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Friday, February 3

It's Cool, It's Breezy, It Looks Like Winter Coffee Muses

It’s Cool, It’s Breezy, It Looks Like Winter Coffee Muses.

There’s a nice north wind blowing this morning and once again we are feeling a bit nippy, or as my youngest daughter used to say, it’s a bit nipply. With the steel blue-gray skies it has all the earmarks of a winter’s day in February on the Texas Gulf.

Back when I lived with my grandparents in south Texas, this was the kind of day I’d wander into the brush, find me a creosote thicket to block the wind, build a small sqaw wood fire and enjoy the morning. It wouldn’t take very long for my intrusion to be forgotten, even with the fire, and nature would move back in and begin to do whatever it was doing before I arrived. It was always a nice contemplative morning. Small birds in the mesquite branches overhead. The rustling of small mammals in the leaf litter. Sometimes a deer or two bedded down nearby.

Ever since the inaugural day of mourning, traffic has picked up on this site of my daily musings. And, the funny thing is, only one search term shows up in the stats… presidential voice. Sadly, it’s the one thing that has been missing since that very day. Donald Trump doesn’t have it. And it’s not just the sound of his voice, though the smarmy, syrupy way he speaks doesn’t help. It’s more the total lack of sincerity. Telling me over and over again how great you are “… just trust me”… Man, if I’ve learned anything from six decades of living, it’s you don’t trust someone like that. And, if you’re smart, anytime you’re around them you keep a hand on you wallet. But, Donald Trump most definitely doesn’t have that Presidential Voice.

Could it be that Donald Trump doesn’t really believe, in whatever he calls his heart, that he really is The President of The United States? Could it be he is running just as fast as he can before everyone discovers what he’s known all along? And, that title he won, The President of The United States… It isn’t King of America, it isn’t President of America… It’s President of the United States,  And boy has he failed at that one. There’s nothing united about the United States today… Think about that Mr. President… Think about that.

Thursday, February 2

It's Another Foggy Morning Coffee Muses.

It’s Another Foggy Morning Coffee Muses.

It’s another early morning on the back porch. Another day to be spent in Galveston aimlessly killing time. It makes me wish I was more of an island/beach person, then I could spend the time with a purpose. As it is, I’m just driving my reading room from place to place, listening to NPR as I read. I’ve even found a couple of hotspots by the Federal Courthouse where I could check email, Facebook, and read the “lying press” to get the news.

This soggy morning has brought the resident pileated woodpecker calling. I don’t hear them every day, but often enough to know they’re resident. No sound ever makes me feel like I’m in prehistoric times like hearing that call in the distance.

Time to prepare for the day on the island…


Wednesday, February 1

First Foggy February Morning Coffee Muses

First Foggy February Morning Coffee Muses.

It’s February and I’m sitting here in running shorts and a tank top. It’s 60 degrees out here on the porch and the sun isn’t even up. Folks, this isn’t normal, not even in Texas. Not to worry though, the President says climate change isn’t real. He even had the webpage removed making it so.

There’s a murder of crows in the foggy woods along the bayou. You can hear the mayhem all over. Foggy mornings always bring out the birds. They’re singing the sun up all around me.

Gotta run… I’ll leave you with this…

First Foggy February Morning Coffee Muses II

Tuesday, January 31

A Warm And Bright End Of January Coffee Muses

A Warm And Bright End Of January Coffee Muses.

I sat myself down this morning in the back porch sun… And got myself back up to turn on the ceiling fans. On the radio yesterday I heard mention of upper seventies today, even pushing 80 degrees. That’s degrees Fahrenheit in honor of the first chap to ever produce more than one thermometer that registered the same temperature at the same time… A trivia fact from that same radio listening binge.

Not that you can tell, but there’s probably well over a hundred birds in the photo above. Listening to all the different calls is a bit discordant. I won’t get to enjoy it too long, I have much to do today.

I spent yesterday on the island waiting on a woman, to steal a song sentiment. Oh, I was also looking for free WiFi… Sherry managed to get herself picked on a Federal Jury… So, she’s at work today, then it’s back to the island each day for the rest of the week… Where I’ll bounce from McDonald’s coffee to Library quiet.