Kind of blue
Sep20
on 09/20/2016
at 12:01 am
Awfully blue… is how I’d feel if the thing you’ve been working towards for months just got taken off the table. You can do the right thing and still feel blue.
Randie and Ryan
Tripping through married life…
At least she seems to be too distracted to fear the gnomes any more
Actually, Randie’s deep and abiding love for a Vespid (a blue one?) led me to wonder if there is anything out there that is the object of my lust and longing, and I seem to have moved past that part of my life some time ago. On one hand I haven’t been in Randie’s position – I was first published when I was 18 and reached a high state of success only two years later. so I haven’t had to do without – within reason. Then about 10 years ago my Grandfather-In-Law insisted upon teaching me to be a medicine man, so that I’ve been living more and more for other people and getting satisfaction from that. There’s also the matter of having two kids and someone finding ourselves in the process of adopting a third, as well as a house full of animals from horses down to foxes.
Green is Randie’s favorite color. Blue sort of suits her though. Blue is the color of disappointment… although, I might actually say that gray is closer to disappointment. We have Picasso to thank for blue meaning “being blue.”
Medicine man… how interesting… Do you know the song “Medicine Man” by Bobby McFerrin? I believe it was the name of the album as well.
You lead a most interesting life, UB.
Interesting? Natures way of keeping me out of trouble, I think. Now I have a nine year old who was the youngest Native American member of Mensa ever, and I consider it my task to distract her from schemes of world domination until she finds other ways to entertain herself.
I had forgotten about Bobby McFerrin’s Medicine Man. My counter-proposal is Medicine Man by Robert Mirabal https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mX9VwFHArpk a member of one of the regional pueblos. Also an acquaintance. The first time he visited, my deaf grey fox Jessica jumped up on the back of the chair behind him and stick her nose in his ear.
Wow… Mensa. You have a battle ahead of you.
Thanks for the link. I was unawares of said song… and wasn’t prepared for the handsomeness. I’m sure that there are many other foxes who would like to stick their noses in his hear. Ahem… anyways…
Both her mother and I were Mensa kids (age 13 and 11 respectively) so we have that advantage, but she had us beat at 7!
Unfortunately that video was 20 years ago. I don’t want to interfere in your dreams of nose-poking, but this is Robert Mirabal a couple of years ago http://uncle-bilbo.deviantart.com/art/Mirabal-And-Mickey-469237148
I’ve had those days, as I’m sure we all have.
How sweet Spill’s words are, “Let’s get some coffee and we’ll talk.”
I’m glad you noticed that Randie has a real friend in Spill. Anyone who’s on a deadline and says “Stop, let’s go talk”… is true blue.
Trying to resist thinking about Eiffel 65’s ‘one-hit wonder’ song…
Instead I’ll think about panel 2: NOODITEE!
Well then… thanks ALOT! I’d forgotten about that song… and now…
…and they call that the birth of the blues.
Indeed.
Disappointment, she is a bitter pill to swallow…..