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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Well Miss Cow Punk, I'm sorry about the little squirrel. I once had a little pet squirrel. My mother made me release it because it was chewing everything in the house to pieces. I'm sure that my father wanted to shoot it, but he didn't.
Did you see the Wizard? Hope that you had a great weekend with Gil. My weekend was very boring. I'm p'o'd that summer is leaving. I know I should grow up and accept it. I will not.
Liz!! yay you've come out of the squalor! I'm so proud of you.
As it turns out, it was not my mean assed, cussing, nut throwing squirrel, it was some poor squirrel soul in the wrong yard. poor thing I feel so bad for it.
I did not see the wizard Saturday, but I did have a great weekend. sorry you are feeling blue about the winter. i totally feel your pain. Have a dilly bar, it will make your feel so much better.
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