Day 61 Wed Sept 11 Zoe’s Morning Pages
CROSS
EXAMINATION
There
is wag lines, and there is, no-wag lines, and into each falls each of us, some time.
Into
the no-wag line has gone my friend jaz.
I
dint know her too good but I did know her mom loved her somethin terrible and
is ‘sad to the bone’ as they say to see her disappear into thin air.
I
told her ‘moon’ I said ‘that dog
will never leave you, she’s just on the other side of the veil’ and moon shook
her head ‘yes’ as best she could
in the moment.
Into
the wag line goes Pink today, who had a windfall of a venison bone.
Into
the no-wag line goes the poor venison who gave his life for pink’s windfall
p.s.
is venison an animal?
Into
the wag line goes me who is gonna be the new proud owner of the venison bone
seein as cuzin pink dont like venison and her appetite is pitifully tiny,
especially for a pit bull.
Into
the no-wag line goes my mom who don’t think its right to shoot deer for the
sport of it ( I guess that makes venison a deer). Actually she don’t take to shootin deer at
all unless you is starvin.
And
also into the no-wag line goes me and Mischa on accounta the forests is off
limits to our joggin jag now that it’s huntin season!
But
as B says there is only two lines to get into and you is in one or the other
and
further more both them lines goes to the exact same place.
One
is the waggin line you is in right now.
The
other is the no-waggin line you will be in some time later.
The
thing is most of us don’t know which line we’re in,
like
most of us don’t know which plane we’re on either....
And
it don’t matter, but for some reason we still spend a good portion of our lives
tryin to figure it out.
Anyways
however many more wags ya got, I say ya gotta wag like you mean it.
Speakin
a which, yesterday me and Mischa had to go to the doctor.
Routine
of course, nothing special.
And
I started tellin that ole gal about how young I was feelin cause she kept
hintin like i was decrepid or intrepid or something like that.
Whatever
it was I dint really like her insinuations and took offense.
Mischa
said I was gettin a little indigent with her
and
she said my aunt Dana woulda been proud a me, but that she herself was a tad embarrassed.
Humph
to all that, a girl gotta stand up for herself in this world.
Them
docs gets a little know it all-ish sometimes.
I had
to lay a few facts out real plain for her
1.
old dogs can yearn blue ticks
2.
leave laying dogs laying, cause they’s asleep
3.
don’t go pokin around in other’s peoples privacy unless you ask first
4.
don’t assume that my days is numbered, cause there aint no science to it.
I’ll
get in the no-wag line when the time is right,
I
aint no fool.
And
remember the words of the great socrates
“Death is a narrow theme, with a wide audience.”
In other words, maybe we spend too much time tryin to put a fine
point on it. We’re gonna find out what we need to know about the subject soon enough.
Well now that wasn’t the pleasantest way to get my day off and
running. But that’s how it is. As
an old roma, who first collected $10 bucks, once said: some days you’s happy
and some days you ain’t.
And them’s my partin words, gotta run.
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