Cult classic…
“Why???” Little Fur asked…
“They did not know,
in the beginning…
They knew little except mutual hatred,
for each thought the other was in league with the she-wizard…
But time passed,
and eventually their long imprisonment and their allegiance against the wizard,
caused the hatred in them to die…
It must have died,
for the troll princess soon carried the child of the elf warrior…
Only then did the she-wizard tell them they had given her what she desired most:
a child in whom elf and troll blood mingled…”
— in little fur: A Mystery of Wolves by Isabelle Carmody
A friend,
who is no longer on,
the friend list,
due to straw #3,
once said to me,
Little Buddy,
you are a maven…
I didn’t know anything,
about maven,
except that she rhymes,
with raven,
and I still don’t,
but even so,
from this split second,
moving forward,
for all intents,
and purposes,
I’m going to continue,
applying my so-called mavenness,
like a laser beam,
to #13,
Coach V,
and all of the other players,
in this most specialest herd,
of all time…
Last night,
during a phone visit,
with a dear,
former colleague,
she remarked,
a few minutes,
into the call,
that there was a crackle,
on the line…
She told me that they have bad phones,
in their house,
but that it was only,
when she was talking to me,
that the buzzing became so loud,
and clear,
in the receiver…
I told her,
That’s a sign,
of the transmission,
of important information…
I asked her,
an hour or so later,
as the conversation unfolded,
if she was still finding,
the noise,
bothersome…
She said,
No way Jose,
I’m so onto it now…
And I’m reconfiguring,
for the filtering,
of all that is unnecessary…
Just before lunch,
I saw a piano,
strapped down,
in the back,
of a pick-up truck…
I wanted to climb,
over the tail-gate,
and sit down,
to play Clocks…
But the truck drove away,
before I could get,
my fingers,
on those eighty-eight keys…
I don’t know if you know this,
but one cup,
of cooked beluga lentils,
has 244 of the % daily value,
of fibre,
and 90% of iron requirements…
Plus they’re cute,
and pretty,
and tasty,
with a spoonful,
of Macedonian feta…
But don’t take my word for it,
this is a super-food,
you can taste for yourself…
Because if you want,
improvements,
in catering,
for speed,
endurance,
and game day regularity,
you need to apply,
a legumic formula,
that really cooks,
for itself…
You swim so wild and you swim so free...
Dodge avenger…
“Why did you go back to the zoo???” Little Fur asked…
“It was not my intention…
I meant to fly away,
— but I kept ending up back there…
It was most troubling…
Then it came to me that perhaps I had not discharged my debt to you…
I promised to get a key and I did not get it…
So I decided to come see you and offer my services…
I knew you were going to the mountains,
and as soon as I thought of coming to you,
I was able to leave the zoo…
It is amazing what direction can come of purpose…”
— as said by the vulture in little fur and the Mystery of Wolves by Isobelle Carmody
Today,
the horses,
were yawning,
and stretching their mouths a lot…
It was like they had something to say,
and had kept quiet,
for so long,
that they had to exercise,
their muscles,
to get things moving again…
If you’ve ever seen,
the teeth,
in a horse’s mouth,
you know for GD sure,
to keep your fingers,
effing clear,
of them,
even if you’re wearing,
stinky old hockey gloves…
In any barn,
serious warnings,
are posted,
as clear issue,
that you are in a danger zone,
and fully responsible,
for assuming,
any and all risk,
presenting itself,
in the vicinity,
of one tonne beasts…
As prey,
a horse,
will not hesitate,
to use,
any and all of its weapons,
for survival,
when faced with a predator…
So you have to keep,
your wits,
about you,
at all times…
I had a dream last week,
that I was sitting down,
at a table,
with Coach V,
and Mr. Raffi Scorres…
We weren’t saying anything,
we were just,
being,
in the right place,
at the right time,
preparing to do,
the right thing…
I told Starshine,
all about it,
as I drove her,
to school…
She wondered,
What do you think it means???
I,
of course,
had absolutely,
no idea,
because I don’t work,
in the department,
of analysis…
All I knew was that,
the dream,
felt nearly as good,
as the bare hands,
of a knight,
in white satin,
on my back,
under my Canucks shirt…
And just like,
all of this waiting,
in-between games,
we should all know,
by now,
that there’s nothing,
as hot,
as a slow,
burning fire…
Faith pours from your walls... (photo: Starshine)
Dynamite roll…
And when he said that,
Shmuel smiled and Bruno knew that he was forgiven,
and then Shmuel did something he had never done before…
He lifted the bottom of the fence like he did whenever Bruno brought him food,
but this time he reached his hand out and held it there,
waiting until Bruno did the same,
and then the two boys shook hands and smiled at each other…
It was the first time they had ever touched…
— in The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne
Let’s be honest here,
what we all really love,
about hockey,
is all the GD hugging,
after triumph’s won…
We can talk shop,
about the stats,
the plays,
the fights,
and the give n’ go,
but if we boil.
all that stuff away,
what we’re left with,
is the essence,
of what’s most important,
in any relationship…
Last night,
Little Gem and I,
went out,
for a meeting,
pre-conference final…
First things first,
we lined up,
for the five o’clock opening,
of our favorite sushi spot…
I gave her the honours,
of ordering,
her preferences…
She started with miso soup,
and sunomono salad,
followed by agedashi tofu,
appetizer tempura,
roasted eggplant,
rounding everything out,
with a King California maki…
As for drinks,
we stayed dry,
so’s to be able to keep focus,
on the task at hand,
avoiding hang-over,
with green tea,
and 7-Up…
After that,
we headed,
downtown,
to do a little damage…
On our way,
past the court house,
which is under,
constant reconstruction,
Little Gem said,
about my station presets,
Mama,
your choice in music is pretty bad…
But it could be worse,
country is better than opera…
I asked her about her station of choice,
and said I was willing to switch over,
from bad to good,
for the rest of the ride…
She said,
You won’t like what I listen to at all…
I said,
Try me…
I’m super flexible…
And when we tuned in,
one of her favorite songs,
was playing…
As I danced along,
she pretended,
not to know me,
from her booster seat…
I persisted,
despite the backseat driving,
by putting,
all of my moves…
I wondered,
Do you think The Vancouver Canucks would prefer me to sprinkle,
scrub,
or raise the roof???
She cried,
in defense,
Ohmigod Mama,
No one wants to see you do any of it…
Especially not Lady Gaga…
I begged to differ,
and wondered further,
Do you think we’ll ever go clubbing together???
The answer was unequivocal,
No…
Because I don’t even know what clubbing is…
And it sounds awful…
Once we’d hunted,
and gathered,
a snappy outfit,
for Little Gem,
between the Gap,
and Z’ara,
we walked back to the car,
in a rain shower…
One of the triplets,
on the first line of offense,
was asked,
on Media Day,
if he feels like,
he’s been able to live,
a regular life,
since the buzz’s been in town…
And his response was,
something like,
When fans come up me,
I don’t mind talking to them…
But when I’m at the playground,
with my children,
I’ve found most people are respectful,
and leave me alone…
I really appreciate that…
Before we went to bed,
for a good nights’ sleep,
in preparation,
for Game One,
Little Gem walked past my closet,
and ran her hands down,
the sleeve,
of a hand made,
vintage green velveteen,
car coat,
lined with gold satin,
which I’ve inherited,
from the mother,
of my first best friend…
She stood silently,
with the fabric,
in her hand,
as if trying to hear,
into the distance,
and then said,
This is going to come in,
very handy…
I wondered if she knew,
for what,
and for when,
but she just said,
that are going to come…
Where the eagles cry... (photo: Starshine)
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