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THE SHADOW!
August 13 Day
32 Zoe’s Morning Pages
Hey
Zoe, you gotta get a grip on you self girl.... I says to my self. I don’t know
why it happens,
but
it’s the little things that scare me.
Mischa
says it’s the exact same way for her.
I
mean if the house should spontaneously combust, we could deal with it. When
them hurricanes twirl in off the Atlantic Ocean, it don’t bother us none.
Earthquakes? Been there, done that, we say. Blizzards?
Well
ole Mischa’s been through plenty, me just one but it was in the middle of the
Rockies so I think it counts for
more. Plane crash? Well I might have to draw the line there... I hates, flyin!
But
what I’m gettin at is this. I was just out in the garden with Mischa the other
day, and I was takin a nap and she was tying up them big tall plants which
looks like they wannta take over the world...and all is going real nice and calm.
Then all of a sudden I wake up
with a start and I look over at the side of the house
and
I leaps up into the air! Same time
I leap, she leaps! And on the way down we looks over at each other tyrin to
figure out what happened. Turns out we both thought we saw this huge grey
rabbit looming over us!
But
you know what? It was just a shadow of this baby bunny that snuck in! I mean,
people, this is embarrassing. I am so glad I have some way to vent this, in
private! This happens to us a lot. Shadows scare
us. Sometimes Mischa’ll be like washin her face in the sink
and
she’ll all a sudden jump up a few feet off the ground and then when she comes
down I usually fly up from the impact! Next thing I know after she’s all done
breathin heavy... she starts starin into the sink and laughin! Why? Cause it
was her own self’s shadow in the sink that had her all scared. Sometimes our own friends’ll come in the room and we don’t hear them, and
we’ll all a sudden see something in the edge of the eye and up we go! Even my tail twitchin scares me, some
days. And that dang phone of
Mischa’s starts talkin in her pocket all the time and it scares the heck outta
both of us! Yesterday some lady from down under was yakkin away in Mischa’s pocket about some mob
of joeys who was hoppin real fast down a city street and turned into this alley
way. All a sudden they was stompin all their hind legs on the ground like they
was one of them Japanese drummin bands. Turns out them kangaroos cant hop
backwards and they had got themselves stuck in the alley! Anyways, all that was
comin outta her pocket, and yes it made us anxious.
Mischa
says she gets scared if her belly growls! I wonder if she thinks somebody’s in
there tryin to get out? My belly don’t scare me none, I just go get a quick
snack when it starts up any sorta conversation. I suggested that to Mischa but
she muttered somethin about our waistlines explodin or somethin like that.
Now
that would make me terrible nervous,
if my waistline exploded, in fact just thinkin about that one scares me.
Speakin
a just thinkin, I think maybe these pages makes ya think more than ya really
should about some stuff.
Maybe
some stuff’s best left un-think, un-spoken, and un-written down. It’s like mind
clutter aint it?
But
then again I guess that’s why I’m writin these mourning pages, so as I sweep
the clutter out every day and get on with just being! Mischa says that’s with a big B. And she also said I could use that pretty broom our friend Scout painted for us. That
should help with the ardous task of the daily sweep.
Hey
gotta split, some guy’s dumpin a load of little sticks in the yard. Curious
noses need to snoop in on that action.
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