I am postponing the posting of a most upsetting article about our current prison system in favor of easing us all into the weekend. There’s always Monday….

Instead I will alert you to murder most fowl when a group of decidedly determined French chickens ganged up on a fox and saw to his demise. He was caught with them overnight in the henhouse when the communal pecking commenced. Maybe they have seen enough yellow vests recently to be alerted to the power of concerted action…. https://www.cnn.com/2019/03/13/europe/france-fox-killed-chickens-intl-scli/index.html

I had just read about this over yesterday’s breakfast treat at a small cafe in NE PDX and somehow could not stop laughing during the required postprandial walk to get rid of croissant calories and crumbs, not necessarily in that order. People must have thought here comes another Madwoman of Chaillot. Except most likely not many people along Sandy and 39th know the 1945 French play…. they probably just assumed I had a fleeting high.

Just like Giraudoux’ eccentric Countess Aurelia, said madwoman, I saw the world in those few blocks as pretty happy and beautiful.

Owls were hovering:

St. Patrick’s Day swag colored the world green:

Billiard beckoned:

And the sight of a barbershop illusion reminded me of the fact that I never, ever have to teach undergraduates Perception again. Hallelujah.

Unlike the madwoman, however, I refrained from locking away numerous oil barons and venture capitalists. Still working on gathering a co-conspiratorial band of fellow outcasts like the ones she had at her disposal. As I said, there’s always Monday.

iPhone Photographs are from a 2 block radius Thursday morning.

Music today from Edith Piaf, who would have fit right in with the mood.