I am sad this morning. My squirrel passed away. He is in the backyard laying lifeless. The squirrel was mean and chittered, chattered and chastised me, the cats and of course the dog anytime we dared venture into our own yard. But see, the squirrel lived here before any of us did. He owned the place long before I did, so I figured he had the right to bitch at us for encroaching on his 'hood. He never came near any of us, but would instead shoot nuts out his mouth anytime we came too near. I would yell obscenities at him but inside I was laughing at him. He would throw back cuss words at me in his squirrel language. It became a game for both of us. I sure am going to miss that squirrel. The worst part is I have to go in the backyard, scoop him up and throw him in the garbage can. I think instead I will put him in a shoe box and have my son bury him. It seems a more proper ending for a creature that brought me so much in the way of emotions.
I have a very busy day. I'm off to see the wizard. Not really, my mom, grandma and later my Gilbert. Up until last night I had not been able to see him in a month. It seemed more like a year. Oddly enough though, the time away from him proved to be a good thing. It gave me time to think about what's important and what's not. I also took a step backwards and saw him with clearer vision, looked at his faults, thought of his fears, saw all the trials and tribulations he is facing and guess what? He's just an ordinary guy. He's still my Superman.
Have a supercalifragilisticexpealdocious weekend. I'm not really sure that's how you spell that, but you get the idea!
Love,
Cow Punk
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