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Young Lady
Young Lady is the spitting image of me - my replay button stuck when I hear her playing teacher, playing mother, playing general, expounding on subjects she knows nothing about and ordering people hither and fro. I don't know how to press the pause button at times and it freaks me out. When we ... read more
How Does Your Garden Grow?
Why, how kind of you to ask! We are inundated with green, as a matter of fact, and I'm wondering if anyone has time to come over and help us weed. Also, why don't any of the vermin eat the weeds since they are so prolific? Why must they attack my vegetables? I always said that our street was ... read more
That Which We Call a Rose
This is the rose bush that is trained in an arch over our well. It's so beautiful, isn't it? Except there is no scent. None. I suggested to Sir Renaissance that we replace it with one that has a heady scent and wild looking blossoms, but he said, "Do you know how long it takes to grow and train ... read more
The Current
I'm lying on the bottom of a canoe. The vast sky remains constant, but the clouds don't fly by as quickly as I know I'm going. I can just see the longer branches of the trees hanging low over the river, brushing the periphery of my vision as I go past them. I'm swept up in the current. On the ... read more
The Squabbles of Nice People
Sir Renaissance and I occasionally fight, which is not an easy thing to do for such nice folks as us. Now he's thinking, "What is she talking about? What is she going to write about? We haven't fought lately, and even if we did, I certainly wouldn't want her to elaborate on it for the public ... read more
