The wind cried “Mary.” It cried “Joseph” and wailed “Samuel” and “Sloan.” It whimpered about a King and bemoaned the one true lost love that was a pirate, or maybe a privateer, the wind couldn’t remember and probably never knew the difference, but the wind had loved him, more than anyone.
The land rolled its metaphoric eyes, and thought the wind might be a bit of a drama queen, especially when the wind had been hanging out in the Islands. It was always this way, with the wind, this time of year. A spinning cyclone of howling regrets and a flood of memories and she’d be gone again, leaving the locals to clean up the mess.
Some people, on realizing they have still got squirrels in their walls, despite genteel removal efforts, turn to poison..
Instead, Tris and I are writing a one act play about Connie and Vinnie, who just moved into a formerly rent controlled apartment and are dealing with the local enforcers.
“Vinnie? why you gotta bury your nuts? You gotta map? you know you ain’t gonna find em without no map,”
“Geez, Connie, why you gotta be like that? I’m like, saving for our future you stupid cow.”
Saving for our future? Is that what you were.doing with Donna in the back of that of that old caddy? “saving for our future ”
Holy Harvest God. Connie, how many times I gotta tell ya? that was about acorns! Nothing but acorns!!
A cat, a dog (who is pretty good at catching mice, $20 in mousetraps placed ever so carefully around the mudroom door.. and.. WE FINALLY KILLED THE MOUSE.
It drowned in the dogs water dish.
I can’t make this shit up.
There is a certain level of happiness that can only be reached by a 17 year old who has not eaten cookie dough since he was eight discovering gluten free pillsbury chocolate chip cookie dough.
11pm, Sunday, the day we found the golden dough at Walmart. : “Mom? You awake? I”m going to try the dough now! Want some?” And then it was me and Tris and spoonfuls of cookie dough sitting on my bed at midnight. smile emoticonSO HAPPY!