Typical. I just spent the last half hour composing my entry and tying all the loose ends of this neverending month together, weaving in a bit of symbolism and related elements so that an astute reader might find some extra meaning in the words and ideas. But noooooo… My web publishing tool had an Alzheimer’s attack in the midst of it all, and I lost what I wrote—snap!—just like that. I’m tired and need my sleep, so rather than try…
Do it to me one mole time… It looks like I may have to address yet another old post. Half a year later I’m still getting comments on my entry about moles. Google seems to like it and so sends me mole meaning hunters who are armed with questions galore. Be advised. My fortune book with all that mole stuff is not that comprehensive, and I cannot possibly have all the answers. What answers I do have for some frequently…
We gave the cat a flea bath yesterday. Or rather, he did. He has such a knack for it that I let him. Okay fine, I made him do it. Besides, he adores her… even though she constantly gets in his way and trips him up, bringing him crashing down on the cold, hard floor every now and then, just inches away from death. With her black hair and clumsiness, she reminds him too much of me. So the joke…
My pre-school teacher announced to the entire class that she liked my drawings because they told a story. To be honest, I think that had more to do with how talkative I was and less to do with the etchings themselves. I’d stand at her desk, point at my mysteriously enigmatic scribbles, and feed her some gourmet cockamamy bologne sandwiches, with lemonade, about how this diamond family were on their way home from the ever so exciting diamond fair, et…
I’ve mentioned before how much I hate shopping, and up until recently I managed to put off shopping for jeans. Ten, yes 10, glorious years of never having to shop for jeans! But earlier in the week, when I did the laundry, I discovered that I had to retire my absolute last pair of my beloved blue jeans. This is not a mere glitch in my life. This is a code blue, red alert, elephant-sized poop crisis in my world….