Dio's WorkshopWelcome to my brain. It’s messy. It’s interesting. And it’s all connected if you stick around long enough. "Believe Nothing: no matter who said it, even if I have said it, except it agree with your own reason and common sense. Siddhartha Guatamo, the Buddha.
The weeds got me this week. Ugh,,, Pollen season,,,
Keep waking up through the night with gobs of
Well, that AIN’T snot,,, More like silicon sealant for bathrooms,,,,
And it tried to turn into an upper respiratory thing,,, Was hacking up green stuff yesterday.
Last night, SWEAT TIME. I sweated it out, and feel better today, drained (quite literally, three large bottles of water before I ever hit the coffee.
Maybe my day in the sun was the needed thing. Assembled one of my monster cantilever gates in a parking lot under a mean sun. Leathers, black hood, asphalt below, sun above,,,, I COOKED,,, And I think that helped my immune system break that bug that was invading. Didn’t need the Medicinal therapy of 100proof last night,,
Off to the mines,,, Trying to get pics of Cosmos in action, but everytime I try, I BECOME the center of attention and am fending off excited puppers,,,,
Long night with Cosmos and kittehs,,, One accident, not gonna be mad about it as I had Cosmos on a lead to keep him from rushing the other residents. And Zooms is in full out “Oh FUCK to the NO!”,,,
sigh,,,, I knew it was coming when I I picked up the new boy,,,
Gonna take some time, but the Kittehs are used to having a dawgum around, granted an old slow and don’t give a shit dawgum, but,,,
My biggest worry is today. I have Cosmos on a lead on the porch and hung a section of climbing rope across one section of posts, so that his lead has some travel to it. He can’t get off the porch, but he has room to move and I have his food and water near at hand.
will see how this plays out.
time to get a move on though,, busy morning, no coffee, and
Yet another drop off, and I think I passed the car leaving that dropped him off. He still smells of someones clean laundry. I despise anyone that could do this sort of shit and act as if nothing were wrong with it,,,, And yes, Cosmos is his name. Only a few months old, testes haven’t dropped yet so he is just a wee babbie pupper,,, LIve moves fast
But on with the post,,,,
The Forgotten Lighthouse and Lady Starlight
Inspired by Diogenes Hill and Cosmos
Once, there was a lighthouse no one remembered. He stood alone on a jagged cliff, surrounded by salt, and wind, and silence. He had done his duty, year after year— his light slicing through the darkest storms, marking danger for those who dared come too close.
He warned of hidden shoals, jagged rocks, and harbors both safe and treacherous. He saved lives—though few ever knew. He was battered and worn, forgotten and weathered. Loneliness carved itself deep inside him— a sadness locked away, unseen.
Still… He stood. He shone. He endured.
Time passed. Memories faded. People came and went. The stars still shined—but often hid behind storms and clouded skies. He kept searching. Until, finally, he resigned that hope to a memory— tucked away and cherished like a secret.
Few understood what it meant to stand through centuries of storms, to light a path for others while being left in shadow.
He never asked to be seen. He only asked to shine.
And far from him—SHE lived. She had once visited him for a brief, incandescent moment. He gave her a name: Lady Starlight.
Oh, how she shined.
She was bold. Fierce. Delicate—like a wildflower blooming in a war zone in winter. Few truly saw her. Fewer still understood.
But shine, she did.
She carried her own light—brilliant, defiant, and uncontainable. But hers was not a steady beam. She kept it locked inside, a final act of both love and fury— bright enough to ripple through time.
The world hadn’t seen her in decades. But he had never stopped feeling her.
When she vanished, the sky lost its compass. The shoreline went quiet.
They never met again. They missed each other— crossing paths like waves in a storm. Always close. Never colliding.
But they knew. And knowing was enough to never forget.
The lighthouse—built from stone and silence— still felt the pull of her gravity. Not because he could see her, but because he remembered the way her light felt when it brushed against him.
Because in a world that takes both for granted— light recognizes light.
He was built to warn. She was born to blaze.
He stayed rooted. She went nova.
And then—one day— she appeared again. A ray of dawn on his shore. A familiar warmth, long absent. And something within him stirred anew.
Though both bore the scars of time, they carried the same message, etched into every beam and flicker: You are not alone in the dark.
He never asked to be a hero. She never asked to be remembered.
But when her voice whispered across the vastness— “You named me Lady Starlight”—
The lighthouse trembled. Stood taller. And somewhere behind his eyes, the stars began to dance again.
And though no ship passed his shore that night— if someone had looked closely… they would’ve seen it.
Not gonna deal out the deets here, thats entirely private, not for sharing (even though I have permission to share some of it, I’m gonna covet these for a spell)
Apologies to the readers, I am thinking about ya, and trying to come up with content, but the content that is currently on the surface of my cauldron is not for public consumption.
Just wish me luck and love and I’ll get back as soon as something strikes me the right way. And I won’t just fall away as some bloggers have in the past.
Love y’all, I do, give me a spot to grow into and I’ll be back.
New Pope-um for those of the Catholic faith. Lets hope this’un isn’t a libtarded communist like the last one.
World War Poo almost kicked off, but Orangeman Bad stepped in and worked out a ceasefire, somehow, or at least thats the spin I am seeing. Lets see if we can get that KrainianKokeKommander back in line now,,,
The deadline for DoGE to ‘git-r-dun’ is approaching. Still no love from the CONgress, as if we expected anything else. Still no lists released (Stink eye at Pam Bondi) and yet again BUSINESS AS USUAL,,,,
and of course, more racial BS that looks like someone trying to foment a race war on these shores.
KABUKI THEATER,,,,
on my home front though,,, probably need to dial things back a bit, get some sleep. Been up way too late two nights running. Slept in til 8am today,,, Elbee was the one to pop in and “Da!!! Reowhus Rwoeng?’ (whats wrong with you,,, wakey wakey, I can see the bottom of the food bowl!) Heck, I don’t even remember dreaming!!!,,, and the sheets left a rather interesting pattern of wrinkles in the skin of my right shoulder, I had been laying there for so long. (that itched big-time once the blood started flowing again,,,)
NOT that I regret the late night chats,,, But I do has a day job that wouldn’t take to kindly to me becoming a late riser,,,, I’ll figure it out
Small party at Brudda B’s place yesterday,,, Dummie me forgot my hearing aids and spent most of the time sitting aside asking ‘What?’ or chasing godson Bub around. Was a good day though. Needed to see the rest of the peeps: we spend way too much time apart, and we NEED to figure out what our river schedule looks like this year. We have a camping week coming at the end of the month: I figure we will work out the details then
Made it to the lake today too. Pollen is slicking the surface, and the fishy smell is quite high. Not uncommon this time of year, so I came home and took two showers. One while washing off Lyssa and Buffalo, the other washing off ME. Lyssa felt uncommonly slimey when I was putting her back in the rack, and my PFD had a distinct “FishFunk” thing going on. Ughhh! EVERYTHING got hosed once I made it home. Then I sprayed the Odo-ban on things and they are now hung up to dry.
Still, good to get on water. Much needed break to find my center again. Doing much better since Lady Starlight and I re-connected, but that shifted my center a hair too. Still have my ground good and tight though,,,
Anywhooos,,,, not much to talk about (well, LOTS to talk about, but nothing I should/can/will, here.) Just wanna see where the world takes us to next.
Stayed up ’til 2 AYE EMM!!!! Talking to a GURL!!!! LOL
That ‘gurl’ ain’t a girl anymore: she is very much a lady these days, and the name of ‘Lady Starlight’ should probably be ‘SuperNova’ now. Starlight sticks though, jus’cuz.
Yeah,, we sat up chatting till 2 and then the yawns were overcoming the grins and it was well past time to call it a night.
Memories, SOoooooo many memories. Names long forgotten, some willfully so, but some, just lost in time,,,
And I was still up at 7 (thats sleepin’ in for me!) and now pouring the coffees, and adding an extra shot of espresso to the mix: NOX for the body.
Has a party to attend this eve: Godson Bub graduated Kindergarten and his ‘rents invited all of his adult friends over,,, Excuses to get together ourselves really, but hey, take it when you can get it. We certainly do not see enough of each other these days. LIfe gets in the way too often. Teenager: someone that has to schedule responsibility. Adult: someone that has to schedule in friendships. Sad but true,,,,
One memory that comes back to me after last nights chats. There was a time where I had memory for mad numbers. Phone numbers then since we didn’t have that little rolodex/phone at our fingertips. I had a pair of hightops, the white canvas types, and I jotted down all the numbers there once. Covered the entirity of both shoes (and my handwriting is minute! Used to drive my creative writing teacher NUTZ!)
These days,,, I can think of FIVE,,, (and no, I haven’t memorized Lady’s, YET,,,) (and three of those five are immediate family) but its not because I don’t know that many people,,, Only because I have become so much more selective in WHOM I allow in my innerspheres. Those that wish to join, damn near need to fill out an application, endure a weekend long interview process, and subject themselves to microscopic background checks these day. LOL I get it now, though when my dad said something similar back in the day, I was all ‘yeah! Right!’,,,, we so thought we knew it all.
So glad I know I don’t’ know it all now: and, more importantly, know I don’t know.
Still as curious as a Kat though. Always pokin’ my nose in little rabbit holes, looking, questioning, chasin’ the ghosts of knowledge. Granma Wright once told me, “The day you stop learnin’ is the day you start dying” and I never forgot that. That woman had more wisdom in her, and I do regret that we didn’t get more time together before she passed back over into the cloud.
Can’t rewrite history like that though, can we?
Oh, but we have (almost) full control over our futures. (almost, except for those busybodies that wanna tell us what we can and can’t do,,,, I say, Piss’em off and do it anyways! Nothing more satisfying than proving yourself right in the face of adversity.)
We can’t re-write history by ourselves, but getting together with those from your past, you might find that history was not all as it seemed to you then. I know some of the things we chatted about last night brought new facets of personal history to light for me. Didn’t have a clue that Lady Starlight was good friends with my first GF. Don’t ever recall a mention from either about the other before last night.
We don’t know it all, can never know it all: far to much information for these little microprocessors in the cranium to process and keep organized. (From estimates, we are subjected to terabytes of information on the daily, we retain mere kilobytes. Our filters that we develop over time restrict the flow to managable levels: when was the last time you were subjected to loud noises and didn’t realize it until after the fact? You filtered it out(down) until after the fact and found your ears were ringing,,)
OK,,, nuff with the early Satyrday rambles,,, need to get me arse to the lake and visit my church before the Seadoo hooligans wake up.
There are people in this world that will tell you, ‘Dio always has the right words to say’. Don’t ask me, I just listen and when something comes to the forebrain, I speak. Its not a thought process, its more visceral than that.
Getting an email from Lady Starlight ( I reserve the right to call her that and for good reasons) opened up my ‘mirror’.
Maybe thats the key. I LISTEN,,, I don’t listen only to hear where I can make a point or some snappy comeback (though I am also known for a razor sharp retort when its called for). I’m listening to the soul, if you will. People will show you that, and usually without realizing it. Ya just gotta listen.
Three forms of wealth in this world. The Sword, The Jewel. The Mirror. Mine is that mirror. I am always looking in it (even when there isn’t an actual mirror around): trying to see where, what, how, things could be better. In me, In those around me, the world,,,,
And sometimes thats a problem: that whole INTJ thing,,, We ‘architects’ see solutions, usually not obvious ones, and thats when the J part gets a bit overwhelming. Judgemental is what that J stands for. We can be swayed against our personal judgements, but believe me, It takes incredible amounts of factual evidence to do so. Our intuition is strong, but the judgemental side is the anchor. Knowing that, I seek the mirror to expose where my J has locked in and might be wrong.
The roads don’t fold in those directions, but sometimes, kindred souls need to be re-acquainted,,, I think that is where things are with Lady Starlight and myself. Long years have passed but there are still threads of connection there. Maybe its time to climb down from my hill and get back into the human race, and an old friend and lover may have just sent me that invite back into the world of the living. Maybe those old memories are the kick in the pants I need to “wake up” again. My judgemental side has had me convinced that “this hill” is where my path lay: now, I am not so sure.
Still early in the reconnection, and I don’t expect, nor wish, to make a return to the old ways, but I DO, MOST DEFINITELY want to give my freind a hug again, and maybe share 40 years of time apart around a campfire.
It was the early part of the Tweens when the political divisions of the United States reached irreconcilable differences. Ted, a burnt out computer programmer, and Jim, a double amputee combat vet, reverse engineer the pentagons drone program and create a rebel air force. While traveling the country helping others defend what is left of the country, they run afoul a most evil woman intent on creating a serfdom within the country.
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