Froggie

There was a tinge of green, right around where gills would be if the Teahead had been a fish. But of course, the Teahead of the August Moon was a fully mammalian human, and the concoction on his face was the latest attempt to correct an unfortunate complexion that periodically oozed zits.

The Green Can

Most cats do not scintillate as conversationalists. Then there are the Carreras cats. They've been asked their opinion so often that by the time they reach feline adulthood, you wish that they'd shut their traps.

Misspent

I have not always been a paragon of good taste, sensibilities, or behavior. Emphasize behavior, please. You could have described me as a cad, inappropriate, and always a sinner. I understood the feelings of Saint Augustine when he stated that "…it was wicked, but I loved it."

Folly

Folly has gotten a bum rap. I mean, take a look at all the advice people get about the joyful misadventures of youth, "that was just folly; you should have known better."

Specialty work

I have a protocol for handling people with outrageous projects and complex designs. It's all cash upfront, paid design time at a high rate, and all change orders in writing. It wasn't that I was out to fleece my customers; it was to render moot speculative projects that would never go anywhere.

Footloose

At a certain period of my life, I was a known peripatetic -cosmopolitan brother of the road, nomad, itinerant, and just plain unsettled. I was told by several willowy slender beauties that my inconstancy of abode was a significant issue in forming and maintaining relationships.

Focus

I have to be careful this time of year. It is neither prudent nor provident to allow myself to become fixated on one thing. Winter has a lot to do with this. January is my usual month to sit in the office, cogitate, plan, imagine, and create new fancies from whole cloth.

Jug

was preparing to take out the recycle bin when this "dead soldier" caught my eye. The bottle is an empty jug of spiced rum that powered my don't drink and then drive fruitcake. Momentarily I was transported to my early days. I took the cap off and began blowing an accompaniment to Washington at Valley Forge, a perennial favorite of 1960's jug bands.

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