“Judge not, lest thou be judged.” Not sure what book of the Bible that phrase is from, not sure why it matters. But the phrase matters. It matters a lot ’n that’s all I’m gonna say about it….
You ever hear anyone say, ‘easy as pie’….well, making a pie ain’t easy at all, it’s darn hard but, eating a pie, that’s a whole ‘nother ballgame…Millyrose made me an apple pie before she took off for Disneyland Thursday…it lasted clear up to this afternoon….making a pie requires talent whilst eating one only requires a bit of hunger…or as my Aunt Mary use’ta say after a meal, “I’m not hungry now but I’ll have just a little piece of that pie just for the taste.”
Late afternoon, Sati’day…just back from walkin’ da boyz…down to the end of the street is a couple white roosters that sumbody dropped off…sometimes it takes awhile for those concrete streeters to figure out that roosters ain’t never gonna lay eggs for ‘em….anyhow, they’re tame ’n not really scared of da boyz ’n have taken up residence outside the firehouse…one of the firemen feeds ‘em ’n has named one of them, Walter…I can’t tell which is which so I just call the two of them, Harry ’n Walter…
The names come from an old movie that I can’t recall except for the title, “Harry and Walter go to New York”…I guess I really should google it….
Harry and Walter Go to New York is a 1976 American period comedy film written by John Byrum and Robert Kaufman, directed by Mark Rydell, and starring James Caan, Elliott Gould, Michael Caine, Diane Keaton, Charles Durning and Lesley Ann Warren…
Good cast but I still can't remember the movie...'n Google gave me more information than any of us prob’ly ever wanted…anyhow, leaf blowers going up ’n down the street…I wuz doing pretty well until Millyrose called me from Disneyland ’n while I wuz on the phone, I saw the leaves drifting down faster’n I could gather ‘em up…’n I still got to pick the durn things up ’n put ‘em in the can…ah well, Indian summer is still one of the nicest times of the year ’n raking leaves ain’t near as hard as chopping out the roots of the damned Chinese stink tree….at my age, I don’t work too hard but I try to make up for it by not working too long either…also…whatever….
I’m waiting for the time change….Fall forward comin’ up…it don’t confuse me any more than it does da boyz….I’m curious what it’s gonna mean for the upstairs cat…she likes to be fed at 6 in the morning ’n 6 in the evening’n I expect she could get churlish about it if I didn’t get up ’n feed her…cats are a lot more demanding than dogs…’course, she’s just a temporary upstairs cat but I’m kind’a getting used to her….she’s black as can be with not a speck of white anywhere and she keeps the darn squirrels away…did’ja know squirrels love to sneak into houses…worse’n damn raccoons….anyway, she ain’t ours, we’re just cat-sitting temporarily…
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