Its all a bit mixed up, this game of life. High and low. Dark and light. Confusion abound. Escalators for the mind body and soul.
Our journey requires us to board rolling, narrow tracks of stairs, that bring us dangerously close to ripping off our limbs and end abruptly with steel gnashing teeth that churn anyone still afoot into chum. you must jump at just the right moment so as to end up on steady land, and not in the jaws of the metal devil himself. Its A jarring experience for me everytime, no matter how many times ive take the trip. When movement must be made, risk must be had.
Odie wants to know which of you is Ready to Enjoy the ride.
O and om
here we sit again. odie and odiemama. enthralled that the passing of time can happen so quickly with so little ado. no fanfare. no blaring trumpets. no bells or whistles. just serenity, albeit on the outskirts of our singularity. our feet and hands be still, but our minds still race and run with the idea of making all anew. changing ourselves. to change the word. schemes and dreams. visions and decisions. locations and vocations.
odie, “run free. like horsey. yes.”
odie mama, “Yes odie. your boiled-down-to-the-bones directive shall be followed. hopefully by us, the stagnant ones. but before we can go out to play in the daisies, theres just the bit about your leash training,you getting those updated brain damage inducing immunizations, you adding on that all important rabies shot, and the discussions about avoiding the poisonous sweet pea plant growing just outside the back door. if you eat it, you die.”
odie, “Eve survived.”
odie mama, “She did? and at what cost, i ask?”
odie, “Thats the grand question. who might be able to answer? how bout you mama dearest? i see you standing there. all hairless except for choice places. all proud and lanky on those 2 skinny legs of yours. everything hidden beneath modest coverings. to hide your born in shame no doubt. me. im just here. 4 legs. still naked. and not minding a minute of it except for the cold. shouldnt you be able to answer this question more than i. you sure look more like her than me?”
odiemama, “Shall i pass you that mirror of scrutiny, dr?”
odie, “loved that movie..”
odie. “i did too. now pay attention will ya? you yourself are hairy in only choice regions. youre thin as a whisper. bandy could be your nickname. even your tail, though handsome, is no bigger than the common rat’s – thin enough to be counted as non existent by most breeding standards. just an f.y.i. - my tails remnants sit at the end of my spine. also, ive put many a cute sweater on you – not to hide your shame (you’re too bold to have any) but to keep you warm just as i like to be kept. so here we sit face to face. both a bit like eve before the apple. hairless. tailless for all intents and purposes. magnificently equal in many ways, except in humor which we already agree i excel at. Im able to walk on 2 legs without begging and can wipe my ass of my own accord, but that doesnt mean i have the answers to those tricky questions any more than you. i wish one of us did. we would be worth a lot of money to the other uprighters and fully tailed fur covered cats scurrying around this place.”
odie, “your skills of sophistry (aka deception) shall serve us well all the same. might even make us rich.”
odiemama. “true. if we ever find a paying profession. nonetheless, i still cant answer the grand question.”
odie, “nor can i, i rightly admit. so who does know?”
odie mama, “Depends which side we ask i suppose.”
odie, “i say flip a coin madame. for the jokes always been on us and id like to see what either side has to say about that fact.”
odiemama, “youre a clever bastard, arent you!”
odie, “the finest bred. here. use this nickle ive been saving for the last couple of years. i was waiting for just the right moment. i think now is the prime occasion, dont you?”
odie mama, “One whole five cent piece. for such a grand question. well arent you the little spend all gentleman!”
odie, “If you see any pockets on this body of mine let me know and ill pull out a ben franklin. sheesh. humans.”
odie mama, “I was kidding, sort of. though i shouldnt joke. you’re being more than generous and that small coin shall suffice.
odie,”It better. do you have any idea where ive been hiding that piece for the last 3 years? well ill tell you. ive been hiding it in none other than my…”
odie mama, “woah buddy. some secrets need not be revealed. even on this insightful eyeopener of a blog. you know we have a staggeringly large audience now that numbers above 700 patrons. cant go telling everybody.”
odie, “thats awesome. about the numbers. but your point is?”
odiemama, “do you really want your little secret revealed to that many people”
odie, “well not everyone knows what im talking about all the time. im subtle. so without further ado here it goes. Have you seen “Papillion?”
odiemama, “oh my. yes. yes i have.”
odie, ” see thats all i was going to say. our initiates will know what it means.”
odie mama, “thats what im afraid of. im gonna go wash my hands now. and grab a clean quarter for this coin flip. just out of respect. if you dont mind.”
odie, “i dont mind at all. when youre done with my savings id appreciate it back? its good to clean it every once in a while before you put it back in its hiding place. which now ill have to change.”
odiemama. “umm. yeah. good thinking.”
odie, “see you on the flip side. ha.”
o and om
hello all. heres a nice ocean pic. looks like its pretty warm out there in this photo. a lot warmer than o and om are here in chi town. right now its a balmy negative 15. that aint a typo. odie thinks this weather is worth drinking a gallon of rum over.and blacking out for 4 weeks. and waking up when it gets above freezing. like the end of april. i agree. but weve abstained from making a pirates night of it all for reasons that.. actually for no particular reason whatsoever. and were not even sure why that is. we could have really blown a rum soaked hole right through the middle of this deep freeze depression the midwest has succumbed to- the depression thats taken us right along with it. but alas. we’ve remained head squarely on shoulders. and aren’t faring too badly for it.
if you’re in the upper part of the lower 48 we hope you are enjoying the polar vortex with us and that all this chilled joy its bringing you breathless memories that you haven’t you’ll never forget – if you’ve refused to drink them into oblivion. you’ll certainly have them for the next 60 years. i think thats a real possibility considering how truly cold and snowy its been.
have a great one.
o and om
Still glacial cold in chicago. Hugs from the deep freeze meat locker of the midwest. In 5 days perhaps things will be on the up and up.
May you all remain cozy amd warm, but never too hot. And may all your greatest dreams come true.
Hugs amd namaste,
O amd om
We present “moon over the plain”
Wow. We love this pic. Wonder which parts are real and which are compositions using illustration and real photography, or if its all drawn. Any ideas? We still love it no matter how it came to be in the matrix.
Art is By Maggie-me. For more of this artists graphic work visit the site linked below:
Hugs, o and om