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The Cake Rex Saga continues: Sorry. We’re experiencing some technical difficulties at this time. Our iPhone has been mistaken for cake. ________________________ The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off. Gloria Steinem
Hank has been a bit unhinged since his last birthday. “Unhinged” cannot possibly be a good omen for his dotage. You see, Hank has become obsessed, and we’re talking more than the usual Hank obsessed, more than the run-of-the-mill Hank unhinging du jour….this is more like … Continue reading
Amazing as it may seem, our Hank is 14 years old today. Yes, it’s his birthday, and he’s been doing a little celebrating. The sun is shining—miracle of miracles—so our equally sunny spring chicken started his birthday off right: with bacon … Continue reading
…is the one who steals the 12th Man’s sandwich. Hank is the 13th Man. He wears the pirate jersey of black and white. He is older and wiser than the 12th Man. He will be sailing forth early so consider this … Continue reading
…sums up Seattle in winter, where the forecast swishes between Showers, or Rain, or Light Rain, or Drizzle—when it’s not Partly Cloudy or Partly Clear, that is—the difference between any of those states remaining mostly foggy to soggy observers. Hank & Co. try to … Continue reading
Boy, oh boy! Hank hopes this New Year brings each of you abundant wonders, blessings, and adventures of all kinds! He thanks you from the bottom of his big heart for your kindnesses over the past year. Though he and … Continue reading
bellybutton eau hank’s summer freshness distilled inevitable ____________________________
_________________________________ All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. J.R.R. Tolkien
For Hank, summer days run something like this: wake, yell, eat, burp, pee, poo, scratch, sniff, yell, sniff, yell, swim, swim, shake, sniff, roll, roll, sniff, swim, swim, shake, yell, roll, roll, scratch, pee, yell, eat, yell, pee, yell, yell, sleep. Which brings … Continue reading
Hank goes to a dinner party and meets new friends, including the escargot: __________________________________ Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps … Continue reading
_______________________________ “Green, Green is My Sister’s House” poem by Mary Oliver from her book, A Thousand Mornings (The Penguin Press, 2012).
This is a lucky post in the sense that it isn’t actually a 13th post, but a twelfth post. Hank feels a bit chagrined by this lapse, but he knows that almost every good post-er posting once per day will … Continue reading
Back in the days when Hank knew his way around a sailboat (truthfully, there were probably three) he dutifully practiced his knots. Square knots, half-hitches, bowlines, cleat hitches, sheet bends, figure 8s, rolling hitches…you know da kine. The Ashley Book … Continue reading
dog’s feet and Fritos if naught ceases just shifts form what’s in these again?
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Hank’s going to do something special, just for you and just for August. He’ll post one short, sweet something each day—perhaps one photo or wee Hanku—because he loves summer almost as much as he loves you and he wants to … Continue reading
Wheeeee! It’s back. Hank’s best critter-watching day of the year. The day he strolls along Greenwood Avenue delightedly sampling the pavement smörgåsbord and spocking large men and their small dogs. …It’s the 21st Annual Greenwood Car Show! Today’s event—which raises a heck … Continue reading
Truth be told, Hank loves going to the vet. Loves it. Why, Hank, why? Why do you love the vet when many do not? Biscuits, of course. Biscuits. Biscuits. Biscuits! All those delightful biscuits! Here’s Hank’s old vet-visit schtick: First, … Continue reading
From Hank’s Garden to You! _________________________ And a bird overhead sang Follow, And a bird to the right sang Here; And the arch of the leaves was hollow, And the meaning of May was clear. —Algernon Charles Swinburne