Someone took a video of me trying to get into a hammock.
I only wanted to take a nap!
In the end, I took my frustration out on an unsuspecting writer. Poor fellow, he just wanted to ask a question; and I snapped.
All caught on video.
Fun Friday – October 11, 2024
I wrestled with that dismal scene
for hours, days on end,
bending words to fit the dream
but work could never mend
the skill not meeting aspiration,
the knowledge of attempting
a work of art beyond my station
which led to me resenting
the small innocent interruption
of a pair of scurry-mice,
and bent in madness on destruction
I took up shotgun in a trice
to send them on to Heaven’s shore…
missed, and now must fix the floor.
Steve’s bear and your mice. Hilarious!
Linda, I actually kinda like mice. They’re a fact of life here in the high desert.
And this…the cancer has gone to the bones, and for some reason the pain is far worse at night.
During a recent three am ordeal, I turned my head and saw a small mouse, next to my pillow, looking at me unafraid, with an expression I can only describe as worried, and compassionate.
Sonnetry aside, I would never shoot him. That was a glimpse of Mystery, and I felt, and feel, privileged.
Andrew, you touched a precious memory here: I always hated bees, hornets, and wasps as a kid. Avoided them, basically, ever after. But when I bought an old house in the woods, they had nests all over under the eaves. The place needed a lot of work, and I was always confronting these “devils” as I worked. One day, I was on a ladder, when a wasp landed on the edge of the roof, only inches from my face. To my surprise, like you and the mouse, I just looked at him, watched him work at whatever his life-purpose was. In a few moments, we sort of bonded. Since then, I let them be, we share the space, and I believe the Lord is a bit more pleased with me. Thanks for the memory jog. Peace.
That was adorable. I was cheering for him! I really thought he was going to figure it out, but alas, he had to settle for attacking the pillow.
Perfect example of everyone trying to get into a hammock! So adorable and hilarious all at the same time.
That would be me, if I tried to get into a hammock. Not my gift. The bear’s, either, apparently.