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February 24, 2017 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Bob. Twenty-five: Setting up six.

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Bob tabling comments.©

Better than one. Lonely.

Pause. Reminiscing. 

Through causes, just becauses, and bewildering pawses.

Nod.

Considering. 

From sightings, to bitings to far-flung flightings

Slow blink. Pondering.

Six year blogging run. Fun.

Grateful thanks from this humble blogging establishment.

Pause. 

Happy. You think.

Conspiratory wink.

Bye,

Bob.

Who is Bob? Simply Bob. (List of his musings here)

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New or need a play list? And they are always ready to play:

  • Who is RC
  • Who is The German?
  • Who is the Molly?
  • Who is Ella Enchanted?
  • To avoid overwhelming we’ll hold off with Cat Meat Baby, that Grumpy Granny (Not the ankles! Not the ankles!), Olde Tiger, the speedsters, big piggies, Orange Invaders, and, of course, the really really ancient relatives…

Who can keep up with the mania? (Hands down)

Thanks again for all the friendships, comments, chortlings, and grins.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

 

February 22, 2017 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Vanquishing the purple and bitten.

Skeletal rib cage of deer. A gator kill at Pine Gully. ALL rights reserved. Copyrighted. NO permissions granted

Dinosaur discovery? Left by one-ish, sort of. A local gator’s reminder of what life is about.©

“Forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past.” (Lily Tomlin)

Makes real sense if you think about it.

Hollywood might be the first to admit that while lingering on past views can cause some here and now stumbles, there’s benefits, too.

Movie studio’s preference for recycling old superheroes like Power Rangers and Batman is easy to understand.

  • A built-in fan base of adults who remember the original and who want to share it with their kids. (T-shirts. Toy tie-ins. Ka-ching!)
  • Why bother thinking up new unproven characters or plots that may not pay off? Besides organized protests can easily be avoided by blaming any character’s flaws or not politically correct backstories on previous writers.
  • Nostalgia sells in difficult times. Comfortable. Safe.

But resurrection of things long-buried can have dangers.

If anyone ever considers a revival of Barney (not the bumbling Mayberry deputy, but that annoying purple dinosaur with his mind worm theme song),  get out the pitch forks! Petitions! Social media rants! There is no forgiveness.

“Scientists retrieve 80-million-year-old dinosaur protein” (It better not be a lumpy singing one.)

Please not another purple reign. Once smitten sufficient.

Dinosaur. T Rex skull. Oxford Museum of Nat. History (Ballista/Commons.wikimedia.org)

May be tarred and gone, but his song lingers on.(Ballista/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Swat alert as the weather warms:

Don’t forget the mosquito repellant. Zero Zika would be so welcomed.

UTMB researchers are making progress in understanding how the Zika virus damages infants’ brain development.

  • There are two main types of the Zika virus: African and Asian. It appears only the Asian one has been linked with microcephaly.
  • “We discovered that the Asian lineage Zika virus halted the proliferation of brain stem cells and hindered their ability to develop into brain nerve cells,’ said Ping Wu, senior author on the study and UTMB professor in the Department of Neuroscience & Cell Biology.”

Read more: “Scientists uncover how Zika causes microcephaly: The findings are key to unraveling the mysteries of why Zika virus causes birth defects” (ScienceDaily)

  • “Yale study identifies how Zika infects the placenta.” (MedicalXpress)

First steps towards figuring out how to stop the virus. Itching to find more as summer approaches.

Purple brain and biting buzz: with luck, forgive and forget.

Watching the rear view mirror,

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

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Pine Gully Trail, waterway and wetlands. Home to an assortment of biters.©

 

 

 

 

February 20, 2017 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Slim pickin’

Tall, dark and handsome. Fit his name: Slim. Your mother would have approved.

A swagger worthy of John Wayne’s Hollywood. Him saying’ stuff like “Shucks, Ma’am” only sounded normal.

One so with such unquestionable trustworthiness, Mom would say,” Honey, rope that one!”

Never a problem when we asked the grownups on the porch if it was OK to go find him.

“If you can catch him, you can ride him. Sure, go ahead”

And they would laugh to themselves knowing we’d be busy for quite a while.

Cowboy talking to his horse, Tarzan, between bars. Universal film movie poster (USPD: pub.date, artist life/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“It ain’t right, I tell you. You out there and us tied up with chores.Lassie would know what to do.”(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Slim was the boss cattle horse at the farm. He knew what he was about.

He always pretended not to see the pack of kids headed his way with the halter.

We always had a plan of attack cornering him – stealthy like Indians circling the wagon train.

We knew he’d never run us down, but he knew just when to gather himself up and slide between waving arms.

Then you’ve never has been seen a more beautiful high-stepping trot: flowing tail held high with head proudly up topped by alert sculptured ears. Few fine gaited show horses could match his elegance. All natural without gait training boots or lines. Unusual for a horse greatly skilled in cattle work.

With a twinkle in his eye he gave us the horse laugh. Dodging this way and that.

Eventually Dad or an uncle would appear with a bucket of feed and a wordless call at which point Slim would give in, walk calmly to the barn to be saddled up…with only a little puffing up so you had to tighten up the girth a second time. Like he was smirking at us, “You don’t expect me to give up my leisure time too easily do you?”

Cowgirl on rearing horse. Vintage movie poster. (USPD: pub.date, artist life/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“No we are not going across the way to pick dew berries. That bucket of feed only buys you so much riding time.” (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Everyone around knew how intelligent Slim was. Smarter than kids and plenty of men.

He knew what he was about – easily measuring who was in the saddle.

There are pictures of me as a toddler in front of my dad in the saddle with hands gleefully woven into Slim’s mane. Another photo has four grubby barefooted kids of assorted heights draped over him as he stately stood.

Put a cowboy on him and he’d shift into cutting horse gear. Cows just gave up when Slim showed up.

Apparently he and the men had discussed the perimeter the kids were permitted to ride.

Inside the fences pastures he was pretty amenable to wandering anywhere, but outside the property’s fence, he was always calculating distances.

It was like there was an invisible line in the sand: just this far and no more. Slim would just halt a certain point, look around for some tasty greens to eat while totally ignoring the mad windmilling on his back until he was bored at which point he’d turn around going back the way he came. No matter the protests.

Once Older Brother and I were trotting down the sandy road – approaching the shut down zone at the edge of the property – when Older Brother whispered, “Hang on. I’m gonna make him go on to the store so we can get a coke.”

We gathered speed – past a trot. Actually past a trot! It was happening. We’d break the jinx. Older Brother seeing the corner fence post, gave Slim a mighty kick and a whoop.

At which point we would have flown over the horse’s head if he had lowered it. Slim didn’t even bother to pause, but simply spun around and speedily, cheerfully delivered us back at the front porch.

As I was shoved off, I was given that 5 fingered warning that the incident was never to be mentioned.

I swear the horse was chuckling to himself.

Cowboy leaning over horse's neck. Movie Lobby Crd. (USPD: pub.date, artist life/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“Yes just down there. Not far. The little stores and ice-cold cokes!”  But we weren’t flyin’.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

When Slim was over 30 yrs, he was retired from the heavy cattle work.

He didn’t mind retirement. Slim knew what he was about.

Enjoyed leisure time unlike that gorgeous paint horse which had to be sold because he was such a workaholic that he was cutting calves from the herd during off hours in the pasture. Skinny cattle don’t bring much at auction which is a problem if cattle paid the bills.

Slim settled in with a few grey hairs on his muzzle and a delighted spring in his step.

It was odd late one dreary, miserable winter afternoon when all the other animals showed up to the barn for dinner, but Slim wasn’t there. 

Watching the fading light, uncle pulled on all the warm clothes available and started walking the pasture.

Startled a few deer in the brush before he spotted Slim: standing perfectly still in the grey drizzle.

Slim saw him and did that flip the head up “Hey, over here” thing, but didn’t move a muscle.

Fearing the horse had injured an ankle or leg, uncle hurried over as Slim nodded a couple of times, “I knew if I waited, you’d come.”

Once beside Slim, it was obvious who the problem was: the horse had stumbled into a tangle of barbed wire thoughtlessly left behind by someone.

Now most horses would have torn themselves up fighting to get free, but Slim was not most horses. He just stood perfectly still and waited. Hardly a scratch on him once released. Even Trigger or Fury couldn’t have been smarter.

That old horse lived a long time even after that – seems like another 10 + years or so.

He picked a nice grassy spot on a slope to finally lay down. And he was left right there.

Uncles said “It’s where he wanted to be. Wouldn’t have felt right dumping dirt on him. Slim always liked to be out in the open where he could see the stars.”

Slim was a horse who knew what he was about.

A difficult cow pony to follow.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Hollywood cowgirl holding her horse. Still from the series "Pistols and Petticoats" (USPD. Pub.date, artist life/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Ever notice that no matter how animated the Hollywood star is, the horse looks totally bored. It’s like “Ok, job done. Check, please.” (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

 

February 16, 2017 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Nosy Barkers

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Can we chat? Dogs are smart enough to know best not stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong. People seem to enjoy taking the risk.©

A bit in your face, that phrase “Nosy Parker”.

We used to scorn them in grade school: tattletale, rat fink, snitch.

Those bossy britches sneaking up to listen in, and then running off blurt it all out.

Later wailing in fear of our tightly clinched fists – without even being hurt. Yet.

Protective cover provided as they ran to their car after school. Hope springs eternal to live and tattle another day.

No one liked them. Did it to themselves all the while.

Sad thing is that they grew up and are still playing the “Gotcha Game”

Tattling has been fine tuned and trendy.

Even to organizing on social media to the point of threatening “Don’t challenge us or we’ll bully you to your knees.”

Why are you all still acting like you are 3?

It’s gotten very tiresome.

What’s left to say except the time-honored retorts:

  • “Takes one to know one.”
  • “Who made you the boss of the world?”
  • “You keep poking that nose in where it doesn’t belong and you’re gonna be sorry”
  • “Mind your own beeswax. Nobody likes a bossy britches tattletale.”

Big difference between childlike and childish, Mr Nosy Parker.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

SNL’s Lily Tomlin:  “Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain.”

 

 

 

February 14, 2017 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Day of Guilt Arrives

People dread it: The Day of Immeasurable Guilt.

Especially working parents even though there are those who are happy to step up in your place or theirs. (And never let you forget it.)

All the treats. All the decorations. All the games. Does it really say you care? You’re not there.

Of course, seeing opportunities, if you’ve got enough guilt or money   consideration, Valentines Day can still be a joy for your little one.

But RC Cat thinks this is a bit much:

Invitation to Doggy Valentines Party with all the elaborate activities and treats described. ALL rights reserved. Copyrighted. NO permissions granted

You have to work, but your dog won’t have to suffer being alone on Valentines Day! ©

Teenage Molly Malamute is pouting, “All my friends are going. And you are the meanest parents in the world.”

And worse. She’s now grinning about the massive storm with lightning and tornado-like winds moving into the area.

All the party dogs will be huddling inside the secure boarding area wishing they were home.

“If I can’t party, nobody can party.”

We’ve told here that’s a most unattractive attitude.

They are so human like…except for the part of about biting guilt.

Hope you can curl up with the ones who make you smile this Valentines.

Hearts and treats for all!

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

 

February 13, 2017 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Steppin’ out without style.

Man disco skater lifting partner onto his shoulder. Charles Ayabar & Anna Galante Roller disco skaters. Sheepshead Roll-A-Palace. Brooklyn NY, 1979. (Discoskater/commons.wikimedia.com

Why worry with canes or wheelchairs when you can get a lift like this?(Discoskater/commons.wikimedia.org)

Dressed to impress, she lurched across the room dragging that fancy cane behind her as if it were a fat, disobedient dog on a leash.

Who knows if it was result of attractiveness driven selected hearing or declining grey matter.

This was the one who for years smiled and lived in a total visual blur because “Men don’t make passes, you know. Glasses.”

No matter. In her own mind, glamorous still.

Quite so when younger: Perfect make-up. Strawberry blond hair cut and curled like a starlet’s. Wrapped in mink. Slouching with a debutante’s walk.

Won’t see herself as a Leaning Tower of Pisa buttressed to a gentleman ‘s elbow now.

A rollie walker was out of the question.

Instructions about anything was like trying to hand her fleeing dandelion  puffs.

Besides there was a real chance she might get a Rollie walker going, not be able to stop, and keep yelling “Where are the brakes on this darn thing?”

Think an unskilled but happy 14-year-old behind the wheel of a corvette convertible on a curved road during Spring Break.

Vintage photo from Moulin-Rouge 1899. Photographer Jules Beau (Nat. Lib.of France/USPD.pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“If Cesar can do it, so can I.” (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

In her late 90’s, we managed to get her into a wheel chair.

Once seated she quickly transformed into Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile.

Escorted in a golden chariot:  chin up, smiling to subjects along the way while urging great speed. Bingo was starting.

Getting from place to place with dignity is important.

Something you don’t think about until stroke, damage to the spinal cord or brain takes that skill away.

Sometimes an “unfortunate event”, leaves a person with an asymmetric walking pattern where one leg does not fully swing backward resulting in an uneven awkward gait.

It’s tiring, annoying, and darn embarrassing.

Regular shoe and GEMS rehab shoe on foot. (Image Moterum website)

She’d sniff, “You can call it a fancy name, but can’t fool me. Looks like a child’s toy.” The GEMS shoe is put on the “good” foot/side to force the weak side to work and reestablish ability. The spirals rotate to normalize walking gait as shown in the videos.(Image Moterum website)

To help people make great strides instead of walking like a cartoon, researchers have gotten very creative with GEMS.

Step into this Rehabilitation Engineering and Electromechanical Design Lab to try on GEMS: the Gait Enhancing Mobile Shoe (VIDEO)

No help for dreamy aunt, but maybe others with young enough brain cells to absorb the concept and instructions. The woman in the video offers real hope.

My Aunt would never consider wearing one of those – in public or any place with a mirror. Vanity has its’ price

Besides there’s not doubt she’d get rolling and start yelling “Where’s the brakes for this darn thing?

A step beyond.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Stroke patient in wheel chair strapping GEMS shoe on. SciTech Now episode 313 YouTube:Wpsu.jpeg

“Do these come in red? Red goes with anything.” (SciTech Now/YouTube/WPSU)

February 8, 2017 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Steps away towards the yogurt

It just took us multiple leg gashes a long time to get the message.

Marketing is not exclusively for those with fully operational thumbs.

Along with many, RC Cat yawned not so politely during the Super Bowl commercials until she realized what people were paid for those. So she, Queen of the ruff fluff, has confidently put out her resume with a creative sample:

Her sales pitch begins with an off camera commanding, “NOW!” meow.

(At least we think that’s part of the sketch. She could have been yowling at us to hurry up. Afraid to ask.)

The  opening features a kitchen with an impatient elegant cat.

(RC graciously broke with traditional Regent behavior and to play with the roll…maybe she’ll return to script shortly…Oh, we are ready to continue…)

There’s the sound of a plastic lid being removed.

As a thin silver tray holding a dab of yogurt is placed in front of THE finicky cat, as human voice asks, “How good is it?”

The camera reveals the answer with an approving cat indicating the cleaned silver dish by her side: 

The phrase "I have no words". Note inside Noosa yogurt container. ALL rights reserved. Copyrighted. NO permissions granted

Company using its’ noodles, but not the edible kind. ©

She knew you’d get it. And she’s sure that yogurt will be flying off the grocery shelves.

An aside, she does wish however, they would stop printing those wiggly black lines on her disposable dishes as she keeps thinking those are frozen lizard tails or something.

There have been embarrassing incidents with the thin dish when she tried to stab the lizard tail with her claw.

We shall not discuss it.

Interested companies may contact Staff who will relay Spokescat opportunities.

Be aware that benefits such as catnip bonuses, sunny corner windows, and napping hours must be addressed up front.

She is waving her paw.

We must depart quickly.

And don’t forget to leave an open can of  – Oh, yes, yes. Tributes. We shall tell them.

Can cat food accepted from those who must travel some distance, but yummy blueberry, honey vanilla, or coconut Noosa yogurt from local fans would be an acceptable variation.

A small cooler has been placed by the door for your convenience.

I am RC Cat and I approve this message.

crown USDP Commons.WIkimedia

 

 

 

 

 

 

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