Switching On the Sun

Other than it’s one of my favorite breed of dogs, I’m retrieving gold this year as I turn “golden” ~ Five Zero! FIFTY!! The closest we got to having a Golden Retriever was having a Golden Dox. It’s a crossbreed between a Golden Retriever and a dachshund. He looked more like his dox (dachshund) father though. We named him Sandy. Sandy I’m like Sandy. He had the color (only the color though, not even the furry semblance) of a Golden Retriever, whereas for everything else, “dox” just about it. Sandy however was one strong dog who can actually pull something heavier than his own weight. Similarly, I’ve pulled and carried weighty setbacks as well as seemingly burdensome blessings-in-disguise. Not as obvious but Sandy seemed to have that strength of a big dog. I’ve carried “big dawgs and bigwigs” up their podiums. While it might even be attributable for that of their springtime or their golden era, I wasn’t formally conferred that “fair (golden)” level of recognition enough to be a “big dawg...

We got a dog, a Doxle (crossbreed between a beagle and a dachshund) and named him Bruce. Soon after, things changed… Bruce What’s with “Bruce” anyway, seemingly with an alter ego… Bruce Wayne has a dark (knight) side in him. The very “tame” Bruce Banner turns green and smashes things. For Bruce Lee, it’s a combination of natural instinct and control, his paradigm for “unnatural naturalness or natural unnaturalness”. Bruce Willis, well he’s an actor but he wasn’t acting when he said he’s apolitical but he’s as Republican as he could be. Bruce Jenner is now Caitlyn Jenner. Bruce Almighty took advantage of being ‘The Almighty’. Bruce Springsteen, well, he’s “Johnny B. Goode Born in the USA but You Never Can Tell”. Whereas for Bruce the Doxle, either you’ll love him or hate him. Probably what BAD stands for; Bad As Devil or Bad-Ass Dog… Someone dislikes him so much, things changed. Bruce to Bruised With due respect to every perspective out of different versions, I wouldn’t go into details ...

“I’m gonna knock on your door, ring on your bell, knock on your window too.” Like an opportunity knocking once, this classic commercial jingle (which only baby boomers and Gen Xers could most likely relate to), knocked some sense into the core of my being from every angle. Not like some “knock knock joke” I’ve heard many times over but a new perspective on people’s knack for opening doors... "Knocking on my door" ~ Saw this worn-out blast-from-the-past vacuum cleaner in our storage room and voila! Lightbulb moment for an upcycling project to preserve this "now-classic artifact" and turn it into a portable lampshade/spotlight kind of an accent piece... This COVID-19 pandemic banged our doors to our surprise much like an unexpected guest. It barged into our actuality as indeed an unwanted intruder. Though the heavy knocking served as a warning, it certainly caught us off guard. Yet, as resilient and tenacious our natural tendency is predisposed for us to pull...

It’s called commUNITY quarantine for a reason... We have respective roles yet it’s not campaign season Tho’ even in a communal capacity we rise up to the occasion A global menace is teaching us valuable lessons on realization... Faced with a “Thanos-like pandemic” wherein the “world stops” There shouldn’t be hidden agendas like that of “Joker” perhaps Through a “transparent phone booth”, change into a “Superman” Not a show that’s staged to be smooth, yet be like “Wonder Woman” No to being green with envy, however transform rather to smash the enemy Slingshot your weight to open harmony but not a mudslinging opportunity... Set aside differences as this is not about factional affiliations Stop the comparisons, it shouldn’t be about political ambitions From “Dr. Strangers”, “Lois Lanes” to “Marthas” at home, we have tasks to assume Either we step up to the plate or end up on a plate for corona virus to consume Let us solidify mankind and give ...