Sleeping on the job for Caturday

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“There is nothing more invigorating than taking a nice long nap at work” Gun Roswell

Sleeping on the job for Caturday

The shop had been quite busy most of the day, then again, it wasn’t unexpected as it was Saturday, after all, the best selling day of the week. Usually those shoppers at work during the rest of the week, liked to spend their one day of free, looking for that perfect bargain, even if it meant hopping from one establishment to the other. Simply to find that one special treasure of a thing, even if there was no need or even use other than money spend. It was an odd trait of these dwellers of this place, but hey, when in Rome, was the motto, for these bipeds hauling their heavy shopping bags until they started to pant. And even after then, having a moment to exhale, the same rounds continued all day long.

But, it was already late in the afternoon, and the owner cat of the one establishment, had had his share of the hurried atmosphere. After al, it wasn’t easy to keep an eye on them all, as it was the one single job he needed to do, making sure, all was up to par, pulling out the charms, while his keeper did the bidding for the customers. I was amazing how much money they buyers were willing to spend, when this furry feline went purring them to greet. It wasn’t such a big feat for him, as he was a natural crowd pleaser and rarely, did he fail in his particular task, as most hoomans loved him to pat and rub. And when their moods got all better, all the shiny things in the shop turned to desirable treasures, presented to others as treats unmeasured.

So, just another busy Saturday, thought the feline of this establishment. Then, finding a quiet corner, before laying down, for a nap much deserved after patrolling these, stuff filled grounds.

Reaching for the skies and extended life, island style

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“The old buildings are fascinating on so many levels” Gun Roswell 

Reaching for the skies and extended life, island style

On the very much deserted island, there is still some life left, as the breathing wooden buildings, tell their stories without yielding, to the inevitable decay, but standing tall against all odds nature might throw their way. Built a century ago, for those, whom dared to venture out in the unknown, life in the wild, or at least that is what it was like, back then, as this barren place was certainly not a heaven’s sent. So today only the wooden made shacks remain, to tell the story of the past, which should only in the history books last. Alas, the houses have decided differently, remaining in tact stubbornly, as if nothing, human or nature can do, to make them in the mood, of giving in. No, the are a testament to anyone, proof of durability that can, surpass time and space, as they stay, now and forever, the same.

In the middle of a snow stormy night 

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“Standing in a snow storm in the middle of the night, even if the ground is so totally shiny white, there is no way to find a way home, tonight” Gun Roswell 

In the middle of a snow stormy night 

The snow all around me, it is all I can see, as even the familiar home street, looks so strange to me. Navigation all but gone, but I have to stay strong, so not to steer wrong, as all the bright whiteness around me, is causing havoc on my senses, and I feel helpless as I am not able to see ahead, even in this supposed brightness. The coldness seething through my clothing, despite the thermal folding, but to hope I am holding, trying to figure out away, to get back on track and be on my way, back home. But feelings of all alone, in the snowy dessert, I am getting less and less confident in my own abilities, and near by there are no facilities, to have a respite, while waiting for the bulk of it, to pass by. As he storm keeps on, I wander further away, fatigue coming on and then, I know the drain of the effort is too much and Roth that last thought, I stumble down to the ground. Tired, cold and shell shocked, I close my eyes and remain lying on the very place I dropped. It could not be stopped and as I freeze, close to death, seemingly nothing left, I see it, the sign, slightly buried, but mostly fine. The address I had been looking for, is under the snow stored and with my last strength I push up to full length and start walking again, towards the direction the sign states. With only the hope on my side, in the middle of the open white and wide, I know I can finally find my way back, home, even if it may take a while too long. Thinking as I move slowly, damn the storm, for I, am still, strong. 

Patterns in anarchy

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“I love the colours of the odd patterns, all mashed up together, true chaos and anarchy that is, some call it art though“ Gun Roswell

Patterns in anarchy

The patterns on the snow, formed together an abstract image, of a smiling face, in al the rainbow colours, thus closing the invisible line of the scrimmage taking place when several critics go into battle about the meaning of art, yes well, this could be the start, of something pretty chaotic, which someone may want to immortalise into a painting of sorts and to top it all, it will be featured in a gallery, near you, but only for a chosen few.

The patterns on the water glistening in the warms sunlight on the surface of the poolside, out on the patio, quite wide, and as you keep on glaring further more, you start to feel the chaos building within you, soon enough, the need to rage against the machine or at least, some of those art critiques, stating your water pictures so cool and colourful, were really not art work at all, but just some insta snaps someone could fall for.

The patterns all bottled up, on the shelves, until it is time to popup the corks and start pouring all the awaiting glasses full, of liquid, in so many colours, the drinks looking rather exotic, but be warned as to taking a sip, or two, you might just fall into a state of anarchy, before on the floor you fall, and that is a risk you will take, when taking part in an artistic exhibition made out of coloured water in glass bottles, just for the heck of it all.

May the 4th be with you, always!

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“When nine hundred years old you reach, look as good you will not.” Yoda

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May the 4th be with you, always!

In a galaxy far far away
To the dark side you may stray
Because you just wanted a holiday
A little weekend escape
With the stormtroopers parade
Just stay in the shade

But after hanging out with Vader
He would surely be the traitor
Hogging all the toilet paper
And sending you to meet your maker
You realized sooner or later
…It was time to flee this theatre

Back on track with team Yoda,
Or these days, even Baby Yoda
I may be missing the scotch and soda
Laying lazily on a soft sofa
But soon it will be time for yoga
And later on TV some Oprah
Who said I could not fill my quota!

Happy Star Wars day to one and all!
And may the Force be with you, always!

Hey, it’s Monday, so it’s time for a lo-ooong coffee break!

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“Coffee, the only sustenance devised which will save me from the dreaded Monday!“ Gun Roswell

Hey, it’s Monday, so it’s time for a lo-ooong coffee break!

The morning starting like any other, only it was not like most, as it was, the dreaded day of a doomsday Monday. So, the only option, was to make my precious morning concoction, as strong as it could possibly be, for you see, me, and the Monday, do not like each other very much. So, we both try to ignore each other, wherever possible, but that is not always the case. As you see sometimes, well, each and every week lately, we have had an obligatory meeting. Calling each other off the game, would sound totally lame to someone else, alas, me and the Monday have been on this sparring match of a sorts forever, and well, there is no sings of this to stop. Due to no fault of my own, ask anyone known, the Monday started this all. How you may ask? Well, simply by appearing into my very own life, out of nowhere, out of the blue, as it was there me for whatever reason to sue! So, from the very beginning we both hated each other and after a while of clashing, agreed to avoid one and other where possible. Alas, that is not the case these days anymore. So, holding on, to my concoction this early in the dawn, sipping from the litre of a cup, with a huff and a puff, I only dare to venture out there, to the awaiting, Mondays!

Turn to the sunny side of the Seat

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“The sun is shining, well, what did you expect, it’s Sunday after all“ Gun Roswell

Turn to the sunny side of the Seat

Heat radiating from the shiny ball up in the skies, putting on some long awaited smiles, onto those dwellers from the dark, who had been smart enough, to make their way, out from their homestead caves, following the light, shining so brightly. After the long, long time spent inside the cold and humid place, which seemed endless and without the grace of goodness on the side, not even one single blink of light, but now, it was that time of the year again, where all the fear of winters’ wrath, was in the past and the joy of spring and summer soon to follow, leaving none of the hollow. Their minds and bodies filled with a new sense of purpose, and the nature outside growing because of the sunlight filling the skies, would nourish the dwellers of dark for the next six months ahead. And there would be no rest, expect on the Sundays, where all of them could take a day off and simply take their seats, on the sunny side, of the flower filled hills.

Owner of the block

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“A cat on the street, looking quite neat, clearly, he is the owner of it” Gun Roswell

Owner of the block

The striped cat, on the street corner sat, vigilant and all that jazz, proud stance to intimidate all those daring to trespass. After all, he is the owner of the block, with plenty of soldiers of his own in stock. Ready to defend their very domain at any cost, if you are threatening and act as a foe. But if you are willing to pay for entrance and yield to his demands, then a reward will be yours in the form of many a company of cats, now and forever to you and yours attached. The decision is yours if you wish this block to score and the reward? Well a lifetime these fine felines to adore. And that is much more than you had dared to ask, after all, this was the very thing you are tasked to do, as the keeper of all these fine fine cats.

Camp NaNoWrimo 2021 Final Day

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Today is the final day of CampNaNoWriMo2021. My total word count so far is 60,435 of the target of 50,000 words, so I not only achieved my goal, but exceeded it! Go me, yay!

Well that is the good news. The other news is that I still have some effort to complete the book, which will be the seventh/eight depending on the editing in the series of “Perfection” which is my upon coming sci-fi book series. So, thus the final leg of book begins and I, will be typing away through the ever lightening nights 😉

This has been a busy month of writing to say the least but also there was a great incentive to do so once again with the gang at NaNoWriMo.org foundation and those writers taking part in this challenge feeling my pain or fun or what ever the sensation might be, to be on top of things and to achieve the allotted timeframes.

If you haven’t already, then go and check out what is going on at the NaNoWriMo site as there are all kinds of information for writers and also these cool camps to participate in, find other writers and finally start working on that novel you had planned!

Happy writing all!

Skies from above and below

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“The skies keep changing every time I look at them, that is so totally awesome!” Gun Roswell

Skies from above and below

While I am standing here on the ground, looking up towards the skies, like the human spy, I feel small, like a pawn of some kind, in the eternal game of life, at least, where the grand scheme of things is played out there, in the grand spheres, but I continue glancing up, without much fear. Always with my head held high, as if attempting to reach the clouds. A dreamer of sorts and yes, I feel so bold, even if I was told, I should not attempt rising above, from this secure place with my feet on the ground. But I never listen to anyone trying to keep me down, and so I keep watching and dreaming that one day, I too may be lifted from this ground. Still, there was just the means, which kept eluding me and yet a good method to rise up there, to be found…

Then I was informed there might just be another way around, this dilemma of a feeling of being left back, on the ground. It comes in the form of wings and engines and can fly long distances without much hindrance. The plane as it is called, and this time around I really was so totally bold, as I reserved a seat on this fine flying machine, because I wanted to go to a place I had never seen. As the vessel soared high above the fine fluffy clouds, and even if the noises there, were really quite loud, I knew then and there, that this was the place I had searched for a long time and now finally found. But the problem once again remained, as it seemed likely, I could on this level forever stay. After all, it was a mere machine, which took a lot of effort to rise up in the skies, and it simply was not able to remain there for any long amount of time. But, at least I had the opportunity to have a taste of what was up there high, and even that small period in time, did make me smile.

But, next time, I want to go further even, maybe, towards the unknown space, I soon would be leaving and then, travel the universe, the galaxies, but that is a story for another time.