Crooked path

John Prine wrote the line about "it's a crooked piece of time that we live in". John Prine is a personal hero because he makes words dance. If you can make them dance you can mesmerize me. It's really pretty simple like that. OK... shiny objects kinda grab my attention, too.

My cats do not agree with my rules for being outside. They let me know that. Often. However, if they follow the rules I leave them alone. So they maintain the boundries of what I consider proper feline outdoor decorum pretty well these days. The neighbors are having less and less opportunity to joke about my "running of the cats". The cats call it a compromise...for now. I'll consider it sucessful training. And we will maintain this somewhat shakey truce we have going on here.

Keeping with the "crooked" theme, and really, crooked is a pretty great descriptor, here we go. Something from the archives:

A Crooked Path You’ll Wander

Wasn't worth the time it took
Time it was just wasted
I've looked for what I'd like to find
And fruits of life I've tasted

You've come and gone with much disdain
Of everything I've stood for
What I learned is that your word,
Was not what you were good for

Makes me smile to think a while
On what we almost finished
On what we did we meant to do
And what we did we didn't

So if a crooked path you choose
A crooked path you’ll wander
From point to point and in between
Don’t make the heart grow fonder

Wasn't worth the time it took
Time it was just wasted
I've looked for what I'd like to find
And fruits of life I've tasted

I’ve called out names in dark of night
That lasted but a moment
Pleasures that burned hotly bright
And turned on kisses stolen

You've come and gone with much disdain
Of everything I've stood for
What I learned is that your word,
Was not what you were good for

So you can take the games you’ve played
Spread out across the table
And move the pieces where you want
Wherever you are able

‘Cause if a crooked path you choose
A crooked path you’ll wander
From point to point and in between
Don’t make my heart grow fonder

Ed
Colorado Springs / Yokosuka

Some hair over the rain's bow, out
Ramblin' Ed