Patrick A. McGuire, Bloggonian
For years I told jokes on street corners for tips, dreaming of one day owning a granite counter top. No luck, so I entered a monastery. I now do stand-up at daily prayer services. The monks' vow of silence means they can't laugh. I can't even laugh, although sometimes I sob quietly in the can. This blog is a cry for help. Send money or granite. I accept Pay Pal.
Tag Archives: Katherine
Fat bees buzzing
Outside my basement window stands a bush, its cold, gnarly branches covered with thick, wet snow. A bright red cardinal—not the kind that can become pope—perches on a branch, staring at me. I’m staring back. Like most staring contests, this … Continue reading
The nap incident
No. 17 in “Nuggets I picked up from my dog,” inspired while walking the late Coffee J. Dogg. Down in the basement this morning I am alert, wired, spinning thought into gold to keep the wolf from the door. Coffee … Continue reading
How cold is it?
Katherine comes in from the cold, red-faced and shivering. “It feels like it’s 20 degrees out there.” “Wrong,” I reply. “It feels like 17.” “Says who?” “The Weather Channel, of course.” I hand her my smart phone which has a … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 15
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. Bird, Bird, Bird, Bird is the Word Strolling through the neighborhood with the hound provides an opportunity for meditating on the … Continue reading
Musical fruit
This is about green beans, but first a slight digression. Stick with it and an important green bean point will appear. Trust me. I once taught a tone-deaf guy to play the banjo. So. You’re driving along and the red … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 14
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. The Last Meatball So I said to the dog “Today is the thirteenth. Do you know what that means?” I gave … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 13
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. The roaring whoosh Last night I dreamed that Coffee got glasses. Thick, black framed glasses like I had as a kid. … Continue reading
a hint of light 