Day 107 Dead or Alive Sun Oct 27

Day 107 Sun Oct 27 Zoe Can’t Stop Talkin

DEAD OR ALIVE

Good mornin self it is sunday at last. This is our favorite day of the week. It’s quieter on sundays and a gal can hear herself feel. This is our philosophical day. Everybody’s got their head in a big sheet a paper or a rectangle on sunday and they’s either sighin or laughin or cryin.  Sometimes they’s doin all three.

I can hear all them birds and insects chirpin and flappin and crunchin and singin. Their little voices is very distinctive on sundays as they got so much less competition with the bipeds. Bipeds make a lot a noise. They have a machine to do every possible thing you can imagine. In our house we got juicers and toasters and sweepers and saws and clippers and whackers and polishers. The list goes on....I could write a book!

Us dogs and all them birds and insects...we don’t come with any noisy machines. If we find it necessary to raise our voices we do that, but no ear splittin, bone shakin, metal on metal grindin, gear whirrin machinery ever crosses our doorsteps.

Personally I think them machines is havin a negative impact on the population. I mean, I read about how them whales is goin crazy with all the sonar. Them firecrackers and guns gives us traumatic stress. Cars and trucks scare the tree breezes outta ya. The vacuum is a menace to every animals last nerve. And them leaf blowers! Egads people let the wind do it, that’s what its for!

Sometimes I think that the only reason we die is to get the heck away from all the noise people make.

It is an escape route isn’t it?

Speakin a passin on. Dana and mischa was talkin about how we keep on talkin to each other whether we is dead or alive! They said that aunt menna was ten years deep into her altzheinmers when she woke up outta deep sleep and started callin out to her daughter. But her daughter was far away in a hospital cause she was real sick and fixin to pass, in fact she did pass right when that ole menna started wailin!  And then mishca told about her yiayia seein mischa’s dad comin to the house with his hand over his chest, sayin ‘’I been hurt”. That day mischa’s mom got a letter sayin her husband was in a hospital in italy, with a wound to the chest. Then dana told about the lady who woke up in the middle of then night from a nightmare, she said it was 4:35 am in the dream, stormy, and  the chandalier in the baby’s room was swayin then it fell right on the baby. So the woman got up and brought the baby back to bed with her. At 4:35am a strong storm passed through and the chandalier fell onto the crib! Then mischa said about the lady who’s son took his own life and the mom, even though she was 3000 miles away, got a tap on her shoulder from nobody and then she saw, in her mind’s eye, her son laying dead on the ground.

So I don’t know if them dead people have any long involved conversations with the livin, but they definitely have a way of connectin when they’s on their way out.

Mischa said, don’t forget ole missus moraitis who was plannin a trip to greece and was last seen on the church steps in the village where she was born. And seen by 4 other ladies, and talkin too and makin plans! Only thing was old missus moraitis had never left america on accounta she up and died before she got on the plane.

Yeah them dead has their own ideas don’t they.

I’m pretty sure based on the evidence, one a their ideas is to escape the cacophony here on earth. It’s gettin louder and louder. It’s hard for a pup to get any good solid rest around here.

If mischa read this, she’d think I was fixin to die, but I aint. She’d say “zoe, if you die I’m gonna kill you”.

Anyways, I do my best on sundays. And right now I am headin for the breakfast nook, where I smell coffee brewin and biscuits bakin....so....later.