Day 74 Tues
Sept 24 Zoe’s Morning Pages
IT SURE DID
LOOK LIKE SNOW!
So
here I am standin on my own four feet, yet another day. That there is the good
news. The bad news is, I coulda swore I saw snow flakes floatin down. I said to
Mischa “Am I seein things? Is that or ain’t that snow?” And she says, “Zoe,
that’s rain... it’s warm out!” I
knew it was warm-ish out...but I also know what I saw and I saw
sheets
of white... lollygaggin their way down to earth. Now as far back as I can
remember, rain never really lollygaged, it just came on down.
Well
then we do live in the specific northwest and it is said that there are a
thousand words for the kinda precipitation that comes outta the sky around
here.
So
she could have a point. But all tolled with the change in temperature, and the
winds pickin up, and the clouds rollin in and leaves decidin they’s tired a
hangin out on the branches, and the bees goin to sleep and the water gettin all
stirred up....I’d say it’s thinkin about bein winter up here. And when that
happens, I start dreamin of southern states... sun and dinin al fresca by the
sea, chasin squirrels up trees and sightin alligators. I fancy my people takin
me to the beach on the mild days and parkin me under a nice palm tree. I can
see em go for a dip or two and then we’d be on a nice long walk. They’d do some
studyin in their paperbacks and I’d do some nappin in the shade. Southern
livin, that’s what I’m talkin about, when these here northerners are fixin to
welcome winter I’m fixin on wavin bye bye.
People
up here acts like they don’t know what I mean. Like the sun is the enemy of the
civilized world. Like maybe I am of inferior stock on accounta my leanin toward
the equator to get into my comfort zone. And I just shake my head like I
believe they got a good point. But really just between me and me...I think that
is some mole-ish behavior those people exhibit and it scares me!
They
say they look forward to the sky turning from blue to dark grey. And they say
when them clouds start wailin and droppin all them tears down on them, they say
that is their great and welcome pleasure! They say they love tuckin themselves
into their houses and stokin the fire for six months until they knock the chill
out a the air. And to that I say..bye bye. I just don’t have the nerve for it.
Call me weak, or call me chicken, I don’t mind, just don’t talk me into
lingerin around here waitin for the full onslaught of winter to unfold. I can’t
take it!
Also,
just sayin, the people who love it up here in the winter, they are white as
snow! Put a little rosy glow on their cheeks and they’re already in the car on
the ferry speedin down the I-5 and headin for the skin doctor, to make sure
they ain’t diein! Why they wear hats on their heads in their houses!
Egads
people you might like a vacation on the dark side a the moon. Me, I’m thinkin
carribean. But I’ll send postcards and you do the same. Cause despite our
slight difference of opinion when it comes to the weather...I sure am gonna
miss these fine specimens of human
beins while I’m away.
Hey
speakin about specimens, I gotta find me some morsels...so later.
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