kinders transform with hands, finger paint, foil, and joy.
“the goal of life is rapture. art is the way we experience it.
art is the transforming experience.”
— joseph campbell
the grandies offered me a chance
to choose my superpower –
flight, strength, invisibility, speed, or shape shift?
i chose invisibilty
got inside of the machine
they powered it up
when i came out
they confirmed that i was now invisible.
except for my feet
which did not fit in the box.
i can live with that.
“the things that make us different, those are our superpowers.”
glenn frey the cat has returned for a very unexpected encore.
his doctor gave him a last minute reprieve
offered him another chance
with new protocols and fingers crossed.
it may not last long
he’s not in pain
and is purring again
so we’ll take it one encore at a time.
he and i were both equally surprised
olive took it all in stride.
glenn still has no idea how big he really is
the lumbering giant
thinks he’s a kitten
knocking over everything in his way
he’s lived at least 3 lives since i’ve known him
that means 6ish still to go
and he’s still not ready to leave the stage for good, just yet.
“the encore is the short piece after the program has finished,
where the performer brings out something the audience doesn’t expect.”
we spent our last day together
glenn frey the cat, not the rocker
olive the cat, not the oil
glenn has taken a turn for the worse
and is quickly slowing down
resting in his favorite place
with olive refusing to leave his side
the three of us
sit in the quiet
looking out at the signs
of the seasons changing
taking in the breezes.
i think back to his multiple rescues
his funny, crazy ways
his very loud voice
how i often spelled his name wrong
how he acted tough at first
but was really such a gentle giant
how he tried to camouflage himself in the vines and flowers
how he welcomed another rescue, tiny olive
into our little family.
in the morning
there will be
just two of us left
when we return to this room
as we say farewell
to our sweet friend, glenn frey.
even the flowers are sad.
(not my actual sale, this one is 70 miles long, but you get the feel of it)
there was that time
when i decided the best way to earn some quick cash
was to have a yard sale.
so i dragged our lemonade stand table out into the front yard
threw a plastic tablecloth over it
made a sign
covered it with stuff to sell
opened for business
let the cash flow begin!
a couple of friends and their sibs
stopped by on bikes
to check it out
i quickly made 57 cents
things were humming along at a nice pace
the venture was looking promising
i thought i’d do this each weekend
maybe hire an assistant
deciding what i’d do with all the cash
my sister came marching out of the house
to see what was going on
realized that i was selling her stuff
my mom soon followed
and that business closed pretty quickly.
“three dollars and it only transports matter?!”
(at professor frink’s yard sale – homer simpson)
fictional character from the animated tv series created by matt groening, the simpsons
image credit: cbc.ca