Belonging In Place

If you fall, you must use the ground to help you rise again. — Buddhist proverb

When those whom we trust completely betray os or do something else totally unexpected, they have given us a great teaching. — Buddhist quote

He was a first chair meditator at the NBC Radio City Buddhist Hall.

Two women just walked in. I think they're women. How many legs do women have these days? Anyhow, I lost count, but the soup has arrived, on time.

Leslie is a man's name in some parts. I'm not from there, so you can call me Joe. I have a dog, also Joe. My wife says her name is Marianne but I call her Joe for short. We get along pretty good but she's kinda snippy sometimes, mostly about her name. She don't like Joe (the name, not the dog). Joe the dog is fine, it's me she gets mad at. So she got a tattoo and whenever she's feeling ornery she pulls down her pants and points to it on her butt. It says "My name's not Joe, you twit." Then we usually have lunch. Life is OK in spots.

National Council of Female Women

Religion is for those who are afraid of hell. Spirituality is for those who have been there. — resident of a halfway house

Wherever I go, whenever, I carry that little tin of bacon. Women are rendered speechless. When did you ever reach such heights on charm alone?

If you find a fork in the road, and take it, are you still entitled to a free lunch?

Cars Again

Found a Leaf in my soup. It is apparently rewards day here at the eatery, and I won the electric car. Want to help me lick off the minestrone?

Woman in car. Snakes for teeth. Doesn't look like my type. Still - that smile.

Went out to drive to work, when I observed my car to be entirely filled with hamsters. No probs - I'm retired now and need some amusement.

Scooter got drunk last night and raised hell all over town. Had to drag him home behind the car. Never let your rat near booze.

Cats never go flat. Unless a car is involved. They're poor drivers too.

A hamster followed me home. I think. How big are they? It ripped open the neighbor's car to get a Snickers bar. May keep him.

Saw Dad running down the street, chasing cars. He thinks he's a dog, but he's actually dead, OK? #AmusingMomentsOfTheDeceased

I bought a car yesterday. It's got two wheels up front. Don't know about the back. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, as Mom always said. I don't never fix nothin anyways.

Crocodile ate my car. Happens every Thursday, about 1 p.m., right in this here parking lot.

Smudge

In a classroom...

I am small for my age, and might pass, if enough of the children also have beards, and don't giggle at my gray nose hairs.

Sitting to the rear I would hardly be noticed, no more than a blurry darkness would, behind the last row, way at the back along the wall.

I am naturally overlooked. Often, it seems, others even try to walk through me. This was amusing at one time, but I would prefer invisibility if possible, or to be smoke.

"I didn't see you." "I thought I saw something, but I didn't know you were real." "Sorry." That's all I get out of it.

I am very much like my cousin Vague Smudge, another quiet one, and like his siblings, but without the glamour of an interesting name. I'm only this guy, a guy often ignored, dismissed out of hand, never seen for what I am.

"Which is what?" I often wonder, and still do not know, so generally pretty usually, I keep to myself and look for small private amusements, and then carry on. What else is there?