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IT DOESN’T SEEM FAIR…

that the word black has so many negative meanings. They could/should push “Black is beautiful” more, I guess, but then that’s such a divisive topic, like turning over a rock to see if is covers a black widow spider.

I can remember my beloved dixiecrat grandfather saying of the maid, “The only thing black about Charlotte is her skin.” “Black humor” isn’t funny, and now I have “black mold” in my condo, which is much less funny than green. I shant include a photo of it so as not to add to the unfortunate pairing of the word with bad. I thought of calling the shades of black “rainbow”–so it would be a “rainbow man.” Then I thought of the link between “rainbow” and “homosexual,” so I went to Google for more info and found it: “Sexuality, or sexual orientation, has to do with who a person is or is not attracted to either sexually or romantically. There are many ways of identifying sexually, and a person may identify more with one sexuality than another at different points during their life” The Medical News Today article discusses what sexuality is and provides some definitions. To date, I guess there’s LGBTQIA+…

They could/should push “Black is beautiful” more, I guess.

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SPIDERS ON MARS?

Not really

Seasonal, spider-like features have been spotted sprouting through cracks in Mars’ surface. The European Space Agency’s Mars Express orbiter captured new images of small, dark features that resemble spiders scuttling across the Martian region known as Inca City near the Red Planet‘s south pole. This phenomenon appears when spring sunlight warms layers of carbon dioxide deposited during the dark Martian winter. In turn, carbon dioxide ice in the bottom layer turns into gas, which builds up and eventually breaks through overlying ice up to 3.3 feet (1 meter) thick, according to a statement from ESA.

IF THESE were really spiders on Mars, would we not have already sent Orkin aloft to make room for humans with souls? What is the policy if and when we come across another life form in outer space? (I would add a photo of the suspected spiders if my helper wasn’t sick nor I so lazy).

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WHAT I DO FOR FUN

I read in bed but I write at my computer because not even I can read my handwriting. Anyway, I guess this is a tricky way to get into my first entry. I was taken by the writing this week (in bed at night) of parts of

Dean Koontz’s Odd Hours, and I wanted to share a couple of paragraphs with you. They occur at the opening of Chapter Twelve, and had an effect on me in the middle of the night:

“Paw after paw silent on wet blacktop, the fog crept along the alleyway behind Hutch’s house, rubbing its furry flanks against the garages on both sides, slipping through fence pickets, climbing walls, licking into every niche and corner where mouse or lizard might have taken shelter.

“These earthbound clouds swathed nearby things in mystery, made objects half a block away appear to be distant, dissolved the world entirely past the one-block mark, and raised in the mind a primitive conviction that the edge of the earth lay near at hand, a precipice from which I would fall forever into eternal emptiness.” p. 86, Bantam Books. Then he ate a chocolate-Pumpkin cookie he had made.

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TYING UP ENDS

I once wrote a poem

called Tying Up Ends,

but never acted

on my Muse’s hint.

Now there’s so much more

to be confessed–yes,

flaws and selfish genes,

weaknesses galore.

I’ve so much unsaid,

and thoughts unproclaimed