Day 70 Fri
Sept 21 Zoe’s Morning Pages
THE CHASE, and
The Screamin Monkey
O
my. Mischa and I had fun today. I mean real fun. First of all, Mischa was
playin chase with me all morning. Then she pulls out a new screamin monkey and
it is fabulous. I wonder if Pink or Luna or them terriers or any them poodles
in new mexico has one. It is one terrific toy. It has a cape and a mask and
Mischa shoots it across the room like a sling shot. Then it makes like a tarzan
/yoddling-chest-beatin-air-rushin-by sound. I run after it and get it in my
teeth into it and just shake it like there aint no tomorrow. Hey that expression keeps poppin up. Now I am startin to get a
little fed up with it. It’s doggin me, excuse me if I do say so myself.
Ok
listen up. Today me and Mischa and ole B was layin in the grass lookin at the
clouds go by and callin out the names of things we saw in the clouds, alla
sudden Mischa pops up and says: “wait a minute wait a minute....if we all think
birth is such a great mriacle, why don’t we consider death an equally great
miracle?”
So our
eyes start gettin real wide like we just had a great big group Eureka. And me and B start dancin
and singin and rejoicin, cause we all a sudden got a whole new outlook on the
final event!
“It
ain’t final, it ain’t so final”, we was singin! (sung to the tune of
‘i got rhythm’) Mischa ran
down to the house and grabbed her clarinet. Man she was swingin on that
licorice stick! “It’s a ‘buffet’” she tells us, “a french horn!” “Like it makes a difference?” me and
ole B always ask her. “Yes it swings like jazz in Pairs in the 20’s, what could
be better than that” she always replies.
And
we always roll our eyes and laugh real loud, then Mischa laughs too. I
personally think the name sound slike somethin havin to do with lunch, but what
do I know?
It
was just then when the phone rang and we all looks around at each other tryin
to see who was gonna get it. But no one really wanted to be interrupted on
accounta
ya
never know when you’re gonna be in such a good mood again. So we let it just
ring and ring “off the hook” that’s what Mischa says. I never saw the phone on
the hook in the first place, but I guess she pictures it hung up like a coat
jacket or something like that.
Speakin a coat jackets Mischa says she bought me a new brown sweater
cause a the fall comin. I said “hey, are you bein one a them clear voyants and
seein me take a tumble?”
“No”
she says “the fall’s comin as in
the autumn, the cool weather time you silly butter cream.”
“Oh
yeah, the fall, now I remember!
Ain’t there roasted chestnuts involved?” “Bring it on all that monkey
business got me hungry!” Later.
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