Pointin the Finger
AUGUST 11 DAY
30 ZOE’S MORNING PAGES
Well
alls well that ends well. However, as soon as you get to the good ending whatever wasnt going so good rolls back
in like a big fog. That’s not unlike the one that comes acrosst the sound.
Mischa got stuck in that fog at the beach the other day. When she left here it
was all sunny and warm, then she gets down to the beach, which is within
spittin distance, and it’s like she’s in heaven, except she wasn’t, cause she
was freezin!
Anyways
the good news is Mischa did open that door last night and she got down on her
knees, practically on her belly really and started rubbin me all over and
bathing me in love! So whatever it was that had fallen between us somehow evaporated
in the time between the airlift and her bedtime. I can’t remember really what
it was. Mischa says this tendancy runs in our side of the family. Somthin big
happens and emotions fly all over the house then in about an hour somebody,
like B maybe, taps you on the shoulder and says, ‘’now lets talk about that’’,
and we’re like, ‘’about what?’’
Not cause we’re tryin to be smart alexes. It’s just cause a our jeans, we simply do not
remember. We are on to the next thing, and in a good mood too to boot! This
makes certain people crazy, I can sorta see why it would.
So
Mischa puts me up in the bed with her for the whole night! And it was a good
thing too cause one of them lightening thunder storms came rushin through,
without any advanced notice, I might add. Took us all by surprise. So I just
got real down deep into the covers so as nothing could find me till it was all
done rattlin and boomin. Mischa’s mom said ole god was movin his furnishings
around when it thundered like that and I said ‘’ Yikes what’s he got up there
for furnishings, giant bowlin alleys?
That’s a lot of racket for one ole guy to make!”
Then
this morning, first thing, me and B look out the window and what’s in the yard,
except them dang chickens again! They was runnin all over the place flappin and
peckin and squakin.
B
says ‘’we got new chickens?’’
Mischa
says ‘’yeah, aint they cute?’’
And
then B says ‘’I thought we weren’t going have no more chickens for a while.”
And
Mischa she just smiles and eats her cereal and drinks the coffee and stares out
the window at the birds like they is all her sweet little babies.
If
I could weigh in here I think B was askin for both of us cause, I don’t like
them chickens one bit. There was one who was friendly but that was it! They’d see me comin and they’d start
plottin against me. They’d peck round my toes, or even my tail! That big rooster he use ta come at you
like he was a bull or something, I guess he didn’t have no mirror in that hen
house. He wasnt no fun for
anybody, especially them hens!
Then
B’s eyes narrow a bit, I wouldnt say it was her most ferocious look, but it was
headin in that direction.
‘’Mischa
who is goin take care of those chickens when we we’re away?”
And
then ole Mischa lays her cards down on the table.
She
tells B ‘’don’t worry...they’re just on loan for a week or two.” “I didn’t mean to scare guys. I didn’t
realize how you felt.”
And
this is when me and B gets right on top of it and tells Mischa how we kept it
all inside all them years she had them chickens in the yard. Caus a how much
she loved them ole chickens. and trained them all to do tricks, we never let on
that we did not fancy them hens. Then Mischa looks all amazed, stuck somewhere
between delighted and worried. Finally the thick air in the room starts thinnin
out and Mischa jumps up and makes everbody a piece of toast with peanut butter
on it, a big bowl of fruit all colorful and shiny and I think she even snuck a
goat cheese on the plate, vegan or no vegan.
Then
B says ‘’huzzahh!” half on account
a the pretty food and half on account a we could all breathe easy again.
One
more thing, though. Me and Mischa saw somethin amazin today when we was runnin.
A little teeny weeny chipmonk, with one of them racing stripes down her back
was playin possum in the middle of the trail!
And
Mischa puts her hand out to stop me in my tracks, cause I wasn’t really lookin
ahead. I had my nose on a real
spicy line of conversation two ole dogs left behind.
And
then I sees what Mischa sees, this little chippie’s holdin somethin in her
snout!. And we’re all, ‘’don’t them chipmonks eat nuts and berries?” Then we
looks closer and sees she’s got one a her babies in her mouth!
When
we came home B said, maybe she was movin her nest around, like spring cleanin
sort of, without the vacuum, I would hope! Anyways she finally realized we weren’t
eatin her for protein, even though we coulda... and she darted back into the
woods with that baby dangling from her proboscis! That’s my new
w
o r d for the day. And speakin of
days....
Gooday
to ya Jack (that’s one a my nicknames!)
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