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“Friday Night on the Back Porch”

“The Young Buck”

“PoppenSparkle, My Little Fairy Friend.”

“A Nudist Fantasy, Father and Daughter in Florida”

It is probably evident that comments or verbalized reactions can easily enhance or spoil the beauty of these works of art. “That’s just AI junk ,” “Mickey is some kind of pervert,” “Pastel colors make me feel calm and quietly happy,” “Sleeping nude provides better, more restful sleep,” “Getting the lighting right can make or break the beauty of the picture.” There is a place for comments below if you have anything to add. Don’t beat up my pictures too badly.

A balloon filled with loony baboons piloted by a buffoon poltroon with a laugh like the State bird of Minnesota (the common Loon) was whipped round and round by a cyclone (an Iowa State alum like me) until it worked like a blender to tender the gruel (or is that grool?) that makes the makings of a Paffooney. Yes, I took letters from many of those words and pasted them together with Elmer’s glue to create a new word to apply to a picture that accompanies a short piece of Mickian writing.

The girl in the Paffooney above should not be construed to be the poltroon who pilots the balloon. Breanna laughs more like a canary than a loon. That particularly pallid poltroon looks more like Ted Cruz, hence I chose to put Breanna in the picture in place of the Grandpa Munster look-alike that would otherwise offend your eyes. Paffoonies should be interesting to look at. Not sickeningly horrid.

The idea of a Paffooney is that it must contain a little bit of me… Illustrate a piece of my soul so to speak. It has to show a little bit of the self-examination that makes me bend and twist who I am until it fits into the pretzel-shaped container of who I am meant to be. I suppose I am meant to be an artist. Michael was, anyway. Mickey? Well, he’s a cartoonist. Don’t believe me? You could go to Google Image Search and search Beyer Paffooney. You will get a collection of what the algorithm thinks a Paffooney is, and hopefully at least a few of the ones I have created with my magic word attached that the algorithm judges you are mature enough to see.

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I was battling high and low blood pressure for two days. Today I finally leveled out at normal again. That cuts into my ability to read and write every day. Will get back to normal… I promise.

I miss her mightily. Two months now she is no longer a part of my daily life. Today a visit to a urologist yielded a diagnosis of prostatitis and two antibiotics that it turns out I am allergic to. I threw up everything inside me at about four o’clock this afternoon and spent at least ten minutes with the dry heaves. So, I had to call the doctor about it, and new meds will be on their way tomorrow. And I am sick as a dog. She would’ve licked my hand in sympathy, as she did so often, and looked at me with worry in those big brown eyes. And then ate everything I threw up because I was too weak to stop her. But all I am left with is the ghost of her. The memory of her. The illusion that she’s still here to care.

Retired doesn’t mean “tired again,” or you are moved backward into a rocking chair on the porch. Retired means you have a new set of wheels on your go machine and many new places to go.

**You should note, this portrait was done entirely with digital tools. The background had AI assistance, but my hand drew the picture of “Retired Guy” entirely.

The AI Mirror version would have looked something like this;

This book is my most popular seller once again. Somebody bought another paperback copy with color pictures in it.

Walking for heart and joint health, I take off every morning at about 7:00 a.m. In this part of Texas at this time of year, it is the time when the sun is just coming up.

A new day. A new dawn. As with the beginning of your life, it should be entered into completely naked, completely open, and immersed in the great wide world. Of course, if I try to walk in our park nude, I will get arrested almost immediately. There is an elementary school on the other side of the stand of trees on the right. Besides, I am old and vulnerable to the cold and too much direct sunlight. So, I took the picture with my phone and later made it into a cartoon. Poppy and Dewey are my imaginary walking partners. They can be naked the whole way because I alone can see them.

I am a dedicated nudist. I love to be naked in nature, though my days of being nude are much more limited than I would like. Health problems and other peoples’ ideas of nudism prevent me.

Every new dawn is a celebration. It is an unexpected gift. And each one I collect now, at this age, is precious and priceless. It is a gift I have somehow earned. As the turtle told the panda, “That is why it is called the Present.”

‘Twas my intention to the next chapter done today. But only the work on the illustration happened. I have been sick on the weekend and slowed to excess. I am in poor health and writing no longer happens as fast as once it did. You can see I did not get the red cheeks spots added to the illustration. I made it from an old role-playing game illustration of one of the characters I am now using in the story.

I didn’t get the AI Crocodile Guy done either.

I tried to draw him by tracing the photo on the Digital Drawing Pad with a regular stylus. But the AI messed up my rendering of the eyes of both Steve and the croc. Bummeroo… I mean, Crikey! So, the chapter will hopefully be done and published tomorrow… a day late.