Day 39 Tuesday August 20
BUSY BUSIER BUSIEST
Yeah hello Z, this is Z, as I guess you know.
Listen that doctor is still on my mind. You know what else
he said? He said that if you spend too much time in front of them rectangles,
all that extra poundge you are running up and down them hills trying to melt
off? Well it aint goin to go
nowhere any time too soon! He says them rectangles has something to do with
those who are more robust in girth, remaining more robust in girth.... EEEK. I
hope Mischa didn’t let that sink too far in cause you know she’s susceptible to
suggestion. I ain’t sayin she’s a hypochondriac or nothin, but she does have
one of them imaginations that’ll spin-out real easy.
Well anyway on another note, we was talkin about how busy our
lives are, and tryin to sort out how we could maybe put a few brakes on that
action. We were thinnkin about all the things ya got to do in one day’s time,
and it makes ya dizzy just listin them. Mischa keeps sayin “Am I missing
something here? “ “Whatever happend to the be-here-now idea! Obviously I
blinked and got lost!”
I know what she means, sometimes I feel like I am
everywhere, except here. I use ta just hang out and meditate and get real quiet
and take nice long naps and have them real pleasant visions of steak tartar and
pate. Then a whole bunch a stuff intervened. First off they take me with them
when they go to work which it seems they do a bit way too often; second they
stopped eating meat so my dreams have for the most part been shattered; and third
there is always some buzzing going on around here it’s hard to feel yourself
think!
Mischa says everything’s busy. “What do you mean?” I ask.
“Look at them birds, all day they never take a break from eating those
berries.”
“Oh yeah,” I say.
“Also the male birds they keep an eagle eye out for other males and
that’s exhausting!” Those birds is always mistaking their own image in the
window for an incoming attack by some stranger. The morning’s stuffed full of
us all flinchin everytime one of them bangs their head against the glass. It
ain’t pretty. Once in a while one of them bites the dust. I try to gt out and
see if I can get just a morsel, but usually Mischa beats me to the punch. I
don’t know why she’s in such a hurry to get the thing, she don’t eat birds.
Anyway the good news is most of them just get themselves stunned and play dead
for a while then get up all of a sudden and fly off. I think they’s all
catholics or something and they like re-enacting the resurrection. Whatever, I
never did get to eat any, but the are busy slamming themselves into our house.
And busy, too are those deer, they look all slow and non-chalant,
but they are busy. They are plottin whose fruit trees and whose roses and whose
bushes is going to be their next meal. That takes a lot of energy. Then they
got to organize their babies and go out and actually do it. And them babies is
always wanderin off makin the parents day even more stressful and more busy!
Oh yeah and rabbits, busy busy, busy doin we all know
what. That’s busy fun, though!
Then there’s those bees, which, need I say more...Makin wax;
buildin perfect hexagons;
producin their own antibiotics; keepin their hives all clean and air
tight; oh yeah and they also make stuff to lasso honey-rustlers like wasps n such
who try en rob em; they raise up their brood; hold meetins about whose goin be
the queen; they hatch plot against
them ne’er-do-well drones; collect pollen and nectar; turn nectar into honey; have them swarmin meetings and them scoutin missions and they’re
in and out and in and out all day long! . They’re so busy they can’t even live
long enough to get a day off!
I sure hope that aint the case for us. I could use a day
off.
So if I had to rate them all I’d say that people and dogs
are busy, but them wild animals are busier and them bees is completely over the
top busiest
So all in all I think we should just get right down on our
knees and thank the heavens above for not havin to be the busiest of them all.
I couldn’t take it. Its hard enough time just bein plain busy.
On another note. But related to busy... Mischa gets these
bright ideas all the time and starts askin us all these questions. Like this
morning she said...”Does the earth really need us? I mean are we here to
witness something or help something along or are we an anomaly. I mean we look
way different than most of the natural world, are we supposed to be here? Maybe
we were an accident that got carried away with itself.”
And me and B is like “WHAT?”
“Hey” I says “am I included in that, ‘we’?”
Mischa thinks these kinda questions is on the mind of every
breathn creature, perhaps even non breathin ones.
Are we here on purpose or on accident?
Now if that ain’t the beginin of a great big pile of worry,
I don’t know what is. I was just startin to believe she realized that I was
gettin up in years and could use a little less stress in my life. I was just
thinkin she was goin start gettin
a little more relaxed herself. But no, she decides to revisit them big
questions, anytime there is a lull in the action. You know it has somethin to
do with her heritage she told me. Them like her was born to question
everything. So I guess we is just all in for it. No rest for the weary around
here. In fact one day she said all proud and puffed up like “My people invented
philosophy!” And I was all “WOW
really?” except don’t tell her, I
have no idea what philosophy is and I misplaced my dictionary!
Speakin a weary, I got to remind myself about that fella and
circuitous rhythms or somethin like that, that he was talkin about. By the way
this guy talks in the rectangle Mischa has in her pocket, I mighta mentioned
this before...sometimes his conversation‘s a head-turner. And me and Mischa
discusses it, sort of, after we haul ourselves around the park and collapse on
the grass. Only problem is he don’t answer all our questions, it’s kinda like
he talks right over us sometimes. But, we are use to that, it happens a lot in
this place.
Well, I’m in the mood for a snooze. So until the rosy
finger-tips of dawn dare drape the edge of the world yet again... Later.
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