UPHILL BATTLE
Day 34 Thursday August 15 Zoe’s Morning Pages
Hey hello. I overheard some potentially
great news last night. Skagit Farmers in Freeland's got free hot dogs all day
long! That’s on the to do list for this morning.
Early morning! I could go for a little
beef after that workout Mischa put me through yesterday. She must be havin a
mid-life crisis or somethin. But really I think she's too old for that. It's
getting to be like boot camp out there. Now instead a just runnin on the level
like we use ta do in the great flat state of florida, she's got me runnin
straight up them hills. She says we’re in the great pacific northwest land of
snow-capped mountains and and if ya got mountains ya gotta climb em. You know I
think I should mention to her that all this exercise is not really makin much
of a dent in the ole waistline if that's what we're suppose ta be after, which
I am pretty sure is the plan. Hey Mischa don't look now but we both got them
bulgin bellies, sorry to break it to you so bluntly. She had me goin up and
down one steep and perilous cliff after another. I'm starting to think she
thinks I'm really a goat or something. I heard her call me a gotsiki more
than once. She don't think I speak Greek, but I got a dictionary now! I know
what's she's sayin!
I think she was tryin to get somethin
outta her system with all that uphill trauma she put me through. I ain't gonna
take it personal. But except for the fact that there is always a possibility of
free food en route, I might consider bein a bit more discriminatin about just
leapin into that car in the morning. I should be able to tell by now when the
foul mood is settin in upon her and she might be feelin the need to just run it
off. On those days I could politely beg off the ride. She'd be ok with that, I
could pull out the old-dog-face ( ears back and puppy eyes on), or the
I-gotta-spend-time-with-B-this-morning face, or I could simply make myself
scarce when she reaches for the car keys. I am a little like ole Pavlov's dog
with them keys though. I gotta work on that.
I know fur sure one bad thing that
happened yesterday. Mischa had the bright idea to cook up some smelts she
bought at the fish store. I didn't know fish lived in a store really I thought
they lived on the water, but I'm learnin new things all the time despite my
advanced age. Anyways she comes home with these fishes, and she tells B she's
gonna cook em up. Then she gets em all lined up in the pan, and I notices she's
gettin kinda woozy or somethin. She starts waving like a flag in the wind! She
kept callin them smereethes she said that's Greek for smelts, cause if you say
it in Greek, it's a little less likely to freak ya out. It's like havin a
second cousin once removed. He's far enough away that if somethin happens to
him, you might not go immediately into a morbid depression. I think I'm gettin
off the beatin track, or however you say that.
Anyways she thought maybe if she cut
their heads off it'd be easier to look at them and get em in the oven. I sure
woulda liked that! She called out the window to B and said "B I don't
think I can eat these!" And the ole B tells her it's ok, like she gives her
the go-ahead ...remember now we're vegans, and we don't eat no animals. Fishes is
animals, right? So I'm not really sure how the little smelts got into our bag
at the store in the first place. Now we is faced with a big dilemma. The house
smells like the Dead Sea. I got a little saliva comin outta my mouth in
expectation, and Mischa is about to get sick cause she feels so bad about the
Dead-Sea-fish.
Then I hear her, calling out the window
again to B and says " I can't do it B!" And then real fast like
almost before Mischa had the entire sentence outta her mouth B says, "
bring em out we'll fertilize the maple tree, I'll get the pick axe!"
So at this point I was real disappointed
cause my lunch was about to be buried. Also I felt real bad for Mischa cause
she had been kinda rosy brown lookin and the all a sudden she was more like a
green color.
But gettin back to the uphill battle we
waged yesterday in that park, I think Mischa was just tryin to get that lapse
in judgment outa her head and outta her body. She just kept muttering about the
poor fishes till I thought both me and B were gonna scream " enough
already!"
B said "honey you can moan about
that till the cows come home, but it ain't gonna change nothin, just forgive
yourself and thank the fishes and let's enjoy our lunch."
Now I am wondering, are we gettin cows
now. We just got rid of all them chickens, I'm not sure I like cows....
Hey got to go, hot dogs are callin out my
name, and no I am not ashamed one tiny little bit, a girl's gotta eat don't
she?
B- bye!
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