What things can be clipped. A clip, clips. You can fasten a clip on another clip. Put them in a big bag (or small bag) and tie the top closed.

You can clip hair. YOU can!

One can clip a football. ONE can. In fact probably more than than one can.

We can WATCH a clip. “Together, YES we can”

I can clip my toenails. And fingernails for that matter. Hands, then feet usually. Left right, right left.

But where do we clip our nails? Do you clip them on the bus? Or at home? If at home, inside? Or outside. I trim my nails on the balcony. The removed bits of fingernail (and toenails!) end up on the lawn. I look down into the neighbours yard. Two women J and J. They have lots of pots. The bulbs of tiny daffodils (narcissus) or perhaps jonquils have grown their stems and green shoots. There is snow on The Mountain. It will be some time before they bloom in a small basket of radiant yellow.

I throw my nail clippings to the lawn, and hope the fairies are distracted watching the World Cup or torturing someone else’s pets. If they get a hold of my fingernails, I’ll be in trouble.

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The definitive.

I found myself reading the comments today. The great respond machine that I am. The fury, the gall, the disagreement. Most of all, I wanted to say “I don’t know what you mean”. Rest, procrastinate, waste, rest, avoid, relax, dream.

The rules of Five Dice are simple:

1 – Talk about five dice
2 – Play five dice

The IT guy is easy to talk to, he’s taking a course in counselling. He’s got a relatively unsupportive ex. But he loves his daughter very much. The tattoo on his arm, is the sound-wave of her, saying her own name.

It looks like a pulse.

It looks, like the mountainscape.

If I look at the mountains, if I make it a silhouette in my minds eye. The grey stone. The blue sky. I can trace the line.

But what, what does that line say..?

Many of us are living longer lives. But are we living more meaningful lives? More purposeful lives? More worthwhile, interconnected, and happy lives?

It would be interesting to measure.

There are more of us. Sure! So, perhaps the accumulative total happiness is higher. The total hours lived would be up there – if not the most ever. So much life, so many eyes, all facing perfectly away. Quick glances at a market, before returning to our chilled hotel rooms. Stuffing down a lonely banana or blueberry muffin and going restlessly to sleep. Alone.

“Hello, welcome – how can we help you today?”

Hi, a table for one if that’s possible.

“Yeah sure, in a booth or at a table?”

I don’t mind, dealers choice.

“Ok, so we had a booth for you just around the corner here…”

Perfect

“Ok, here we are enjoy your meal”

Thanks

-leaving me to sit, she turns and announces to the bar: “I feel really sick, I gotta go!”

She rushes outside, and vomits on the lawn.

I am concerned, impressed by her low cut top and professionalism.

Your mind is the garden.

Your thoughts are the seeds.

The harvest can be either: flowers or weeds.

-W.W

A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.

-M.S

‘Patrick, calling Paaaaaatick’, please present yourself at the check in desk. The American accent rang out over the PA. Interrupting an uncharacteristic flurry of emails. Putting his laptop away and swiftly slinging his bag over his shoulder, he presented to the front desk. ‘Good morning, I’m Patrick’ he said. Calmly, expectantly. ‘Oh, hello sir, I have a family that we’re trying to seat together, would you be happy to move… we currently have you sitting in Seat 8A—’

‘Yes, put me anywhere,’ he cut in.

‘Thankyou sir,’ said the flight attendant.

Patrick smiled, and patiently waited for his ticket, noticing first the flight attendants stubble and then his stigmatism. The flight attendant continued. ‘Thankyou sir, their child has down syndrome,’ the attendant added.

‘Yeah… mmm,’ said Patrick.

I went to Paddlefish –

For dinner with view.

The first table was average

So, I tried a few.

The setting was four –

Then three, then two.

The clams were good,

With warm bread, to chew.

I sat by my lonesome.

And thought of my crew.