Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. Each week, bloggers are invited to join this exercise in the study and cultivation of one’s innate capacity to experience the psycho-emotional state of gratitude. It’s not for the faint of heart. Do not, we repeat, do not read further unless you’re willing to see things differently. ’nuff said.
Below is our list of Ten Things of Thankful for this week in June, 2089
1) Phyllis
2) Una
3) the Wakefield Doctrine
4) the Six Sentence Story blohop
5) the Six Sentence Café & Bistro an imaginary Café in the virtual world frequented by fictional characters… sorta like Rick’s Café Américain in that old movie ‘cept no Nazis, easier to get to and populated with more creative and attractive ‘people’. While a description of the physical plant (and location) is well-documented in these pages (mostly in Comments) the thing about the Café is its perseverance, persistence and consistency. Write you a visit (aka a walk-on) and anything goes. The beauty part is a) you don’t need to spend much time on establishing location and 2) you won’t be alone.
ok, you twisted our arm(s)
The building is in an under-redeveloped section of a mid-sized city. Granite, brick and cast iron are the predominant building materials.
From a somewhat busy thoroughfare in the nearest medium-sized city, look for the side street where the last-remaining cobbler has a shop, (next to a seamstress with a sign in the window ‘Wedding Gowns on Consignment). Continue walking until you come to a lane (sidewalks now reduced to one side of the street only) and the buildings are growing larger, emptier and made of granite and brick instead of glass, steel and indifference. The road you’re on seems to broaden (as much to the empty lots of a once thriving industrial area of the city) and up on the left is a lane where the sidewalks are somehow cleaner, less pink-bubblegum splotched.
The Six Sentence Café & Bistro is in a building, (former textile mile if you must know)… non-descript but clearly well-kept amidst hulks, shells and remnants of the discarded infrastructure of a long-gone industrial engine.
6) update on ongoing landscaping project
7) fricken rabbits which is not quite the issue. these are Millennial rabbits… carefree, running around on the lawn at all hours and totally without fear of predators (two legs or four) seriously, when we go out to chase them away from the front of the house (where a Husky is literally bouncing off the picture windows) they’ll like sit there until you get within arms length. they just don’t care!
8) historical Grat roadtrips as evidenced in the photo at the top of page back in 2010 or ’11 or so we did yearly trips to Salt Lake City for a business convention. This photo is of us at Meteor Crater in Arizona. (And yeah, we continued down Rt 40 and stood on a certain corner. Hint in music vids)
9) something, something
10) Secret Rule 1.3
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About clarkscottroger
No, you’re not being stalked — I’m just killing time waiting for England to play their World Cup game in New York. Now to #7…
Rabbits! For years, a nightmare that was impossible to solve. I’ve invested more money in chicken wire and mesh than produce I tried to protect — the green beans, and lettuces and radishes, tomatoes and beet root. They even dug tunnels under the chicken wire and ate the potatoes! The French know how to deal with rabbits though — they toss the little blighters in a Le Creuset pot with a tight lid into the oven for a long, slow cook with vegetables. Délicieux!
All the best for your week, Clark!
Next to squirrels the largest wildlife demographic here. at least this year
you too, Misky
Love the intro, and the description of the SSC&B. We had a lot of rabbits too when I was younger but now I haven’t seen any in a long time, maybe because I don’t visit mum enough, hmm.
ty, R
funny about the rabbits the population varies markedly from year to year, this year many, last year few
You’re not one to use traps for bunnies. Besides, it is bad for reputation and business. I get mice and their burrows. It is nasty setting loose the traps in uninhabited land or the other alternative.
no no point to traps our property is 5 ac and border on one side by the backyards of neighbors… I was expecting the fox demographic to counterbalance the rabbits. but they (the foxes) have been nowhere to be found since the Spring
have a good week
Ah, the road trip memories. Somehow we forget the stiffness and the “hold it until the next exit” moments until the next time we set out, right?
As for the rabbits, we don’t see them here, too many coyotes.
I have the purist approach: find a target, drive there, document, leave. but I enjoy driving so getting there is not bad (on my own for these)
yeah only say one coyote a year or two ago, foxes however, there had been at least one family in the woods last year… maybe they’ve gone vegan
winslow…??? no kidding…. arizona is a big state… have you been to verde mesa… mystical unbelievable …grand canyon… on and on and on it goes…. nothing like getting in the car and going. somewhere…. i laughed at the rabbits… in texas they’re everywhere … just a glimpse in the oddest of moments… coming outta the woods or from under a fence when they think no one sees them… like they’re invisible …ha!…. i’m surprised there are not more i imagine with all the wild life around there mighty tasty to the hungry critters … that’s the ticket i’m invisible … it’s fun until it becomes true and when you look for your reflection or shadow there’s nothing there… working on that story… that’s exactly… well sorta… how i thought the cafe was … down a faraway lane in an old building… can’t wait to visit the rooftop garden… enjoyed reading your list… gotta include your best doggie friend… have an awesome week… see ya there…
For the two-legged Millennial rabbits you could put out a park bench. From the photos of your yard you have the perfect place for rabbits. I once watched a mother rabbit look back on the large clay flower pot where she left her babies under the mulch as if she were praying a blessing over them now they were on their own. They all survived to the best of my knowledge.
yeah it just makes you wonder how the species survives with the slow response times
*climbs out of the proverbial cave to once again re-emerge into the land of all-things-dear-friends* Helloooo! 👋 “I had to hop over and say I am ALWAYS GRATEFUL for the Doctrine. Even when I’m a lil swallowed up by life and am but just a wee dot at the bottom of the cavernous cave, I will still think, “Heh. If a Roger were here at the bottom with me, they’d be wailing or lashing out at me in anger.” To which I’d reply, “Get ahold of yourself. Let’s put our thinking caps on and climb out of this place.” Where’s the Scott? At the top of the cavernous cave offering to lower the rope, screaming out instructions into the abyss and throwing down bottles of water, telling everyone else gathered around what to do. Once the Scott is certain that the Roger is securely tied to the rope, he’ll make a whole show of HEAVING and HAWING in a demonstration of brute strength to save the day.” One helluva metaphor, no? Well, shoot. That was a six sentence story, wasn’t it? Where’s Denise? This counts, right? RIGHT!?
And we’re always glad to hear from you… back from the real world with tales of encounters with mystical Outsiders, raging Predators and complacent-agrressive Herd Members. ;}
glad you mentioned the lashing out (of a roger) understanding this form of defensive attack is one of the genuinely serendipitous insights to come out of the Doctrine crazy valuable to clarks in it’s capacity to neutralize the effect of a roger’ drive to feel better
what’s not to love about scotts! beats reading a book (well, until you’re worn down and bruised the efforts of desperate fun that springs up around them… like they scott are often wrong, but never uncertain
Yes, yes it was. (A Six Sentence Story ‘On Return from a Spiritual Walkabout, Our Explorerette Regale Her Friends with Tales of Strange Worlds and Stranger People’)