I just watched Clam’s movie  ” Crab Cakes or Revenge of The Crustaceans” again, and  again  and was inspired by her remark, ” COC,Count on the Crabs, You can always Count on the Crabs.”   I find it uplifting to see such a progression in the lives of  Clam and the Crabs and their friends.  The Crabs, known for their unrelenting taunting of Me and my humble legs,  are also reliable and redeeming and  for no reason except, they,  like all of us have good qualities.  I very humbly would choose The Cloud The Clam The Comet and Jeba the Hound Of Renown as my book under the tree this year, and Clam’s movie,  ”Crab Cakes or Revenge of the Crustaceans” as my movie under the stars this year.   Best Wishes and Peace, Jeba the Hound

Two women next to me   weeping    I have one     finds  folded kleenex in bag     other  gets a call    excuse me    oh,  it is because you know, it is World Aids Day, and it always brings up        the same echo  and the the other reverberates    to her too      it is World Aids Day   dabbing   I am in the Salvation Army on Central Avenue     scouting out  glass  container oddities  to force  hyacinth bulbs in,   for Christmas    and  for winter gardening and for gifts to give if  someone drops in, like the two  are giving me a gift because I happened to drop in and  I got to be part of the day too .  Clam liked the vases and we start the hyacinths  on World Aids Day, December First 2009.  After winter we will pack the bulbs in peat moss and store them in our root cellar and they will lie dormant until next year when the might multiply also.

Love Jeba the Hound

Flock of blue jays jumble.  The light slants inward.   The kitten’s fur luxes. The dog’s fur whitens.   I begin search for a new robe.  Lux November.

Settle.  The Day of The Dead Week.  The ones that have lived. Love Jeba

Little Shiva Flash  Ode to the Atmosphere of Time that is November.

junepaw, mama gray, Granddaddy, soldiers coming home, add yours all week in celebration and sorrow and  simpleness.  love jeba

bella cash izzy  the quallas mom dad sirius

amen

photo 38 is a portal to a scary story!

MY TAIL

Cloud, Comet, and I were in Folly Beach Town to R and R.  We had just completed  a string of performances with the National State Fair circuit.  We were booked for Europe  for the New Year so we retreated home to score some new scenes above the great Atlantic Ocean and land below sparked our creative tensions.
It was at last, a day for fun, Halloween Day, clear and bright.   Children were out on the shore in their ghost and pumpkin and witching hour do’s.  No zombies. Too early in the day, but not too early for some howling.  And it was not mine.

I MAY need some friends.

OCTOPUS SCARES AND FRIGHTS!!   The Headlines Blare!
Octopus screamed.  He boomed up and down just below the surface of the great Atlantic.  BubbubbbBbbooomm.    Octopus was a well known creature about Folly Beach, and he always put on his sea show,  Halloween afternoon.  We had all been there on the beach, first frolicking and now waiting for him to finish getting dressed.  Apparently he was taking his time,  tying the traditional  black seaweed strands onto each of his tentacles and painstakingly applying the orange neon glow paint, dug down deep from his dark bottom floor, to his suction cups.  Sponge Bob’s sunny world was many seas away.
Guess the unusual howls  and bbbbabooms were no more than Octopus laughing as he muffled  about the the water.  OR were they more?  The Crabs were throwing the annual All Hallow’s Eve Party and the beach was humming with their scurrying  preparatory movement.

I WILL need some friends.

HALLOWEEN VISIT BY UFO:  ” SHE NEVER FAILS US!!! “

The headlines were coming fast and furious over the Folly Beach Loudspeaker.
In the distance I could see UFO distributing her moon dust pies to the townspeople. UFO always came back for the day before All Saints, and she always stayed the night with me. Ahhhh Halloween at the beach. The most pleasant weather, the brightest stars, this year Venus was gorgeous, and the wind was slightly wailing moving the howls around. Even UFO fluttered.

Will I need friends??   YEEEESSSSSSSS.

EVEN THE CRABS SENSE SOMETHING AMISS!!!!

Back on the shore, Comet sprayed a bit of fire towards Octopus Way, the section of the Beach Guaranteed for Life for Octopus.   Octopus and Comet had been friends since 1633 BC and their history of achieving mischief was well known on Folly Beach.  That is why the beach had come to be known as Folly.    But for now, it had become QUIET.  I took time to scan the skies.  Cloud was gone, as usual for an appearance with The Ice Parade Stars.  She had choreographed an act called “The Spook Cirrus Streak.”   On Halloween she preferred creating her own mischief.  I startled back.

Yipeeeeessss.

The Crabs, who were to throw the evening party, were packing up their black urchin capers, their black stick eye canapes, and their makeshift cafe. The stick eyes smelled delicious.  Hope this was not the end of the food, I thought feeling a bit amiss.
Perhaps a nap is in order.   The Triple C troupe WAS here for rest and recuperation and UFO would be ready for a restful afternoon.

I  want friends!!!

BUBBA FISH HAS A FUNNY PITCH!!!!!

Darkness was on the far eastern horizon.  The town lit up.  Bubba Fish sounded the horn for OCTOPUS but it was quirky toot,  like a taint of vile medicine had made it’s way into his pipes.  Trick or treating SHOULD commence.  But  we never began without Octopus.

THE WAVES GROW ERRATIC!!!!!!

Inside the beach cottage I stretched my legs.  UFO wrinkled her hands and located her gift for me. The bar medal encrusted with star stones that she had recently received for valorous service in one of the Sirius Star Wars was a treasure.  She had won many and I cherished them, which UFO knew, which is why UFO always brought one  on her Halloween visit.
On the ocean,  waves waved but did not crest.   The eastern sky was crystal black.  Comet was no where in sight. The crabs remained hidden.  An unusual light was ascending over the lagoon black horizon.  The children were afraid.  The waves grew.   OCTOPUS, are you OK???

Please BE a friend!!!!

CLOUD RETURNS !!!!!!!

Quickly UFO and I headed outside.  What had been a perfect sunset was being altered by a putrid pink light rimming the lagoon- like horizon.  My Goodness,  it looked like Cloud being stretched from one end of the universe to the other.  What a funny thought I thought.  No odd.  Not funny.  Odd.  It was past time for Octopus’s Act and the sky was rapidly changing and  Cloud was coming back.  Coming Back Huge!!!!!!!
OH MY!!!!!!!!
OH MY

OH MY

I was moving forwards and backwards and at the same time.  UGGHGGH.    I am sick.  Those crabs never leave me alone.  Their taunts were sounding more like  “HELP ” than Ha ha.   PLEASE TOWN,  it is time for the Fun to Commence.   I leapt.
Why –I am in shape!!!!!!

I found myself in the middle of a humongous pink intestine- like pinnacle where I was handed a treat, or was it a trick, or was it a teat?  No matter, One CRUNCCCCCHHH into the black stick canape and Cloud collapsed back into her Cirrus Stratus Spook costume,  the one she had painstakingly made for the for the All Saints Day Ice Parade Stars and bemoaned, “I’ll never make it now.”
I said,  “Octopus.”
UFO said,  “Comet.
Somebody said,  “The Fleas?”

Naaaaah.  Who was the culprit who had conspired to get Cloud home Once and for All on Halloween?  Well they had failed.  UFO said,  Let’s go Cloud!   UFO looked back at me lying in a mess of crabs.   “Sorry to leave you like this !” I watched UFO and Cloud Vanish.   I would truly miss sharing the black stick eye canape at midnight with UFO, as was our custom on All Saints Eve.
I had to get going.  For the childrens’s sake, I jumped into the ocean and swam furiously for Point North and as I suspected,  BlowFish was madder that a matador, tied up  at the dock.  I gave him a knife.   Then I made the turn to see what had turned Folly Beach Town into Howl Town and currently, upside down.   No it was not  Hurricane,  although legend says that the wind was as wicked that night and it pulled me in like in like a whip,  and  it whipped up every moon dust pie in town,  and all of the children lost them that year to somewhere universal.   Still I must admit in the end that this was my most memorable Halloween ever.
As I knew I would,  when I wound around the bend I encountered Octopus, of course laughing.  Blowfish, now free and fast, spewed out a cape of vile medicine that flew over Octopus and then Comet.  The Air Gun used to infuse Cloud  was for the time being a thing of the past.   Both said,  Happy HaLLOWEEN.    All I said was,   The Show Must Go On.

Octopus quickly made the turn back to point South and his final act was furious.  Comet sat demurely on the beach, blackened by Fish Medicine which helped keep the Crabs at bay and I just gazed heavenward.   Furiously now, children, go on and get ready and don’t miss another howl, or  UFO, or  moon dust pie. Love Jeba The Hound.

Flash Animation:  Little Shiva

Jeba’s Halloween Serial on the right(listed in Pages) Enjoy ! Love Jeba

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Delicate and desired and since it is March the snows do not last.

to the wood chimes,  click click click.    After cloud found me on the roadside  after  days on my spring trek, after that,  all of my days were like beds of  hydrangeas.  Cloud holding me.  Many Clouds coming by.  Cloud has made many friends.  I rested and rested and felt like I could rest for days and forever.  I did.  Fall though has brought me home and my own garden hydrangeas  welcome me with their lime light.   Click Click Click.  Home for a while to bask in falling  light.  Love Jeba.