Monday Musings

October is Facial Pain Awareness Month, sharing the time with Breast Cancer Awareness. While facial pain doesn’t carry the dire outcomes of some breast cancer diagnoses, it it most debilitating and often lasts years.

Graphic with wordage: Facial Pain Awareness Month. #Facetodaytogether Light turquoise ribbon

For eight years now, atypical trigeminal neuralgia, TN-2, has been a daily problem for me, and my recent spine surgery exacerbated the symptoms big time. I won’t go into details, but it has been a really rough couple of weeks. Thankfully, I seem to be doing a little better. I think a couple of afternoons at a park with a small lake helped. As my brother reminded me in a text, “Nature can be so therapeutic, especially with water.”

I agree.

It was so refreshing so sit at a picnic table and watch the water as wind rippled the surface. Then one day the ducks decided to take a swim.

Two mallard ducks and one whit duck in water.

When I start to feel a little better, I tend to push myself, and I think I need to rest a bit now. Did a lot this morning, so it’s time. I’ll turn the space over to my friend, Slim Randles and his story of an unusual legacy. Enjoy!

We all read about Pastor Jeff’s latest tribulation in the local paper, the Valley Weekly Miracle.  Maybe tribulation is too strong a word, because, after all, when someone leaves your church a huge legacy, isn’t it time for rejoicing? Shouldn’t we all be walking around the walls of Jericho tootling on ram’s horns and beating the drums in jubilation?

It seems one of Pastor Jeff’s former church members – a kinda strange former church member – went off to the city some years ago and became a fairly well-known painter of pictures. When this eccentric artist went to that great studio in the sky recently, leaving no family, his will left everything to Pastor Jeff’s congregation. There was a little money, which was welcomed, naturally, but the main items were paintings.

More than a thousand of them.

The paintings are now the property of Pastor Jeff’s church. The basement is filled with them and they’re threatening to crowd the pie-cooling counter in the ladies’ kitchen area, something that just can’t happen.

The paintings must be sold, of course, but there is one catch: none of them are named, and everyone knows a painting must have a name or else it’s not a real work of art. These paintings are from the school of abstract expressionism, which means there’s a lot of bright paint on them, and if you can look at one and figure out what it’s supposed to be, the artist failed.

A painting-naming committee was formed, naturally, and the last we heard, had about a dozen paintings named, based loosely on what some wild curve or blob on the canvas brought to someone’s mind.

Of course, down at the Mule Barn truck stop’s philosophy counter and world dilemma think tank, we came up with a solution in about three cups’ time.

The trick, we decided, is to blend nonsensical words together, because anyone who would buy one of these paintings has an obvious contempt for reality in the first place. So we came up with a formula. Make a list and name a painting an amalgamation/dynamism/cataclysm/rudiment/despotism/heraldry/approximation


sin/pulchritude/embellishment/innocence/hitchiking/world order/fishing season/spaghetti feeds/lassitude/ennui/cyclamates.

You simply pick a word from one column, one from the other column, slap ’em together and there you go. With seven words in the first column and 11 in the second column, the naming committee can instantly name at least 77 paintings.

And we come up with this just during three cups of Mavis’s best.

A hard-working church committee could name a thousand paintings during one of Pastor Jeff’s sermons and be back in business in time for the benediction.

I’m putting my dibs down on Despotism of Pulchritude. Hope I don’t get outbid.


Read the first novel ever published in Alaska – The Long Dark by Slim Randles.

4 thoughts on “Monday Musings”

  1. I told ma you got too much writing to do so am so bestilled at your determination. U have always inspired me and always will be. Don’t the geese we always saw when we went for a walk down the see west road. This is what got my attention. Love and blessings ❤️

    1. Thanks for popping in, Sheila. I do remember those geese and the great walks we took eons ago. Hope you continue in your recovery, too. You are one strong woman!!

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