Thecake, sweetest of all sweethearts...
This past Valentine’s Day my Kath-a-leen baked for me my favorite cake ...devils food chocolate with butter-cream icing - both made from scratch with extra calories added. It was delicious, and I had several pieces that night. That was not enough however, to keep me from, after waking up from sweet dreams of brown cows and green grass, shuffling myself down my complaining 100 year old stairs for a 4:20AM rendezvous with delight. When I turned on the one small light above the table I was met by a plate of sad crumbs. Thecake that, just the night before, had been the life of the party / queen of the scene / Sweetest of all sweethearts, had been eaten. It had been eaten by someone. As I compiled blame, roving in my mind from one guilty party to the next, the sugar induced fog in my brain began to lift revealing the sobering fact that I was the one responsible for this dissatisfaction of desire. I was the selfish one who ate more than my share denying others the simple pleasure of Thecake. In the barely lit - predawn kitchen I realized I was the one to blame.
I went back to bed, my crime weighing heavy on my mind - tossing and turning I was denied the power of cleansing sleep. After several guilty hours I gave up - got up - went downstairs and started my day.
That afternoon I confessed my indiscretion to Kath-a-leen, she laughed and said that I had lost sleep for nothing and that she had baked that cake for me, her Valentine, and that we were lucky that I shared as much as I did. No, I thought, I’m the Lucky one...I’m one Lucky Dog.
Not in front of the cat...
I miss my Cocoa, a wonderful dog that lived his long and happy dog life with us and us with him. I still miss him, it’s been over 2 years now since the technicians from Dr. Rossi’s office lovingly walked down to our house and helped nature end his suffering, for the years had taken quite a toll on the old guy and he was more than ready. I miss him but I think I might be ready too, (not for euthanasia you silly rabbit ) I am ready to have another dog in my life. Maybe a tiny one this time - Cocoa weighed 80lbs - Tiny with short hair like a Chihuahua. I think Kathleen is ready also, but in her infinite wisdom she says that we should wait until our DEAF Cat ORANGE - the mayor of forbes street - Mr Ball o’ Claws (all names given to our 18 yr old, 7 lb, deaf cat, Chainsaw) passes on to his reward. It wouldn’t be right, he hates dogs (although he loved Cocoa). It would be very cruel of us to make him spend his twilight years being reminded that he endured prison and was almost executed because of a dog.* He’s as tough as tough can be, so it might be a while before I can bring home a Spanish as a first language, ride in the top pocket of my overalls, certified alarm dog, but one thing’s for sure ...I’ll be ready.
These are - a two of my favorite things
Dogs and Cake - you can never go wrong pairing up two things that have absolutely no connection and since most Dogs don’t care too much for Cake and Cake is oblivious to everything, you can leave them alone in room together without incident.
I like playing with Dogs and I like eating Cake I would never eat a Dog or play with a Cake - that’s the beauty of it. I also like to paint them. The painting started over 25 years ago when one rainy day I took all the leftover house paint and a piece of old plywood and created LuckyDog (REX) and ScaredyCat, and with what paint and wood I had left over I painted a birthday cake - my son Donovan had just turned 5 so there are five candles on it. I still have these paintings and they will be on display along with new versions of REX and the gang (Spike, BluBelle, Happy, Turnip, and the rest) There will be plenty o’ real Cake to eat and new paintings of Birthdaycake -Weddingcake Privatecake - Publicake* at my big Spring art Show DOGS AND CAKE AND MUSIC TOO held at Gr00vyland’s Magic Garden of Many Colors - April 1 (this is no joke) - event page to be up soon.
“Patron Saint of Five Points,”
Thomas “Tom” E. McCleery, 1942-2016
RIP Tom - you always made me feel like I was as cool as you were
Until Next Time
*Long Story - somewhere in the Archives
* not to be confused with Publix cake
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\