
‘do not let sunday be taken from you.
if your soul has no sunday, it becomes an orphan.”
-albert schweitzer
grandie v met a new girl at the pool
her daddy is a soccer coach at the university
who moved here from another country
though i have no idea where
the language that the family
spoke between them
was beautiful
yet
i couldn’t identify it
and
it was wonderful
to watch the girls play
and
communicate
without any difficulty
in two very different languages
neither one speaking the other’s language
but
they played and played
and soon
they were singing
to each other
and
laughing out loud
and
neither seemed to
even realize or care
that they began
with
two different languages
they were simply
two friends
speaking a new one together.
—
“the language of friendship is not words but meanings.”
henry david thoreau
yeti, in the wild.
—
just before i left for my trip
one daughter and her family
were moving from one house to another
waiting for a closing date
so
i turned over my tiny cottage to
one daughter
one son in law
two grandies
two in-laws
two cats
and
two hives of bees.
—
i
then
moved
into
another
daughter’s apartment
with
one daughter
two grandies
and
glen frey the cat not the rock star
as he was afraid of
other cats and people and bees.
and
besides
there was
no way
my cottage could hold
any more people or other creatures.
—
my third daughter
stayed put
in her usual home
with
one son-in-law
two grandies
and
one giant cat.
—
while staying at my daughter’s
glen frey jumped through her screen one day
and took off into the woods
we tried and tried to get him to return
but he just ran deeper into the trees
we called him, looked for him
we left out food and water
and finally one day
he began to emerge
for breakfast and dinner
and
quickly left again
without as much as a nod
before speeding off
into the wild once more.
—
upon my return
it was time to try to capture
the elusive woodland cat
who’d been living as a yeti
camouflaged
elusive
wild
deep in the trees
and my mission was to
bring him home once more.
we staked him out
during his most popular
evening feeding time
and sure enough
he showed up
but
as i approached him
he seemed to recognize me
yet
he ran back into the woods
always staying just beyond my reach
then
i saw him peeking out at me
and
he slowly returned
he must have remembered
and as i
offered him my hand
he began to purr
turned his back
i grabbed him
he yelled
it took two of us to wrestle him
we wrapped him in a blanket
put him in the giant cat/yeti carrier
and
i carried him off for home
with him yelling all the way
it felt like i had kidnapped
a reluctant member of bigfoot’s cult
and
he was not happy to say the least.
he stayed up all night yelling
yet
in the morning
he was resting
and
he’d found his spot at home once more.
—
i’ll never know
about his yeti days
and his time on the lam
spent with woodland creatures
and
wild adventures
of all kinds.
he’ll probably never tell.
glen frey, in his home again.
—
(along with the rest of the family, the other cats,
and the bees, all in their homes again)
—
“there is precious little in civilization to appeal to a yeti.”
– sir edmund hillary
imagine my surprise
when i went into a tim horton’s
to
order a dozen bagels
of a random variety
and
after the counter person put them into a bag for me
a random worker
from the drive-through section
stormed up
yelling out
“my customer wants a plain bagel and that’s the last one!”
and proceeded to try to reach into my bag to retrieve it.
all i could say was
“hey, those are the bagels that i just bought!”
and
she stopped
with her hand in mid-air
and
looked around
at all of us
standing in front of the counter
and
went back to the drive-through
without another word
and
without another plain bagel
and
i wondered if that had really just happened.
yes, yes it had.
—
“i’ve said this before, and i say it again.
bagels can be an enormous power for good or for evil.
it is up to us to decide how we will use them.”
-daniel pinkwater