Well Thats Good


I have not been as active on my blog as I have been in the past and I thought at first that I had become wondering-deficient. It was not until I stepped away from the great carnival that occurs in the U.S. every four years ( there is a lesser one every two years for those who suffer withdrawals ) that I realized my process of ” wondering why” had not disappeared it had merely been inundated with sloppy political brew. Upon that realization and having taken an “everyday life” shower to rid myself of the cloying scent of ” election projection” I experienced a sort of “wonderment revival”, and felt the need to speak out and be heard, to be laughed with and at, and to attempt clarification of the biological and literalogical? conundrum involving taste, smell, good and well. What the hell, here we go and lets all hope this turns out swell!

We all know that our overall sense of taste depends a great deal on our sense of smell, right? So that means that if we do not smell good then of course our food will not taste good. Or in other words if we do not taste good then we are not smelling well. If this happened to me, should I then go to my Dr. and ask her to taste me so as to determine if I was well enough to smell, or would that only indicate that smelling good was merely a precursor to tasting good or would I really be visiting the wrong office? Since tasting good is really not the puzzle I was hoping to solve; since eating was the thing I wanted involved, I think I’ll tackle (football season in America) the problem from another direction.

I wish to eat and I want to enjoy my dinner. I want my food to taste good. If that is to occur then I must smell well. Do I need to go back to the Dr. who can tell me if I smell well enough to taste good, or does she even care, just as long as I don’t smell so bad that she can stand to be close enough to tell if I indeed do smell well.[ BTW Can a Dr. tell if you are well by the way you smell? I only know one way to smell and that is through my nose and if that is not good enough to tell, oh well!]

Huh! So far I still have not eaten , I do not know if the food tastes, let alone smells, good , or well ; I don’t even know if I am well enough to tell, and if I were to tell the Dr. that she smells well, would she ever see me again ? Or would I have to wait until I tasted good enough to smell well then make another appointment or should I take  chance that I will taste well enough to smell my way to the restaurant and just make a reservation ?  If I made a reservation would anybody come?    If it smelled good maybe?……….. Should I ask the Dr. to marry me ?

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Magnetically drawn into the fray

The time was down for us to play

Electric sounds that threatened to pound

The gyrating souls deep down into the ground

Every one lives on the edge of a knife

Dancing and balancing, living their life

The copper conductor waving his wand

Contributes to the eclectic bonds

tying the dancers, till the moon goes down,

Keeping all safe till the sun comes around.

Only in my dreams


There is a place in my dreams where I end up sometimes and visit with people who I have known or know or, sometimes, just met. A kind of a shop space where “work” may be done, or projects of ambiguous nature started. [since nothing there ever seems to get finished]. This is a place open to any be they alive or departed or once forgotten.[ A few I have seen who I do not remember having met ! ]

My Dad shows up from time to time and advises me when things do not seem to be working out well. In retrospect it is an amazing thing that he can speak and converse with me. Odd, because before he passed he had no voice, as cancer had taken his larynx. My Mother does not stop by too often and I do not know why, She is welcome whenever she has time to pop in. I suppose she must be too busy singing hymns somewhere [ she really enjoyed that on Earth] to mess with someone on the temporal plane.

I have an old boss who pops in occasionally and though I respect his opinions of the work being done, we generally just talk about other workers proclivities toward the labor and discuss fishing and weather. Brothers and friends yet living stop by and no small number of folks it seems, who have since moved on to more permanent pastures and amazingly lucid [at times much confusing] conversations are had; subjects and conclusions of which had never before been discussed are batted about in ways that had never happened in the real world.

Of course the weather greatly affects the way business is conducted around this garage, especially since the structure is constantly undergoing construction or reconstruction. [ the weather can have ideas of its own] Sometimes damages get fixed or remodels finished but many times an exit is as likely to be a window opening that is never quite the same size or a gap between the roof and the walls may have to suffice when egress or exit is required in a thrice.Stairs and hallways constantly  get repositioned  there!

Transportation comes in all possible and impossible configurations and mutations, and folks do not always appear to be as I had remembered them , but the space is mine, and though I never get to choose when the place will be in use, I am always happy when I awake and realize We had spent time together there !

Expain this !


September twenty seventh rolled in and immediately staked the claim

of the coolest day the year had seen , at least since the time I was a teen,

The sun arose, so glorious, then faded into clouds,

But midmorning came and turned the clouds around.

Our small family met in the city park for lunch and games

And conversation, and to get to know some new relations.

At home a pleasant day was had trimming the yard in the midst

of favorite football teams racking up some yards. [Americans!?]

Then in the evening after dinner, when the sun slipped down so helter skelter,

We grabbed lawn chairs and slipped to the back lawn, not needing any shelter.

The harvest moon arose and huge it seemed, cause the orbit was closer

Than its usually been. Then the neighbors came out of their houses to watch

The harvest moon at near equinox. The show started slowly so slowly it seemed,

But rapidly gained its momentum till adults and children quieted and gleaned

The essence of now was now indeed, and the sun and the moons alignment

seemed interrupted when the Earth slid between , and cast its great shadow

On the lunar landscape, and nearly put out the lights of the super moons show!

And slowly the umbra crept across the face, of the man in the moon,

Till it had made the case, that the moonglow was gone and the children raced

Indoors to bed, perhaps for school, but the red of the eclipse put them all off their pace,

And their minds would not know till all had talked face to face.

That natures call had brought them to a place where wonders abound

And that reality bore the proclivity to be round.

Cool, Huh !

200 or bust!


I nearly let my 200th post go by unnoticed! Though this is not an extraordinary accomplishment, The number seems to qualify this as a stepping stone of sorts. I may have kept banging on these keys and achieved this number, but I know that having many distinguished readers reading and liking my style of writing, as it is, compelled me to write and read the blogs inherent on this forum.

Ok, now that the fuss and bluster are done, I must decide what to write about on this most illustrious occasion! A love poem perhaps?

The noble eagles in flight across the blue, cloud studded skies cannot see what I see when I gaze into your eyes. Of emerald green or dark naughty bronze or sapphire brilliant, I can rise no higher, for past the hue of the outward eye, the third eye that peers out and sees my soul, makes me whole and sets my heart afire!

A philosophic statement of sorts may fill the bill.

We can do much better than run from zombies. After all they walk soo.. sl.o..w …l….y!

We must not ,however, ignore Real danger! We should muster our forces into a large safe spot, gather together in a line, squat low to the ground with our heads between our knees, and kiss our cowardly asses good-bye! [ I know, not much of a philosophy , is it? ]

Or I possibly could toss words around till they fall into form and lie properly and neatly to form a story of sorts.

Great torchieres cast phenomenal shadows beyond the planets’ orbit till, blotted by the solar light, a reversing polarity hums them hither to scare our children into eating their supper!

Mayhap the answer lies within a comment made simply to crawl under the skin.

” Do you itch? Man I sure do! It must be them oak mites that been chewin’ on folks for the past couple o’ years! Man I sure do itch! Want me ta scratch yer back for yeh?”

Well , the gist is taken, and I really must say, I have written better and had more to say,but that was a while back during better days. That being said, I would like you to know how I appreciate all who write their ideas and experiences down for me to learn from and enjoy.   And the appreciation for those who read other authors’ ideas and ideals are equally loved by bloggers , novice or professional!  Thanks y’all! williamleeone     ; )