November 07, 2004
oh! what a busy day!
We, my family, used to read that book, or something of a similar title, when we were kids. By Richard Scarry. There was a cartoon not so long ago called, "The Busy World of Richard Scarry." As I recall, it was really boring. But it did have Lowly Worm and all manner of animals, warm and cool. The books which are super-fun because there's a character named, "Gold Bug" hidden in some of the books. And oh, wow, is that cool. Way easier than finding that idiotic Waldo. I highly recommend Things That Go and The Adventures of Lowly Worm.
I feel like my life is full of adventures. I haven't figured out what adventures those are, though. Some days I think I am adventuring into the land of plate tectonics where I am required to lasso the continental shelves and weave my lasso ropes together in the way that my favorite sewing student taught me. You can learn an awful lot about rope and knots from a seventy year old.
Other times, the adventure leads me into the unknown. Swooping purple invertebrates flying by, tall, sequined snakes with legs and cute cute shoes. Songs that shouldn't be on the radio are being played, my purse is actually a small pelican barely clinging to life. In different locations, gravity arbitrarily shifts. Sometimes my hair is sticking up in the air with no gravity but I can't pick up my feet because it's like I'm on Saturn. My feet would be nearly crushed until the gravity shifted along my whole body to that of Pluto. I'd be lighter on Pluto. I'd also be cold and dead, but I would be lighter.
Sprocket is making sounds like a steam engine starting. Puff....puff.....puff. When she does those things, and she makes so many noises, she's pretty fancy, my adventursomeness runs to the wilderness and jungle! The little snorey-puffs are jaguars waiting to pounce! They'll slide from their silent perches where they themselves are stalked by vicious snakes! The jaguars sneak next to my sleeping figure and I reach out next to me and pet the jaguar, soothing it until it groans and falls back to sleep.
Sprocket had two adventures this weekend. Spring also had adventures. They would like to be guest writers today.
Sprocket:
i saw a small thing but bigger than me and it smelled like people and sounded like people but it was like a dog on two legs and it chased me and i chased it and we walked around the sitting on it thing and the small thing laughed and i barked and then i barked again and she thought she would catch me but no one can catch me unless they have food but she didnt have food so she didnt catch me and the people who owned her had a dog that smelled like dog not people who i already met once but pretended not to and i was good and got a treat
Spring:
There were other people.
There was one small person.
The small person liked my fur.
She petted me.
I ate her.
The other people left.
There are no other people now.
You see, we had guests who possess a child. CoolCat and his wife, Acacia, and their daughter, Gwen.
The dogs thought that Gwen was an extraordinary phenomenon, one that could potentially sleep in their beds. They were on their guard.
That was adventure one.
Adventure two involved taking the dogs for a walk at Tex and Florette's house. BrilliantEditor and I took the dogs to the path behind their house. They have a compost pile near the path. Spring and Sprocket found the compost pile and today it had cookies in it. It seems that God played a mean and nasty trick on Florette so the cookies had been rendered unfit for human consumption.
The dogs, however, thought they were really good.
Sprocket:
found cookies and cookies i found and buried in dirt in the pile of pretty stinking stuff but that boy and girl who drive me places saw me and so i was very smooth and i turned my head to look away so they wouldnt think that i had put stuff in the dirt and they cant smell anything or they would know where i planted the cookies but they dont know where i planted the cookies and i had a cookie and now there will be cookies when i go back in springtime
Spring:
I found cookies, too.
I hid one in the grass.
I cannot ever find things I hide.
I went for a run.
I ran fast. You should see me run.
I ran back and forgot I had a cookie.
That girl brought it back for me and I ate it.
I don't have to hide things.
People bring me things.
I did not have to find cookies.
I rule the universe.
Tex was home and we all talked, but not the dogs, they never talk in public, for a while and then Florette came home and we told her the dogs liked her cookies. She was only mildly amused. The cookie God had cursed her cookies with no reason. None!
The cookie adventure is one to savor for years. Rarely does a dog come upon so lovely a treat lying there in the compost pile.
