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"Popsicle toes"
Diana Krall

Saturday Night Knitting Fever

Well another saturday night at the Bab's.
I was knitting and people watching.
While others on are their way out for a night of dancing
I am knitting up a storm.
Actually, it is a scarf. :)

I find it interesting that everyone is dressed
as if we were already at the end of October.
I plan on wearing my flip-flops for as long as I can
except for those rainy days because I don't want to fall
down the outside stairs of my triplex AGAIN.
Twice is quite enough, thank you very much.

Anywho, did I mention that I love the fall?
I love it!
It is a very comforting season as
we prepare to go into hibernation for the winter.
Well, I go into hibernation.
Like a bear.

C'est ça!

Creative Writing = CW

From here on in any Creative Writing pieces will
be annotated as such by the "CW" following the title
in the title bar. As I seem to be doing a lot of
creative writing shorts this will make the titles'
list cleaner (hopefully!).

C'est ça!

A Request - Creative Writing

Can I ask you a question?
To which you will reply
without sighing
or holding back.
Without that defensive tone you sometimes get.

Can you tell me the truth?
The whole truth
The simple truth
The truth as you see it
So help you God.

Can you tell me what you want?
For today and tomorrow.
In order to feel good.
About your day
About your life.
About yourself.

Can you help me to understand?
How things can be so different
And yet remain the same
All at once.

Can you tell me about yourself?
The part that you never share with anyone.
The part that is usually in the dark
The part that you try to hide
Until the sun goes down.

Can you trust me?
to love you
and to protect you
no matter what
So help me God.

Can I ask you a question?
Can we just be
together
Alone but together
Loving, living, laughing.
Just you
Just me
Together 

So did I mention....

....that I no longer have TV?
I am really happy to go without TV for a while.
I can still rent movies....
but it's not the same.

TV is bubblegum for the brain.
The more you watch,
the softer your mind gets.
I know there is free will and all, but still.
I have never had cable
because there are other things in life to do than watch TV.
And with one hundred channels
it becomes exponentially harder to turn the damn box off.

So I kind of feel like a pioneer.
In the age of information I am disconnected.
Completely.
No news.
No bubblegum.
No background noise.
Just the film in my head.
24/7
Wow!

I'll keep you posted....

A Regular Day - Creative Writing

I am a simple man.
I go to work.
I come home.
Today was just like any other day.

It is now dinnertime.
I am standing over my oven.
In my underwear.
Waiting for my frozen pizza to cook.
This is the beauty of living alone.
You can eat in the kitchen in your underwear.
Such freedom.

While waiting for my pizza to be ready,
I grab the milk from the fridge.
All my glasses are dirty
so I drink from the milk carton.
Refreshing.

There is nothing on TV that I want to w.....
Wait a minute.
That's right. 
I no longer receive a signal with my rabbit ears.
Analog to digital.
I'm screwed......no TV.

I check on the pizza.
Then for lack of anything better to do,
I scratch my balls.
This occupies my mind for all of two seconds.
I check back on the pizza.

My life is simple, really.
I live alone.
I eat alone. 
I sleep alone.
And then I scratch my balls from time to time.

Just a regular day. 

The Silver Squirrel (Part I) - Creative Writing

Yesterday I ran across a silver squirrel.
I saw him on the way home from my walk with Miko, the dog.
We were crossing the parking lot behind the arena 
when I came across a man looking up at the back wall of the building.
I saw nothing until I heard the sound.
A cry for help.
I looked toward the sound and found there to be a silver squirrel
caught upon a wire about sixty feet above the ground.
The squirrel was caught high above the pavement, 
unable to turn around and make his way down. 
He was quite distressed, screaming out for help.
By this time the man had left and I was alone to figure this out.
I wanted to help him down 
but I realized that I could be of no comfort with the dog in tow.
I would only cause the squirrel more distress.
So I decided to take Miko home and then come back to help the squirrel.

I brought Miko home and returned to the arena.
On the way back I kept praying to God to keep the silver squirrel safe.
I was wondering what I could do to help the animal 
down from such a height.
As I turned the corner of the building I immediately
tried to locate the place where the squirrel was perched high above.
I could no longer hear his cries.

-"Over here", a voice called out.

I thought that perhaps the same man had come back
to help the squirrel and was calling for my help.
But the parking lot was empty.

-"No. Over here by the bins."

I looked over at the two industrial waste disposal bins
but the man was not there.

-"Come closer."

Only as I moved closer towards the bins did I see him.
On top of the far bin sat the silver squirrel, 
munching on a french fry recovered from the garbage within.
I looked around again.
It could not be possible.

-"Yes, I'm talking to you."

I moved towards the bins and the squirrel,
never truly believing that he could be talking to me.
I walked around the bins in search of the voice.

-"Ah! Another disbeliever! I thought you'd be different."

There was no-one anywhere around the bins
or in the whole of the parking lot for that matter.
Fact is fact.
The silver squirrel was talking to me.

-"Boy! This could get tired really quickly!"

To which I had no intelligent response.
You see, I was not in the habit of conversing with a squirrel.
I did not know what to say.
What would be appropriate subject matter?

-"Well, let's get down to it. What shall it be?",the squirrel nattered at me.

-"I beg your pardon?"

-"Your wish. What shall your wish be? 
You get one wish to repay you for your prayers of protection.
God heard your prayers and helped me find the way down
from that dreadfull height. And now I shall grant you one
wish as a sort of thank-you of my own."

To which my mouth gaped open as if blowing bubbles.

-"Come now. We don't have all day.
I am needed back in the forest relatively soon." he squawked.

I was at a total loss.
What to wish for when only one wish is allowed.
From a magic squirrel.
A magic, silver squirrel.

All that can be given,
can be taken away.
I knew this and so I felt no need 
or desire for material things.
All that I could truly keep with me was knowledge.
But I could not make a wish to gain knowledge
when I knew it must be earned.

-"Well, time's up. For what do you wish?" the silver squirrel insisted.

-"Well really I have no desire for things," I replied. 
"What I really need is knowledge. 
How to get on better in life with what I already have."

-"Amazing", chirped the squirrel.
"Never in all my years.... 
So what kind of knowledge would that be, specifically. 
There are lots of ways to learn to live a better life."

-"Uh!", I was at a loss for specifics.
"I was kind of hoping you would know just what I need."

-"Well, I may be a magic squirrel, but I am no clairvoyant.
Nor am I an expert on all that which pertains to humans.
I can only tell you about what I know: squirrel medecine.
I am not sure that it will improve your quality of human life......
but it certainly will make you a better squirrel!   

I decided to wish for squirrel medecine in my life.
I made my request to the silver squirrel
and it seemed to make him quite happy.

-"Squirrel medecine it is then." he informed me 
as he rubbed his little paws together.
"Follow me."

   
For Part II, come and visit my blog soon....