BIKE RIDE
Day 47 Wed Aug
28 Zoe’s Morning Pages
HERE
WE GO! Nothing like a nice bike ride on a sunny afternoon. Well partly sunny,
anyway. Them two little people from next door came over and we jumped on our
bikes and went gardening at Maggie’s farm. Mischa and the little people’s mom
walked behind us. Really they were a kinda a drag on accounta every few minutes
they were shoutin out some kinda directive. “Mest, keep your eye on the road!;
Kal watch out for the sticker bushes!; Zoe hold on to the handlebars Zoe!” It
did sorta take the edge of the fun, or throw the fun over the edge or something
like that. But we managed to eek a bit of pleasure outta the excursion.
I
could hear them two moms talkin behind us the whole time we was in the garden,
and there was an edge on that conversation fur sure! One of them said they was
anxious and then the other one said they was too. Next thing I know I look up
and both of them has got them wavy lines squigglin acrosst their foreheads!
Also there was water in little puddles sittin up above their lips! Yeah, they
was anxious and I know about what! They is both afraid to die! What a surprise!
But wasnt it them two that was talkin about bein infinite just the other day?
I
says to Mischa “ya can’t be infinite and die, too!” She knows I have a point,
but she says it’s the thing that humans struggle with and it’s the reason they
get dogs into their lives in the first place! So all good there, I guess. Is she sayin that I am in her
life so as she will stop believin in something that aint true in the first
place?
Cheez
pizza them people thinks too much dont they?
Anyways
she says dogs is pure joy, and the little people’s mom says little people is
pure joy and I say my moms is pure joy. So that seems like another one of them
tight little circles. And aint circles infinite?
I
gotta tell Mischa, really, she aint gonna die.
Oh
yeah, get this, the best thing in the world happened yesterday, even though it
was suppose to happen Monday if the mailperson hadn’t been a chicken, that’s
what Mischa said. We got cookies, from aunt Dana, the Redhead and ofcourse my
cousin Pink! And they are from Crete! All nice and brown with little sesame
seeds sprinkled all over em. My god they are good. We usually only gets them
when we are on the other side of the continent! Mischa and I had to go retrieve
em at the post office! We aint really the retrievin types, but we did it. We
had this little piece of paper in our mailbox that said the package could not
be delivered to our house on accounta a ‘loose dog’. Loose dog? Watch it lady,
who you callin loose? And Mischa was all up in armies about it. She kept showin
the note to people all day and throwin her hands up in the air. Then she would
point to me and say “They’re afraid of Zoe? Zoe, they’re afraid of Zoe? come on
people!” She said it so many times I started to get kinda irritated. Like hey
mom, I can be a force to be reckoned with when necessary. I mean that is part
of my job description, is it not? And is she sayin, I don’t do my job well? Is she suggestin I is ineffectual?
Hummph, that gets me a little hot under the collar! I could take that as an
insult.
But
on second and third thought, I think I will consider it a compliment. Maybe she
just sees me as being above all that human drama. Maybe she sees me as the
enlightened creature that I truly am, the big OM maker, the
one-with-the-universe dog, the peacemaker, the one who walks in ghandi’s
footsteps, the answer to her anxious ruminations. Yeah, I think it’s more like that.
Ya
know, all that processing, got me hungry, so gotta run. Later.
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