Charly’s dear life
I’m sorry, Charly. I’m sorry you thought you had a handle on life, but it snapped right off the door. I’m sorry that open doors closed. I’m not sorry to see you again.
Noisy makers
We are all, to a person, noisy. This applies to the introverts and the anchorites no less than the chandelier-swinging celebrants of social butterflication. The question is, what sort of noise will we make?
C.B. radio
One of the greatest moments of my life is recreating itself as we speak. No one should be so lucky as to live through this twice. But then, no one could ever deserve the delight of knowing Crinkle Bob.
Harold the herald
Whereas: Geraniums and gerbils and gel pens exist. Whereas: You are personally fashioned from the same stuff as hummingbirds and Harold. Resolved: You, life, and Harold are exactly who and what and where you were destined to be.
Ineffable Oram
It’s inevitable that you will, in certain moments, be insufferable. When you’re honest with yourself, you know you’re incomprehensible. But if the rumor is true that you’re fashioned from the same stuff as orangutans and orange groves and Oram, you are, first and foremost, ineffable.
Forever loved: Bellamy
Of course he departed on the 4th of July. Of course the cat who cried “FREEDOM!” made us cry on Independence Day. Of course the king with a heart of fire rang his Liberty Bell with fireworks overhead.
Epilogues: June 2022
We can focus on the bad or the good. The bad: It’s true. It’s terrible. National Accordion Awareness Month is over for another year. The good: YOU DONATED TWO MILLION DOLLARS OF PURE LOVE.
Belly breathing
There is a voice under the ribs that never lies. It sings all day long. If you are a cat, this truth-teller chants ancient ballads about integrity, the overlapping circles of all souls, and McRib sandwiches.
Little Drummer boys
We have all known the little drummer boys. They sit in the back of the bus and the back of the band room and the back of our minds, only to vault to the forefront with the full force of life. And lunacy.
Cheesequakes, part II
Continued from Monday… Jeannie, being pure cat, is a stranger to guilt in all its guises. We, being pure perplexity, can take guilt too far.