Day 71 Sat
Sept 21 Zoe’s Morning Pages
OOPS, IPAD
EATS TODAY’S DRAWING!
OMG!
It happened! Three hours into her starin at the little screen, just scribblin
and scribllin and smilin and chewin on that gum, then wam-bam in the blink of
an eye...that dang Ipad ate Mischa’s drawing! Oh I saw the whole thing cause I was layin at the foot of
the bed on accounta I coughed and Mischa got all neurotic mommy about it. It
was just a little goose feather from the pillow but I dint say nothin about
that...just took the air lift in stride and settled into nice cozy curl.
So
the big news is not that the drawing got disappeared into the abyss the big
news is Mischa dint even growl!
She
dint even say any words that sends people straight into the burnin fires of
hell. She dint even grunt or sigh or yell out, nothin it was like total calm! I
never saw anything like it. I thought, hey all that guru meditation stuff is
payin off.
She
just tapped me on the shoulder and said, “hey, guess what, my computer crashed
and it took that drawing with it!”
“Crashed” I thought
“crashed into what?” “I didn’t see it budge. I guess there’s things goin on
around that computer that don’t really abide by the same laws of physics that I
do, cause when I crash you can see it and feel it!”
That
old rectangle crashed very quietly and Mischa closed it’s lid and went to
sleep, no muss no fuss.
When
I heard her snorin, I went over and felt her forehead for fever.
Speakin
a fevers yesterday Mischa took me for a long ride, and she was talkin about
lunch. But when we got way up on this hill she parked me next to a big
telescope and left me in the car! She said she tried to get me an invitation
but it was not forthcomin so I had to stay put and “take a nice nap,” she said. I’m thinkin did I have to come
all this way into the middle of nowhere to take a nap? NO. I did not. I really got to see
about gettin my license.
Anyways
I managed to find a way to get in and outta the car, that she don’t know about
and I aint gonna reveal either, in the event that someone someday does read
this... But I got out and sat underneath the window where she and her friends
were eating salmon quiche, with a fresh salmon plucked from the sea not one
mile from where we was. Talk about fresh and talk about jealous, yes and yes.
But truth be told, Mischa did wrap a little piece up in a napkin for moi, so I
can’t complain too loud.
Anyways
I got an earful from ladies tellin stories about their lives. I never get such
colorful messages out on the grass from my dog friends, they always make it
real short and sweet. Like they might say “big ham bone for dinner on Tuesday,
you?” or “the wife let me have her alpo last night! It had the lamb in it! Not
the whole lamb...” or “my person
taught me how to ask for the biscuits in the green jar!”
But
them ladies, now they had color in them stories: like sittin out in the middle
of the forest all alone for three days waitin for messages form above; and
havin friends who was tired a being boys so they decided to be girls and did;
and pluckin bald eagles outta their chicken coups with their bare hands! All kinds a things was gettin said in
there.
That’s
what Mischa was drawin a picture of when the bad rectangle opened up its mouth
and swallowed it!
I
guess everything wants to have a say, eh?
Well got to see a lady about a bone, so ....later.
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