A Voice From There
Yeah-uh, I sound a little funny this morning judging by the first words out of my mouth, which were--don't you go licking your butt and then come biting my arm. I'm not really talking about the subject matter. The previous statement pretty much qualifies as high discourse with me and the cat out here in this Virginia countryside. No, I have got me a minor cold, the trash can full of tissue and the red nose to prove it, moving down into my chest it is and I sound alien. I might not speak out loud again today and tomorrow I expect to be good as new and moving about under the cool fall sunshine performing tasks of arguable importance. The cat has moved over to that chair by the window and is staring very intently at one of my paisley shirts hanging from it. She's growing up fast and is now as big as a baby possum.
Traffic yesterday was easy out of NY which is a good thing because I was feeling puny and don't think I needed much challenge. I've got one of those EZ Passes now, attached to my cracked windshield, between the rear view mirror and the 3 month out of date inspection sticker and I just cruise right on through a toll booth without a care in the world. There were a lot of troopers on the road but I worry not so much about that by keeping to reasonable speeds and exuding by way of erect posture and hands at two and ten, a wholesome goodness.
After a few trips with nary a problem the cat has taken to minor car sickness attacks and while driving down Delancey I tried to stay focused on the road instead of her sitting up on top of the passenger seat back. Because she had a two inch long bubbly spit booger hanging from her chin. And then she would act like she had a bug in her ear and it would twitch and then her whole head would whip around and I would flinch in fear of being hit by flying cat spit. Like I said, I was already feeling puny. Puny includes a very light fever, some eye itching, mild body aches, and a hint of nausea. I was hoping to avoid too much contact with the spit. I had a T-shirt in my lap and waited for her to settle down there and when she did I wiped that crap off of her and kept driving on down the road.
Interesting. There was a paragraph here but now it's gone. I went to bed early last night, possibly as early as eight, and had a full night's sleep. I woke up before dawn and looked out the window over my head and thought how strange it was that the moon was setting in the east. As it turned out it was only 10:30 so I turned on the laptop and watched online a few episodes of Twilight Zone and then a couple of episodes of Dexter, a series in its second year about a do-gooder serial killer. A little after 2 I tried sleeping some more and the next time I woke up there were blazing red horizontal stripes across the early morning sky.
I lied about not talking out loud anymore today. I just received a call from Bill Macy in NY inviting me over to watch the Green Bay v. Dallas game tonight. Possibly the best NFL game of the year and it's on some stupid exclusive NFL network, that as far as I know, only Bill Macy of NY subscribes to. If I leave right now I could be there for game time. Then I got another call and it was a New Orleans area code and I get a lot of wrong number calls from Louisiana, which I ignore, but this one I answered, just to hear a voice from there and it was I am judging a black dude and I swear to you, after I said hello, he said, Spit? Yesterday on the Jersey Turnpike I got a call from someone sounding vaguely like Bernadette and just as I was starting to get familiar the woman said she was looking for James Alcindor. But I am not him and I told her so. And all the wrong numbers are sorry for disturbing me.
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