Skritchy Scrawl

Paper ‘n’ Iron
(Iron and paper)
For when it speak(ers) it to your ears yet epiphany is otherwise wordless

I’m wondering in sometimes sunshine why I’m not well over over neck deep in the rain possible (I live in Tampa Florida – there is a storm blocked by a little band of cross currents winds from being thoroughly up my nose). I’m not so sure this is not a time to to blasphemously responsible forthe entirety of grand dry fortunes ;). Otherwise I’ve had quite enough of the wet blanket worries (beach no bleach that blanket BINGO!) over hopes for the future.

I sat up – a party of myself- chasing dawn.

Even sleeping on it brought me no new answer.


KNock On Wood

Go on, Smile up
Stare the whale in the eye
Try anyway, pup

Appliance maintenance began with a mid project chat (job interview #2 this week) at work for wallet fattening scheduling. I hear joy in some moments truly yay as they stab me through the heart proving I’m one step further forever hosed and yet? Smile up. It’s not likely any home run movement but many a whack at it (life) to run just maybe gaining the supposed prize. Yes I watched baseball if you can’t tell- much grass grew. And, if I can’t share joy – awwwwwww what a bummer I’d be! But oh yeah, that moment the ball is in play- CRACK! Comes the thought back as it’s towards the stars and the dream in flight far far farther itty bitty now the dream. (Ball). And oh heh!

There’s soft scrub for the stains and baked in bits. There’s oven it better than the self clean ash not quite all but now can be. There’s steel wool for the bottom to scrub up bright. There’s ammonia to make fridge funk less a slime on the eating right. But most of all? There’s being in the way a bit to make next days magically easier. To fight the hunk of now. To win both today’s and tomorrow. To wonder what feng Shui chats make it work out the right way. To let go enough to allow hope to thrive.

Now the joy isn’t a dopamine rush of a gold nugget- no! The hope is to push the edges back enough to brighten in seratinin’s confidence it’s a good step to lighten if temporarily the way. As I can put in some! Or?

A lil Casablanca cacophony’s click –



A cuddle sounds cozy
Breathing in closeness’ scents
Sunrise blooming rosy


Somewhere in the night

After watching child stars no longer with us, a kickstarter plea for mo’ dough for the show!, 3 infomercials in a row! And as usual- dreaming food… I think it’s safe to state that it was a mistake being awake at 3 am.

I failed to get my lion of Judah afghan for my generous support of the Jewish voice ministries. Sometimes one feel like quite the bleep hole for not having sixty bucks free and far more rudely knowing it’s sad as I develop a sales plan for supporting a book of mine due to arrive – that I too must carefully squeeze some of you! Hopefully I’m gracious.
I disliked the deja vu of religious pleas for dough. However, perhaps you too will head the call for world aid.

I then most heinously failed to get a traeger grill for all my now non existent wood smoked pizzas. There will now also be deprivations of smoked eggs too. I will admit that while it wasn’t a grill but a fireplace/ pellet stove, I sure did glow when that safe efficient thing fired up and oo lala as I was less an ice cube. But for now I can’t justify a traeger grill. is another fine! Failure of acquisition. I didn’t buy my supply of onega xl from the pristine waters of new zeal and. It is not a fish oil! (Apparently it’s made of shelly things ocean).

I guess it was combo platter medical concerns infomercial night!

More on my book as it’s due in my hands maybe today!