SHOULD I STAY
OR SHOULD I GO
Day 45 Mon Aug
26 Zoe’s Morning Pages
OK.
So I got myself in a little trouble yesterday and now
I
have to contemplate my next move. That open studio thing was happening for the
second day in a row, and so I set up my ‘donation’ jar further down the drive.
Yes I did it so as not to be in view of the overseer! Seeing as I got in a heap
of trouble the day before for what Mischa called bilking and I called busking.
Details!
First
of all, not one measly canine showed up!
Therefore,
my jar was totally empty at the end of the day. And I was starvin. No one even
looked twice at me. It was like I was invisible. I hate when that happens.
Second
Mischa did discover me, cause I was so bored I fell asleep and didnt hear her
callin me, so she came lookin for me all concerned and then spies my jar! I was
not bilkin or buskin I was busted!
So
all night I was restless countin creeps over and over tryin to go to sleep, but
it didnt work, things just started to get really really noisy in my head. Suddenly, I got the bright idea, that
if, perhaps, under a certain set of circumstances, and if the fates looked
favorably on the idea...I might just move outta here, go to the city and get
myself a job. I mean, why not? I got talent.
I
heard them talkin one time about a biscuit factory. I know I qualify to work
there. And if I got myself gainfully employed, I could, theoretically have as
many biscuits as my wallet would allow.
I
could quit this side-show of a life I have goin on every dang weekend and get
respectable employment. Of course I would have to take Mischa and B with me,
cause I still don’t have my license....but they might come! I hear Mischa
talkin about how she wishes she could walk to town and drink those little
coffees with her pals.
Now
I sure would miss all this fresh air and all them farm animals that gives off
those real pungent smells!
But
I think I could get use to car fumes and factory smoke; conveyor belts and
grinding metal; honkin cars and road rage; traffic jams and dark alleys; concrete
jungles en such!
Wait
a minute wait a minute. What am I sayin.
There’s
got to be a better way. Think Zoe think!
You
want biscuits, and plenty of em. You want independence so as you can have them
biscuits when, where and in the quantity you so desire. What can you what can
you do?
Hey
there’s an echo in here! My mind
is gettin bossier and bossier this week. I think I got to say a prayer or
something, I got to pull my self together, I need help!
So
after I couldn’t take my mind one second longer I offered this up to thin air,
where I assume God lives.
“God,
if you can hear me, which I am fairly sure you can, please give me some help,
some direction, as I am feelin like a lost lamb and I didn’t even have no ewe
mama.”
You
will not believe what happened next! Mischa comes into the room and cozies up
to me. She starts pettin me all over with special attention behind my ears,
which j’adore. Then she looks down and after a particularly long and heart-felt
string of butter butter cream cream sugar sugar...says: “Zoemou, I think you
and me need some help.” “Help, did
you say help?” I asks her. “Yeah like we need some direction in our lives.”
“Direction, you said directions?” “Zoe why are you repeating everything I say
honey?” “Mischa” I says “I am repeating everything you say cause you, my dear
mother, you have just answered a prayer!”
And
she got this big beamin smile acrosst her snout like she was feelin the love!
“Zoe, you and I are going on a diet!” “Yikes, Mischa, a diet?” “Yes, this is
how we are going to solve a whole bunch of problems in front of us right now. I
know you are gettin quite obsessed with your biscuits. You’re hoardin them, and
devising unsavory schemes in order to get more, and worrying about gettin
caught, cause you know you re doing the wrong thing. If we just set our minds
on bein content with what we have, I think that ole obsession of yours might
just subside. Shall we give it a go?” she says.
Well
I thought on it for a good long while. Then I jumped of the couch and let her I
know it was time for she and I to go for a run, no biscuit required...
And
that’s where I am off to right now, so....later.
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