Ebb and Flow

I never was a fan of Elvis, but appreciate the clock on the wall in the guest bedroom at Jim and Nancy's...





It's all about time--and not. Just as Elvis' time surged to the fore it ebbed to some best-remembered songs and times. Our television set was relatively new when he first appeared on a Tuesday night Milton Berle Show--singing, strumming and gyrating in FULL view of a surprised audience. (Later, waist-up only on Ed Sullivan's Show.) Elvis' television debut that 1950's Tuesday night filled our living room with hysterical laughter. Mom, choking through her hilarity managed to say, "Look at that addict!" Of course, the debut moved others differently and Elvis was hurtled into the dimension he still claims though gone now 39 years due, sadly as it turned out, to what was in Mom's prescient remark.

Toby and I set out on a journey nearly three years ago and I recorded much of it here in these posts which somehow made a connection with my old and new worlds that now has its own best-remembered images and times. The parallels with America's past icon are limited to just that since neither fame nor fortune has visited. However, even better, the warmth of connection to those of you who've followed or joined in along the way are now part of a richly endowed consciousness. I am glad for that.

As life in Pennsylvania has settled into its own routines and concerns, so, too, have Toby's. He made the transition from little, bitty kitty condo cat growing into a humongous tomcat only to be stuffed into a wire crate and hauled across America where he was unwelcomed by three housecats who beat him to the PA household by a couple of weeks, and equally unwelcomed by Jasper the Barn Cat leaving Toby a Gaza Strip of semi-sociability between the house and the barn. Therein, he became ruler of the back porch/deck and as Carol in Tucson has pointed out, turned himself into a dog. A dog king, in fact, as he has been observed controlling three dog friends' access up the porch stairs and, at times, he regresses to an extra-large tomcat taking invitational play swipes at his friends as they go by. Not, however, on cold, wet spring days, as today, when all three dogs and Toby huddle together on the huge back porch dog cushion in a blend of wet cat and dog aromas.

And, the muse has indicated these postings have had their surge and the flow is now ebbing. This will be the last posting for Beyond Dust Fuzzies as I discern what the returning tide brings to me.

Adios, mis familias y amigos.

Beware, mice and rats!