July 1, 2011
by jhon baker
All the raccoons seem to die in my backyard. There are now two perished which I will have to bury later today. K came in the bedroom weeping over the deaths. She is a mother and feels for the mother and children of all animals. Her compassion, sometimes hidden, has always made her beautiful.
nature has a way of knocking the wind out of you.
Ukulele’s are a blast to play.
County stickers are due to be on vehicles today – I suppose I ought to go get one or two.
I’ve no interest in the goings on of wall street thought, again, I ought.
Now I need some wood, paint and a few other things that will go unmentioned as they are interesting only to myself and voyeurs.
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May 4, 2010
by jhon baker
So happy that post 101 worked out that I thought there should be another.
Animal control doesn’t knock – just calls through the screen “did someone here call animal control?”
I show him to the dead raccoon which was alive when I called and has since been shot twice by a .22, the agent gingerly took him away and asked about exposure to any of us or the cats, no exposure and the dead animal can skip the after death humiliation of rabies testing. Upon hearing the description of it’s pre-demise actions I am told that it had distemper and I am now more relieved that I ended it’s misery not getting bitten in the process.
buddha with bullets.
enough
there’s not enough of me to love you.
as there is not enough of you to be loved.
this is a declaration.
these are my parting words for you.
now go!
depart!
– Hoc Scripsi
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