HUMMINGBIRDS
AND LIFESAVERS
Day 50 Sat Aug
31 Zoe’s Morning Pages
Zoe
Zoe where’s Zoe. Everybody’s all chasin me around the past few days tryin to either
get me in or get me outta that car. You know what? I am kinda over that car.
A
900 mile car trip is not my idea of a good time. I mean if we was doin serious sight
seein that’d be one thing. But we were zoomin down the interstate for two days
and now we’re zoomin up and down this narrow little strip of a road carryin heavy sacks of god knows what. My moms
is startin to look like they just spent a month in a coal mine or somethin. And
everybody’s makin like these low groanin sounds whenever they bend down to pet
me.
Hey
is it an effort to show your pup a little affection?
Well...on
second thought, maybe it aint all about me...
On
a lighter note, somethin good was waftin through the airwaves today, cause the
moms was laughin and people was comin up to them laughin and handin over piles
of paper and little metal discs all day. Then they was walkin away smilin and
chattin up their friends and pointin back at us.
Me
now, I was not laughin all day. I took a very very long, moderately
uncomfortable nap underneath a table on a shelf. Yeah I sleep on a shelf when
they’s workin. They think it’s cute. I think it’s dog abuse myself. There aint
no mattress, no flat screen tv, no room service, no chocolates on my pillow...hey
there aint no pillow!
But
anyways, when we finally got back to the place where we are stayin.
Yes
that would be the place at the bottom of a ridiculously steep cliff, and
perched in the middle of them 80 foot tall redwoods! We blessed ourselves
enough times to ensure a safe landing in the driveway. Then we headed straight
for the kitchen. And I got lucky in the kitchen tonight as they obliged me
with, yes, another hamburger! They musta brought down a cow or somethin. Hamburgers
two days in a row, that’s big progress for vegans.
So
we sat outside on this deck which is hanging out in the mid air, suspended above
this..you-can’t-see-the-bottom-of-it, ravine. They thought they was in heaven.
It reminded Mischa of being on the
big orange bridge. Moi, I took a decidedly
dimmer view of the situation. Danglin ain’t exactly my cup o tea, as a matter
of fact I hate tea...
But
we were all together and Mischa read me a new email from my cousin Pink. Apparently
Pink startled a rabbit and a coupla
turkeys yesterday. She thinks maybe she needs a dog shrink on accounta not
havein any deep dark desire to kill nothin. Personally I think Pinky might be
Mother Theresa reincarnate!
Mischa
was takin movin pictures of the hummin birds and nuthatches, the big woodpeckers
and the morning doves (which by the way, shoulda been sleepin since it was close
to nighttime). Them hummin birds was gettin on my last nerve, there musta been
100 of them flyin in and out. They was buzzin our heads! I couldnt hear myself think
for all that wing flutterin they was doin. Do you now how fast them wings
move?! They may wiegh next to nothin but they sound like 747s. They coulda put our
eyes out with them sticks on the end of their noses! I was duck and coverin for
an hour until the big fog finally started rollin in off the Spacific. I think that’s Mischa calls it. Then it started
climbin up the walls of that ravine and makin its way toward us. It got real
chilly real fast and we ran back inside and locked the door.
You
know...that big fog saved my life! And it saved me from bein permanently blinded
by them birds! Ya never know what’s gonna come in the door to spare you from
the next injustice of life, now do ya? I am gonna have a real different attitude
toward them rollin fogs from now on!
And
Mischa says fogs are people too! Or
was it frogs are people too? Or was
is it ‘’dogs are people too?” that
she said?
Anyways,
the stars is out, and a matress is callin my name. Later
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