anyone, don’t have any background check from congress , just hang out with the President to make him feel good in the presence of weirdoes, and they get paid $172,000.00 per year and get to hire a staff of 10 of their friends at $55,000.00 each”
She took a deep breath and said “After all, I knew him back in Chicago, when he came to the Cat House, I think, but they all look alike to me , those community organizers.”
As she continued “and when I get a Czar Job I’m gona hire Mustina and Gray Lady James, ‘cause the 2girldogs are really good democrats and they’re used to just laying round the house doing nothing, waiting for free handouts. All ya gotta do with the Czar job, just don’t say anything stupid. It’s when ya say or do stupid that gets ya in trouble. One thing these Blue Cat Democrats never learn is that life is hard, and it’s a lot harder when you’re stupid. ”
Ya just never want to get on the wrong side of the rope with a Republican Cat. Ya just don’t.
Several of Sophia’s emails were asking why she didn’t say anything about Van Jones. So I asked her. She said “I didn’t need to say anything ‘bout Van Jones ‘cause he took care of himself. That part I just said bout life being a lot harder when you’re stupid, well Van Jones found that out the hard way, by being stupid”.
Sometimes I think Sophia is made of sugar and spice and razor blades. She can cut ya before ya know it, and always smiles. She just always smiles, and ya wonder is she smiling at ya or for ya.
Happy October ! This month seems to have more drastic changes than most others when it comes to weather, pretty full moon, and change in our surroundings. The leaves all change color and start to fall off. The grass turns brown, if not already so. Birds start to leave for warmer parts of the world.
That little brown eyed friend of my (the hummingbird) is gone for the season. She in late September. As I sat in the East Wing on a Tuesday afternoon, she came to the window, within 2ft. of me. She hovered for a good 15 seconds looking directly into the East Wing. We said our goodbyes for the winter and agreed to meet again when the springtime’s in the valley. I’ll miss that humming bird, that little brown eyed friend of mine.
Took the humming bird feeder down Thursday, dumped out maybe ½ ounce of her special sauce, washed it all up and put it away for another time, another year. When the world starts to turn green, out will come the feeder and I’ll wait the arrival of the hummingbird. When the time is right, she’ll know and she’ll come back again. She’ll hover just outside my East Wing Window to say hello. Only then will the feeder be filled, and hung on the shepherds hook, where she will again dine in the warm sunshine of spring. Together we’ll watch the springtime blossom, me and the hummingbird, that little brown eyed friend of mine.
I may even have a welcome back party. Should I have the party, I’ll invite you for sure. I don’t know anybody that don’t like to see hummingbirds. They’re just special little things, those hummingbirds.
The new babies of the East Wing are doing fine. Like all new babies, eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat, sleep. While Mama Cass fills her days serving breakfast, mid morning snack, lunch, mid afternoon snack, dinner, early evening snack, late evening snack, midnight snack. Ya get the picture. But unlike her first set of babies, this time Mama Cass does not have to fend for herself. She just takes care of the babies and I take care of Mama Cass.
I get the best end of the deal. When was the last time you saw new born babies every day of their life? See what I mean.
I’m sure glad Mama Cass has place settings for six, I was so afraid that she did not have enough place settings or silverware. It turns out that my fears were unfounded. She can serve six quite well. But for sure does not have any room for additional company at this time.
The Angel is trying real hard to be my new best friend. Sophia on the other hand has a few words to say about that, most of which I can’t print here. Suffice it to say Sophia has called the Angel everything except a white cat.
She seems to have strong opinions, that Republican Cat, I was surprised she has not yet weighed in on the health care issue so I asked her why. She said “they’re only gona mess up the doctor, hospital and pharmacy side of health care, they aren’t gona do anything with the Vet side of pet care. That’s my side. So if you get screwed, oh well, But keep in mind when ya get sick and need to see a doctor and ya can’t find one, or ya need surgery and can’t find anyone to do your surgery, call me up, I can get ya in to see my Vet,” as she smiled. I guess that’s better than nothing.
Had several people tell me they were unable to see the full moon of October last Saturday after I gave it such a big pitch to go out and see. Now don’t feel bad, I had the same problem, it was well after midnight Sunday Night before I could see the full moon, and by then it was past being full. Ya gotta keep in mind I didn’t guarantee the weather, just that the moon would be in the correct position when I said it would be, and it was. Now if ya gotta a complaint, take it to the guy in charge of clouds, I was just relating the moon schedule, that all.
I’m not sure if President Obama is in charge of clouds or he has a Cloud Czar. That might be a good Czar Job for Sophia, but I think she wants something more important than just another Pretty Face Czar. Something like the ACORN Czar would be right down her alley. I’m sure at one time she was an alley cat. Plus she has had experience in dealing with ACORN, knows the operation both inside and out. Has had personal and professional contact with some of the community organizers associated with ACORN. Has business property in the home town of the President, in fact in the President’s neighborhood. Yes, I think Sophia is the ideal cat for the ACORN Czar.
Sophia points out a side benefit of her being the ACORN Czar, a cat in the White House. “Bring on that stupid democrat dog” Cats, ya gotta love ‘em. Even the republican ones.
Are you surprised at the speed of autumn? The season changed quickly this year, sometimes October is a warm as September, not so this year. Just over a week and we’ve seen 40° change in temperatures. This Sunday Morning 33°. Welcome Fall !
Good thing Ole Al Gore’s still pushing his global warming thing or else it would have snowed in September. Did ya see in the news that shortly after the last official day of Summer, the National Weather Bureau announced that the Summer 2009 was the coldest in over 75 years. Another thing we hear so much about is the ice melting and the oceans going to flood out all coastal communities and Cleveland Ohio is going to be ocean front property. Well after all the scare talk about the ice melting and all, the ocean has not yet raised any,,, yes, any, and those people in Cleveland haven’t started building piers in their ocean front yards yet either. And that ice melting, some is melting in some parts of the world. In other parts of the world the ice is increasing, increasing at a faster rate than the melting on a worldwide basis.
Do ya believe in ghosts? I’d sure would like to see one. For years rumor has had it that my property in North Judson, Grand Central Station is haunted. In fact two ghosts may reside at Grand Central Station.
Last Friday night three Professional Ghost Hunters came to Grand Central Station. Come Halloween we’re having a Halloween Party at Grand Central Station and the Ghost Hunters are going to present their findings along with a lot of other surprises so those in my local neighborhood mark you calendars for Halloween Evening at Grand Central Station. Halloween Evening dine with the Ghost Hunters. Do you believe???? I didn’t till I met these Ghost Hunters…….
Did ya ever wonder why the nighttime is called "after dark" when it really is "after light"? Orif a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know? These and many other mysteries may very well be addressed by the Ghost Hunters, come Halloween Evening.
I’m so glad you stopped by today, your visit to the East Wing has been such a pleasure. Soon we will be visiting in the snow of winter. I look forward to such visits.
Stay safe in Baghdad, South Iraq and Afghanistan.
From the East Wing with Sophia the ACORN Czar, and Ghost Hunters at Grand Central Station
I wish you well
BobbyRay
Sunday, October 4, 2009
From the East Wing Fishing with Noah and New Babies in the East Wing
Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the East Wing.
Just a week into the fall season and ya sure can tell the difference. I love changing seasons, and the one I love most is the one I’m in that’s changing at that moment. How ‘bout that frost last Thursday Morning?
Gotta share something that happened last week in my CCD (Confraternity of Christian Doctrine) Class at Saints Cyril & Methodius Catholic Church in North Judson Indiana. Now for you non Catholics, CCD is like Sunday School, or bible study for kids.
When I was a little hillbilly boy growing up in Downtown Toto, the Mennonite Church there in Toto had Summer Bible School every year for two weeks during the last part of July. I went every day, not for the bible stuff, I went for the Kool-Aid and the big Oatmeal Raisin Cookies baked fresh every day by Mrs. Hershberger. Sometimes the Kool-Aid was Orange, and sometimes Grape or Strawberry but the cookies were always the same every day, big and good. Back then ya just done what ya had to do to get those big Oatmeal Raisin Cookies and Orange Kool-Aid. To this day, I love Oatmeal Raisin Cookies.
I teach a combined 4th & 5th grade CCD Class and on the first day of class this year I made a deal with the kids that if we do well in class, no homework. It’s so easy to gain the hearts and minds of Gods precious babies, all ya gotta do is give just a little time, and it’s more fun than most anything ya could do. We do, do well in class.
Now last Sunday we’re learning about Noah and the Ark. We learn about Noah’s sons and their wives and how they all pitched in and helped Noah. How some the neighbors didn’t think it was gona rain and laughed at Noah and his family pretty much all the way up till it started to rain. How Noah and his boys build a boat for all God’s creatures, and God sent the animals and Noah and the boys showed ‘em where to go inside the boat. When all the animals were loaded and it started to rain how they closed the doors and were saved from the flood.
At that point a 4th grader said “Where’re they put the fish?’ I said “they didn’t bring fish” He said “you just said they had two of all the animals, are fish animals?”. I said “fish are animals, they didn’t bring fish.” A 5th grader says “why didn’t Noah just build aquariums in the ark and bring the fish with him”? Another one says “I saw a whale in Florida and the ark can’t be bigger than a whale, so I know why Noah didn’t bring fish, if ya ever see a Killer Whale in Florida you’ll know why Noah didn’t bring the fish too”.
Trying not to laugh out loud, and enjoying every second of the conversation, I suggest that we all just try to think of reasons why Noah didn’t bring the fish into the Ark. The answers were even more heartwarming. If ya ever have an opportunity to talk with 4th and 5th graders at their level, please do so. You’ll remember forever. The reasons why Noah didn’t bring the fish were many, and everybody had a good reason.
“He was afraid that if the fish tank leaked and all the fish water ran out the fish would flop around and the other animals would eat the fish and then we would have no fish today because those two got ate up by bears or something else like that that eats fish. And Noah was not about to have people blaming him for not being able to go fishing after the flood got done ”
“The big fish have to have a lot of room to swim around so if the fish went in the ark somebody would have to not get on the ark, God and Noah wanted everybody to get on the ark so God decided the fish didn’t have to get on the ark if they didn’t want to. And they didn’t want to.”
“God and Noah talked about it and God thought that if it’s going to be a flood anyway why not just leave the fish in the water where they are before the flood. After all a flood is just more water piled on top of your regular water that you already have anyway.”
“Noah told God he didn’t have room for the fish and God told the fish to just follow along under Noah’s Ark during the flood. And go wherever the ark went till Noah told them to stop.”
“Back then when Noah build the ark they didn’t have any fish food like today, so Noah couldn’t bring the fish because he didn’t have anything to feed them. So God told the fish to just stay in the rivers and oceans during the flood but listen to Noah if he wanted them to do something.”
By the end of a most enjoyable class, we all agreed that Noah didn’t need to take the fish. That God took care of the fish during the flood, the same way he took care of all those in the Ark, just the same way he continues to take care of us to this very day.
It was the last proclamation made on Noah and the Ark that made me laugh out loud. A 4th grader said “Boy, I bet the happiest ones that the fish didn’t get to go on the Ark was the worms”. I asked why. “For sure if they had brought the fish on the Ark then one of Noah’s boys would’ve wanted to go fishing someday and everybody knows about fishing with worms.”
With that we said our prayer and ended the class for September 27th 2009.
WOW !! The East Wing is full of new baby kittens. So many I can’t count them all on one hand, had to use 20% of the fingers from the other hand just to count ‘em all. Gray Tiger Cats and Whites.
Thursday evening at about 7:00 PM I let Mama Cass come inside the East Wing for dinner. Come 8 o’clock and time to go back outside, I looked out the window.
It was a dark and stormy night. Too dark and too stormy a night for Mama Cass to go outside in her condition. Ya just don’t just shove pregnant ladies out into the storm. And besides she was not going to have babies for a couple more days, when the full moon came by.
It rained most all that night. When I heard the 1wife exclaim “Oh my God” the next morning before I even got out of bed, she didn’t have to say anymore. After the “Oh my God” my only thought was to the count.
The babies were less than two hours old when I first saw ‘em. They’ve not yet seen me, baby cats don’t open their eyes for 7 days. Sometimes I think the world would be better off if certain people just closed their eyes for 7 days.
Speaking of closed eyes reminds me of an old Chinese Proverb “The eyes see and believe, but the ears may hear others and believe.” A lot of in depth wisdom comes from China of old, a lot of crap comes from China to Wal-Mart today, and we bring it home by the car load.
I’m glad the baby cats were born in the East Wing, there is nothing more precious than being given the opportunity to see new born life, any new born life. Baby animals, baby people, baby anything. It makes ya realize how complex this thing we call life really is. How amazing the process from conception to birth is and the fact that we made it to even be here to think about it in the first place just blows me away. Baby cats or baby people, God never made an ugly one.
After hearing my story of the baby kittens being born in the East Wing, there may be someone who would take the position, oh what a mess, I would never allow that in my house. To such thoughts I’d just say:
I didn’t plan for the babies to be born in the East Wing, GOD DID! I’d prepared a place in the stable (my garage) it was not used by this mother in need who was not accompanied by a husband on this dark and stormy night .
Anytime your worldly possessions become more important than the miracle of life itself, you, brother or sister, have lost your way in this world. You’ve become convinced that what you own is what makes you important. It’s not. It’s what you do to others that makes you important in this life. It’s also what you do to others that will be important in your afterlife.
‘Course if ya don’t believe in God and ya already know you’re going to hell anyway, well I guess you’re the kinda person that gona put Mama Cass out in the rain no matter what. But not to worry, cats are tough and she’ll be ok, but cats do remember.
I’m sure ya heard the expression that elephants never forget. Well the elephants learned that trick a long time ago from the cats, back when the cats were worshiped as Gods in ancient Egypt. The cats didn’t forget about that God Worshiping thing either. Sophia tells me they’re working on a comeback.
The crisp evening air of Autumn makes for a tranquil transition as the nighttime has come upon the East Wing. The 2dogs and 1cat are already curled up and asleep.
The moon is so full it looks like a giant yellow plate in the sky. It’ll be up most all night, if ya read this tonight, go out and look at the moon show. A moon so bright you will cast a shadow on the ground. You’ve heard the old saying “Moon so bright ya could read a newspaper”, when ya go out tonight, take the paper and wear a jacket. It’s worth the trip. Didn’t make it Sunday night? That’s ok, go Monday night and still take the paper and jacket.
My, how time flies when you’re having fun, and your visits are always fun. As usual we’re so glad ya came by and look forward to seeing you again in the East Wing.
Stay safe in Baghdad, South Iraq, and Afghanistan
From the East Wing Fishing on the Ark with Noah and new babies in the East Wing
I wish you well,
BobbyRay
Just a week into the fall season and ya sure can tell the difference. I love changing seasons, and the one I love most is the one I’m in that’s changing at that moment. How ‘bout that frost last Thursday Morning?
Gotta share something that happened last week in my CCD (Confraternity of Christian Doctrine) Class at Saints Cyril & Methodius Catholic Church in North Judson Indiana. Now for you non Catholics, CCD is like Sunday School, or bible study for kids.
When I was a little hillbilly boy growing up in Downtown Toto, the Mennonite Church there in Toto had Summer Bible School every year for two weeks during the last part of July. I went every day, not for the bible stuff, I went for the Kool-Aid and the big Oatmeal Raisin Cookies baked fresh every day by Mrs. Hershberger. Sometimes the Kool-Aid was Orange, and sometimes Grape or Strawberry but the cookies were always the same every day, big and good. Back then ya just done what ya had to do to get those big Oatmeal Raisin Cookies and Orange Kool-Aid. To this day, I love Oatmeal Raisin Cookies.
I teach a combined 4th & 5th grade CCD Class and on the first day of class this year I made a deal with the kids that if we do well in class, no homework. It’s so easy to gain the hearts and minds of Gods precious babies, all ya gotta do is give just a little time, and it’s more fun than most anything ya could do. We do, do well in class.
Now last Sunday we’re learning about Noah and the Ark. We learn about Noah’s sons and their wives and how they all pitched in and helped Noah. How some the neighbors didn’t think it was gona rain and laughed at Noah and his family pretty much all the way up till it started to rain. How Noah and his boys build a boat for all God’s creatures, and God sent the animals and Noah and the boys showed ‘em where to go inside the boat. When all the animals were loaded and it started to rain how they closed the doors and were saved from the flood.
At that point a 4th grader said “Where’re they put the fish?’ I said “they didn’t bring fish” He said “you just said they had two of all the animals, are fish animals?”. I said “fish are animals, they didn’t bring fish.” A 5th grader says “why didn’t Noah just build aquariums in the ark and bring the fish with him”? Another one says “I saw a whale in Florida and the ark can’t be bigger than a whale, so I know why Noah didn’t bring fish, if ya ever see a Killer Whale in Florida you’ll know why Noah didn’t bring the fish too”.
Trying not to laugh out loud, and enjoying every second of the conversation, I suggest that we all just try to think of reasons why Noah didn’t bring the fish into the Ark. The answers were even more heartwarming. If ya ever have an opportunity to talk with 4th and 5th graders at their level, please do so. You’ll remember forever. The reasons why Noah didn’t bring the fish were many, and everybody had a good reason.
“He was afraid that if the fish tank leaked and all the fish water ran out the fish would flop around and the other animals would eat the fish and then we would have no fish today because those two got ate up by bears or something else like that that eats fish. And Noah was not about to have people blaming him for not being able to go fishing after the flood got done ”
“The big fish have to have a lot of room to swim around so if the fish went in the ark somebody would have to not get on the ark, God and Noah wanted everybody to get on the ark so God decided the fish didn’t have to get on the ark if they didn’t want to. And they didn’t want to.”
“God and Noah talked about it and God thought that if it’s going to be a flood anyway why not just leave the fish in the water where they are before the flood. After all a flood is just more water piled on top of your regular water that you already have anyway.”
“Noah told God he didn’t have room for the fish and God told the fish to just follow along under Noah’s Ark during the flood. And go wherever the ark went till Noah told them to stop.”
“Back then when Noah build the ark they didn’t have any fish food like today, so Noah couldn’t bring the fish because he didn’t have anything to feed them. So God told the fish to just stay in the rivers and oceans during the flood but listen to Noah if he wanted them to do something.”
By the end of a most enjoyable class, we all agreed that Noah didn’t need to take the fish. That God took care of the fish during the flood, the same way he took care of all those in the Ark, just the same way he continues to take care of us to this very day.
It was the last proclamation made on Noah and the Ark that made me laugh out loud. A 4th grader said “Boy, I bet the happiest ones that the fish didn’t get to go on the Ark was the worms”. I asked why. “For sure if they had brought the fish on the Ark then one of Noah’s boys would’ve wanted to go fishing someday and everybody knows about fishing with worms.”
With that we said our prayer and ended the class for September 27th 2009.
WOW !! The East Wing is full of new baby kittens. So many I can’t count them all on one hand, had to use 20% of the fingers from the other hand just to count ‘em all. Gray Tiger Cats and Whites.
Thursday evening at about 7:00 PM I let Mama Cass come inside the East Wing for dinner. Come 8 o’clock and time to go back outside, I looked out the window.
It was a dark and stormy night. Too dark and too stormy a night for Mama Cass to go outside in her condition. Ya just don’t just shove pregnant ladies out into the storm. And besides she was not going to have babies for a couple more days, when the full moon came by.
It rained most all that night. When I heard the 1wife exclaim “Oh my God” the next morning before I even got out of bed, she didn’t have to say anymore. After the “Oh my God” my only thought was to the count.
The babies were less than two hours old when I first saw ‘em. They’ve not yet seen me, baby cats don’t open their eyes for 7 days. Sometimes I think the world would be better off if certain people just closed their eyes for 7 days.
Speaking of closed eyes reminds me of an old Chinese Proverb “The eyes see and believe, but the ears may hear others and believe.” A lot of in depth wisdom comes from China of old, a lot of crap comes from China to Wal-Mart today, and we bring it home by the car load.
I’m glad the baby cats were born in the East Wing, there is nothing more precious than being given the opportunity to see new born life, any new born life. Baby animals, baby people, baby anything. It makes ya realize how complex this thing we call life really is. How amazing the process from conception to birth is and the fact that we made it to even be here to think about it in the first place just blows me away. Baby cats or baby people, God never made an ugly one.
After hearing my story of the baby kittens being born in the East Wing, there may be someone who would take the position, oh what a mess, I would never allow that in my house. To such thoughts I’d just say:
I didn’t plan for the babies to be born in the East Wing, GOD DID! I’d prepared a place in the stable (my garage) it was not used by this mother in need who was not accompanied by a husband on this dark and stormy night .
Anytime your worldly possessions become more important than the miracle of life itself, you, brother or sister, have lost your way in this world. You’ve become convinced that what you own is what makes you important. It’s not. It’s what you do to others that makes you important in this life. It’s also what you do to others that will be important in your afterlife.
‘Course if ya don’t believe in God and ya already know you’re going to hell anyway, well I guess you’re the kinda person that gona put Mama Cass out in the rain no matter what. But not to worry, cats are tough and she’ll be ok, but cats do remember.
I’m sure ya heard the expression that elephants never forget. Well the elephants learned that trick a long time ago from the cats, back when the cats were worshiped as Gods in ancient Egypt. The cats didn’t forget about that God Worshiping thing either. Sophia tells me they’re working on a comeback.
The crisp evening air of Autumn makes for a tranquil transition as the nighttime has come upon the East Wing. The 2dogs and 1cat are already curled up and asleep.
The moon is so full it looks like a giant yellow plate in the sky. It’ll be up most all night, if ya read this tonight, go out and look at the moon show. A moon so bright you will cast a shadow on the ground. You’ve heard the old saying “Moon so bright ya could read a newspaper”, when ya go out tonight, take the paper and wear a jacket. It’s worth the trip. Didn’t make it Sunday night? That’s ok, go Monday night and still take the paper and jacket.
My, how time flies when you’re having fun, and your visits are always fun. As usual we’re so glad ya came by and look forward to seeing you again in the East Wing.
Stay safe in Baghdad, South Iraq, and Afghanistan
From the East Wing Fishing on the Ark with Noah and new babies in the East Wing
I wish you well,
BobbyRay
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