Hey diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle…
San Geraldo and I were just the other day talking about this nursery rhyme. To be specific, San Geraldo said something about the cat jumping over the moon. I don’t know why. I gave him a moment to re-think it. He looked at me and said, “That’s not right. It was the cow, wasn’t it?”
Nothing gets past San Geraldo.
Sunday night, I went for a walk before dinner hoping to run into the half-naked male Brazilian dancers (referenced in the previous two posts). That didn’t happen, I’m sorry to report. I’ll keep trying. But only because I know how important it is to all of you.
And, although I didn’t see the half-naked male Brazilian dancers, with San Geraldo’s version of the nursery rhyme running through my head, I did see some cats on the beach in Los Boliches. And they looked like they were trying to jump over the moon. (Click any image to ‘full’ the moon.)
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HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE |
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THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE |
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THE COW JUMPED OVER THE MOON |
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THE LITTLE DOG LAUGHED |
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TO SEE SUCH SPORT |
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AND THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON. |
Last week, long before the supermoon, I saw a ‘nearmoon.’ (Of course, it occurs with much more frequency.)
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From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..
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