B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for December 18, 2020

Lord, give me patience. NOW!

Everything in moderation, even moderation.

I figure turtles live so long… because they never leave home. (Grin!)

The bird is an occasional feature of this strip. I remember one where B.C. asks “Bird, what do think of my friend Peter?” The bird says “Cheep!”

The chirping from a cricket would drive a saint to madness.

“Masters of Zen, Dinner of Men!”

Watch out for the Snapping Turtle

Oh dear. I did that once while talking to 2 nice little old ladies who had come to my door talking about their religion while my nasty chihuahua kept up a barking tirade behind me. When I turned back to them they looked like 2 frightened rabbits.

Even gurus come down off the mountain at times.

A Zen master knows when to let off steam.

He’s not cheep, he’s thrifty.

Sometimes it’s the little things that bother us the most.

Und zen vhat do you do?

Sometimes you should speak softly and carry a big stick. Other times you need to speak loudly and clear the air (and bushes …).

Sometimes the only way to zen out is to first master wielding a fly swatter.

I don’t mind crickets but my ex once got up in the middle of the night to hunt down a cricket in the house.

One cricket is OK, but 100’s and 100’s outside my bedroom window? Not so much!

♫Slow down. You move too fast.♫

That is so apropos to so many people today!

My daddy’s nickname for me was Cricket. He said it was because I was about the size of one. I miss my daddy!!

Being a tortoise he is neither a master of zen nor a turtle— he simply alludes to the titles to enhance his image.

He is a tortoise not a turtle or he’d be in water all of the time.