So I’m looking through a catalogue,
filled with Christmas decorations.
And I see a set of 7 letter blocks,
that you can put anywhere in your home.
To spell out the theme of the season,
which is B•E•L•I•E•V•E.
But me being me,
a different idea pops into my head.
And I immediately try to figure out,
what other words I can make from these letters.
Because who doesn’t love the idea,
of decorations that multitask?
Here is what was in my mind when I woke up this morning:
DON’T BE KRILL.
What does this mean? I can’t figure out why I was thinking this, but that hasn’t stopped me from spending a good part of this morning ruminating about it. Because, as you know, I loves me a good rumination.
[Plus it’s NaBloPoMo– the time of year when any & all happenings are potential blog post fodder.]
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After rising, I told Zen-Den what was in my mind at 6:00 a.m. when his alarm clock, set on a Mexican music station, jolted us awake.
Being a lawyer he started to cross-examine my testimony.
[Immediately, I regretted my decision to share with him. Can you understand why? Are those way too many questions for non-caffeinated me in the morning? The answer is YES.]
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So what do you think, gentle readers? Why was krill on my brain when I woke up this morning? Explain it to me. Tell me a story from your life. Make something up. Humor me. Just give me a reason why it was there… and then I’ll be happy.
[Thank you in advance for your insightful comments on this topic of vital importance!]
A glimpse into a marriage…
Mr. Man has a habit of not shutting the blinds on the windows in the bathroom before he gets naked and showers. In the summertime when the leaves are on the trees and the mornings are bright & sunny, this is okay. But now that the trees are losing leaves and the mornings are dark, he is on display when he gets ready to shower.
I don’t like this and I told him so. In uncertain terms. That made sense to me before I said them to him.
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ME: You can’t stand in the bathroom in the morning with the blinds open.
Him: Huh?
ME: Someone could see you.
Him: Who?
ME: Someone out for a walk in the early morning… on the street behind us… who looked through the trees and saw you in the bathroom.
Him: Who would that be? It’s a private drive back there. And someone out there can’t see through the trees, across the ravine and up this high to our second floor window.
ME: But they might have a camera with a telescopic lens– and then they could see you. Clearly.
Him: Not likely. The only creatures who can see me are the squirrels in the trees back there.
ME: Well, that’s not good. You don’t want that, right?
Him: I don’t give a [insert curse word of your choice] if squirrels see me naked.
ME: Well, well… there could be a sniper back there with a rifle and he could see you… if he was in the neighbor’s second floor bedroom… through their window. With a gun.
Him: HUH?!!
ME: And he could shoot you because you’d be a clear shot. YOU DON’T WANT THAT, DO YOU?
Him: THERE IS NO SNIPER BACK THERE. HE IS NOT GOING TO SHOOT ME WITH HIS RIFLE.
ME: Well, there could be. And then I’d be a widow all because you couldn’t be bothered to shut the blinds.
Him: Where do you get this stuff?
ME: It could happen.
Him: No way. How did the sniper get into the neighbor’s house anyway? Or are you saying that our neighbors are snipers? Like that Mr. & Mrs. Smith movie?
ME: No, of course not. Our neighbors aren’t assassins. DON’T. BE. SILLY. I got the idea from all the NCIS reruns… that you make me watch.
Him: THAT I MAKE YOU WATCH? How do I make you watch them?
ME: You put them on the TV and then I see them… and begin thinking about what could happen if someone saw you naked in the morning getting ready to take a shower.
Him: That’s what you get from watching NCIS? That someone might shoot me?
ME: Yes it is. So just shut the [insert curse word of your choice] blinds before you get undressed. OK?
Him: Sure. All you had to do is ask.
I wanted some local apples. Considering that this is the part of the country where Johnny Appleseed did his thing you’d think that finding some local apples would be EZPZ. But you’d be wrong.
There really aren’t very many local orchards any more, so it takes some driving way out into the countryside to find one. Which is exactly what we did on Sunday.
However, once we got to the apple orchard we discovered that pumpkins were the raison d’être for this orchard’s existence.
It was the pumpkins’ orange-y cuteness that drew the customers into the barn market & adjoining fields.
First, a first sign told us what to do.
Nearby piles of [pre-picked] pumpkins showed us what we could expect to find if we chose to pick pumpkins.
Then, a second sign, explained to us what not to do. I’m sure that Ralph Waldo Emerson upon seeing such a sign would scoff. As you may remember, Mr. Emerson said: “I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.” But apparently the management at this particular apple orchard had other ideas. [Please note: no velvet cushions were provided in lieu of pumpkins.]
Entertaining as it might have been, we decided not to pick pumpkins. Instead, we went into the barn market and bought a bag of apples, a jar of zucchini relish & a jar of quince jelly. Then we returned home to enjoy our local apples purchased from one of the last apple orchards in the area. Yum.
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