Saturday, August 14, 2010

This is what I think when no one is watching my mind. Scatter box!

The past week I have been house sitting and takin' care of two goofy yoggers (dogs). Which was fantastic on many levels of the fantastic scale. First of all, it has been mega-tron hot outside. And my little shedtown has no air conditioning (which I prefer). Although I love my little fans and cozy cottage, it has been nice to have the option of air conditioning this week. The past hot days I have been going to coffee shops to read the afternoon away, which is also nice. But it was good to break things up a bit and have a WHOLE HOUSE to stay cool in. By myself.
With that being said, I noticed a lot of really small things that made me happy this last week. I did a lot of driving back and forth (from shedtown to house-sitting) so I drove my motorcycle a lot. Which I like (and am VERY safe on, so don't worry).
Having such a quiet space makes my thoughts funny sometimes. Which I really like. So, without further ado, here is my list of small things in my brain that I noticed and made me smile this last week.

Near the house, wherein I was doing some sitting, a (very professional) guy was doing some work on the power lines. He would have his white truck parked at the mouth of the neighborhood every day and would be sitting up in the basket (attached to his truck by a long giraffe neck). Because it has been so hot, one day he had a little yellow umbrella he was attaching to his basket for shade. My first thought when I saw this taking place was "Oh my! Doesn't he know it is bad luck to open an umbrella inside?" and then I continued to ponder if it was acceptable to open an umbrella inside if it is to provide protection from the sun before I realized he WAS OUTSIDE. Duh. Then I laughed. Who gets inside and outside confused? ME! Ten points for you, dear reader, if you got that question right.
Later that same day.
I was sitting outside in a lovely little kiddy pool enjoying the water, sunshine, and a book when I noticed a little tail sticking up out of the flower pot base (the part that holds the extra water after you water the plant). The little tail was bouncing up and down and wagging most joyfully as its owner drank gleefully from the water in the base. It made me think of a puppy, it was cute. This is the first time I have ever thought of a wasp in this manner (and most likely the last time). I never knew a wasp could be so nice looking. We would be friends (if I were a wasp, that is).

Another thing I have been enjoying is riding my motorcycle into my neighborhood. There is a house on our block that always has pigeons in the yard and as I ride by they flutter up into the sky. It is magical. I love driving past this house. I want to capture the pigeons in my mind or get a whole bunch of little lassos so they pull me and my motorcycle into the sky with them.

I have been playing this game (it isn't really a game, more like a puzzle) called tangrams. You have some shapes (triangles of three different sizes, a square, and a rhombus) and then there are these cards with big odd shapes on them and you try to make that shape using all the little shapes you have. I am not very good at explaining it, so if you are unfamiliar with the game, you should just google it or something. Anywho, I have been playing this puzzle-game and sometimes I can do them without looking at the key. This always makes me smile. It brings me great enjoyment.

As I type this the prisms in my window are making rainbows dance on my walls and brush against my skin. I like this too.

My friend Stacy has a loft apartment in downtown Springfield. AND she has roof access. AND I have the code to break into her loft any time EVER. Meaning the last few weeks I have been going and sitting on her roof in the evening. I turn into a gargoyle and watch people. It is really great. People here are really bad at parallel parking making for endless rooftop entertainment.

Last night my ten year old nephew came over (with the rest of the family) and we rode bikes around the block for a long time making up stories. He said I couldn't be a pterodactyl. He said there was no such thing as human-pterodactyls. I explained to him that I was just a regular pterodactyl. That I wasn't human. He, then, explained to me that we were playing like real life (which is why our bicycles were motorcycles and I was from the wild wild west while he was from the future. Very realistic). Later he asked me what a pterodactyl is. Sheesh.
He said he was a sheriff, so I thought "WILD, WILD WEST! TOMBSTONE! DODGE CITY!". He was even trying to speak with an accent and had a six shooter (loaded with rubber bands). Which is why I was a cowboy. But then, to my great disappointment, he informed me he was like a police officer. Not the sheriff of a dusty gold rush town. Unless that is what they say about modern day New York City, dusty gold rush town. So, he decided to be a sheriff from the future. And I said "I WANT TO BE A COWBOY, THOUGH." and he said "Uh, cowgirl?". NO!
That is my story of make believe. But it is all true. I think we saved the world, like, at least a million times. We are HEROES.

This has been my Update! Update! for the last week. Or two.
There has been some not-good too. But that is less interesting than the inner workings of my brain. I like capturing rays of sunshine with my lasso more than I like hiding in shadows. So I say "Shadows, be gone!" and then find (or try to) contentment in watching my cacti grow. Very slowly.