Solstice snuggles

Happy end of winter. Hope you all get your snuggles in before spring. 

O and om 🐱 🐰 🐼 🐻 :) ♡ 


Unbelievable Midwestern weather: chicago chicanery

Dearest odyssians,
We just left a warm weather paradise (florida) to return home…thinking it wouldn’t be this ba’d. The numbers from earlier in the week fooled us. We thought it would only be as cold as zero. ..
Of course we were Rendered instantly mute as the airports sliding doors opened..and artic winds froze the
surprised expression on my face into a grimaced snarl. and theres more relentless cold to come, as the above pic painfully points out.
Not even 14 hand knit sweaters layered as skilled upon the body as a mummy cats wrappings could keep odie warm in this hell freeze. Good thing he never left home..
I do think he would have loved miami as much as I did.
O (wisely without her muse -om)

amazing nature landscapes: the cold is (never) at bay

Dearest odyssians,

We are joining you again from the depths of frigid winter in the midwest. ive got the heat cranked up to 75 and have on head to toe layers indoors. Odie is wearing his new fave sweater with mickey mouse on it. lets just say hes down the with program – of the season.

we really cant be sure how earlier civilizations survived winters here without k2 hyperwarm mounting climbing arctic coats and hot cocoa with extra whip… but somehow they did. then they were run out by those who set up slap board wooden houses, burned them down, set up skyscrapers and voila! there are millions of us here having a sh*t great time of it all. tis the season to layer, and face cover, and hand cover, and leg warmer… though no shoe nor boot nor thermal underwear onesie can really absolve this type of cold.

why didnt our forefathers migrate away from here forever and put up warning sides that read “beware all future migrants who deign to make longterm shelter here. you will curse yourselves for the decision for the rest of your earthly days and your ancestors shall curse you for the decision forever -between the dates of sept 1 and may 1. just so you know. have a nice day.”

the summer is really not long enough to justify the caca of spring fall and winter that surround her short season so. much better to be a seminole than an illinois during winter, id say. no disrespect to any tribes in the making of this judgement which is about location.

not everyone feels this way. ive heard a few say “i love the cold” from their heated armchair before a roaring fireplace drinking hot toddys and wearing fur lined bear skin slippers. but hey…me not being able to take this might just come across as me being irascible me and not me and my inability to keep warm when its negative 10 outside.

“its irascible you.” – odie

“thanks for the support.” – odiemama

enough about the weather. we are here. we are stuck. for the duration of the season. hoping to finally break free of illinois winters once and for all – not thru death or destruction, but through a preemptive strike aka move to a warmer locale.

stay inside. stay warm. save the skin on your face and hands for another summer. and grab the hot buttered rum to dull all other pains and ills associated with the season,

good tidings to all,


O and OM

** extra credit. is that ice in the pic above, or just fluvials? drop me a line and let us know…

amazing nature landscapes: nebulum (+ we missed you)

dearest odyssians,


whats on the horizon…?

storms or sleep… only odysseus can help us decide. i have a feeling hell say sleep. hes always right. as right as rain.

hugs, o and om

we were far away and missed you all terribly. hope to check up on all of your great posts in the next few days. happy early thanksgiving…

unique lightning desert landscapes: apricot burnt orange salmon coral tangerine lightning (maybe even some yellow snuck in)

dearest odyssians,

tangerine peach apricot salmon burnt orange coral lightningour journey continues. in much the zig zag manner. odie and i are not sure where we’ve sailed to just yet this last week, but maybe when we hit shore well find out where the time went. have a feeling that by the time we do hit shore, tail first,  theyll tell us that time isnt real. theyre already telling us taht. so heres my final sign off statement. by the time odie and i hit shore, tail first, as planned, we will have realized that time, as they always said it was, is irrelevant. and the only thing that matters is matter itself.

i think i made my very own “clever” right there.

ooops. now odie say, “no… youre wrong. for it is not matter that matters, but energy.?”

good place to stop is right here. in the matrix. all five walls intact.

good night odyssians. sleep well. we hope you rise refreshed  in the morning to face the matrix anew.

hugs and hugs,

o and his faithful transcriber, om.

beautiful lightning cloud images: the color of the storm

dearest odyssians,

lightning cloud color

its raining dogs and dogs (odie knows it could never rain cats) here in our small carved out corner of the midwest. but we are ok with the spring storm. actually only odie mama is ok with all the loud clashes and bright flashes being forced by zeus’ almight hands from the sky.

odie usually bolts for cover (that cant be the right word, but somehow it is ) when he hears loud booms of thunder. today hes here with me as we blog bedside. that being said, though he is on the bed instead of under it, i dont think hell sleep well tonight even so. im still proud of him because he’s managing his fear far better than when i first brought him here from new york.  when that first clash of lighting hit the night of the first major storm  i didnt see odie for an hour. he was that scared!

on a blog related note, the storm allows us to post a really cool pic we’ve been holding in our  personal matrix database for awhile. its all about timing. thats one hell of  a storm pic by the way. if i saw something like that id grab odie and hide way underground like a mole… hoping we wouldnt be torn away and cast as fish food to the flying monkeys in the land of oz. theres enough bat sh*t crazy here on earth to keep us more than busy – we dont need any damn spectacular  tornados blowing through here..

hugs and hugs. stay dry and warm where ever you are.

love O and his