Prestoni'sPlace

Rambles of a demented soul. Leading a quiet life on the rock, with dogs and chickens. Have been on the planet almost 7 decades. Born in the depression, been through some more in better times, but have survived pretty much intact physically. Born an artist, have done music, art, drafting, cooking at various times in sequential decades. I am fascinated with geology, and consider myself a fossil...... will die an artist. Artists don't retire. Nothing to retire from!!!!!!

Friday, October 15, 2010

October 15th, 2010



Before the light arrives in the early AM.... like old Mother Hubbard, I went to the cube yard to get my doggie a bone, but when I got there, the cupboard was full and confusing, so I just said "fuck it" and the dog got none. she would eat the cat food, but I just realized that I could build a cat-feeding station beyond her reach....

I am watching some seriously fucked up things on Tumbler. must watch that... my old mind probably does not need that.... fading fast... must go to NC Thanksgiving. Pray that Bert is still with us then... must go visit... will go cook for Alice.

Maury said he talked to a barred owl this morning. I think owls say: "who-cooks-for-you" I have a horned owl near by... have not seen her in a while... or heard her, as a matter of fact, but next time will try to get it to respond. Maury says he will try a different tone of voice next time... lower. More male....

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