Yesterday I lay in bed until 1 p.m. listening to the Ants crawl around the apartment -- do the dishes, sing last summer's pop/dance songs, and talk behind Cate's and my backs. I had to pee so badly but I didn't dare get up and tip toe through the kitchen and into the small closet because I just might have lost my temper, even with something so small and shallow. Their complaint yesterday was that I had left my artichoke leaves (at least 7 or 8) in the sink. Although most Ants would gladly furrow their little teeth into the skins, these Ants suffer from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. God forbid. I believe JMF "knew each other before we inhabited our human bodies." Is that too "mumbo jumbo"?? I like to see beyond the physical human side into the spiritual.

M.C. Escher, Bond of Union   Scribblings: "I have yet to peer into your little glass hut, dust your dishes with my eyes and eat the little cookie in my aliceinwonderfulland dress so i could fit under your door." ~kc   prev     next calendar