Posted by Patron Saint of Knives on August 17, 2012 · 1 Comment
Anatomy of a Joke I am nothing if not an observer of human nature. It is not only essential to what I do for a living as Security in a hospital environment, but it is endlessly entertaining. Last year, in a kind of fit of nostalgia I had a red dragon, taken from an old … Continue reading →
Filed under Found Things, growing up, Humor, jokes, Tradition, Treasure hunting, tricks, Uncategorized, Yard Sales · Tagged with Bargaining, buddha, conversation, Dogs, dragons, Found things, Growing up, hobbies, Humor, jokes, learning, Love, meeting people, strange country, tradition, treasure, treasure hunt, Treasure hunting, unexpected surprises, Yard sales
I have always believed that life is full of extraordinary coincidences and small miracles. They surround us in a series of bright moments that mostly pass by unseen and un-noticed, it’s like walking through a forest filled with magic and wonder, while most of the time we only watch the path and the foot prints … Continue reading →
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The Yard Sale Gods cooperated nicely this last weekend and the weather was nearly perfect for an exuberance of stuff. The season is still young and looking for sales is a little bit like walking in the garden and looking for new shoots, there are plenty to go around, but the ground is not yet … Continue reading →
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Several weeks ago, after work, I went out to my eccentric little Tea House to commune with the cold Winter’s ire and when I went to turn on the lights, nothing happened. The fountain out there was not running either and I have it set so that it is supposed to go on when I … Continue reading →
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Yes, I know, I know, Doggerel is a miserable form of communication, but I am no good at Haiku and the dogs don’t understand me anyway. At least it’s short and quick! We insist on playing in the snow! It’s nearly April don’tcha know, It’s really not supposed to snow. And though it’s truly not … Continue reading →
Posted by Patron Saint of Knives on February 29, 2012 · 2 Comments
Life here at the Ocular Edifice is, more or less a circus of animals. There are the 5 chickens, which scratch randomly about their coop in an inoffensive and generally entertaining manner and deliver us enough green eggs to satisfy our needs and still have enough left over to give some to friends and neighbors. … Continue reading →
Posted by Patron Saint of Knives on February 19, 2012 · 2 Comments
Some of you may know that I lived for many years in Japan, teaching English, writing for newspapers, and making masks. It was a strange country… that place of the rising mists. There was a mix of the sublime mysterious temples and the steep narrow streets. The cherry trees, heavy with subtle blossoms, and the ancient … Continue reading →
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Posted by Patron Saint of Knives on February 12, 2012 · 1 Comment
If Murphy were a Bigger dog, he’d probably rule the world. He’d chase it round the universe and bite it as it twirled. He wouldn’t care for politics, he wouldn’t care for war. He only cares for playing, for that’s what dogs are for.
It is still winter here in the great Northwest. The garden is a sodden wreck, the ground saturated and most of the plants are either dormant in the earth or stripped bare of their foliage. My banana trees are still wrapped in their winter cloak of black plastic and fiberglass insulation, and this most recent … Continue reading →
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I will admit that doggerel is one of the lowest forms of communication, even when the topic is (appropriately), dogs. Unfortunately I have a weakness for the form, which coupled with a fairly juvenile sense of humor creates some rather interesting outcomes. I get these silly ideas and can hardly restrain myself from playing them … Continue reading →