Archives for April 2017

Apricots had to be arranged in a circle before anyone would speak.

The ideas they had created since they last met were crazy. And they were good. 

Whether the generous helpings of apricot contributed to these bright new concepts, we will never know. 

Everyone had moved on to new ground and  we could not find an apricot original. Only two days after their conference they had travelled far, beyond the stars we could see each night. 

But something told us we should always be sure to serve apricots at an important meeting.

We were drifting.

Then, they managed to get the motor started.

There, in the middle of the lake, the mountains soaring above us like rocky escalators to another land, we were moving again.

The cheese we bought earlier had started to smell, later we would realize that it was a good thing.

The gospel singers were performing Mowtown songs from a previous century.

Dissolving our cares in a vat of maple syrup and feeling good about the fruit we would eat, we tied the boat to the mooring and walked along the shoreline.

Voyages of memory.

She waited to whisper in my ear. 

They don’t do things the way they used to, it seems.

But the new manager is so nice.

Then after the long wait to be called, the dogs and cats retreated with their owners.

They had little choice, bread was buttered on one side only. 

But aren’t we lucky? 

We just say yes or no. 

And when we can, we invent the terms of engagement….and endearment. 

They talked about passwords.

The blue cat sat astride the Ferrari fender, lighting a cigarette made of licorice – that was the first attempt.

But a message popped up saying this was too long to be a password and that a legitimate password had to contain at least three ideas from the list.

This was the list:
-An animal
-A color
-A mood
-A school of thought in psychology
-The name of a famous Pre-Raphaelite artist
-A 1970’s band with at least 6 members

We trust them with all the security angles and governing access to the universal secrets of prehistoric wisdom.

Fortunately, a gaggle of teenagers were busy buying chocolate online, while creating instant-vanish avatars to amaze their friends. This was a welcome distraction.

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Some days

Brightest green we’d seen.

They sat on green cushions on a green carpet.

Someone asked for red.

Two people ran outside and returned moments later with a tray full of red.

Saffron robes and yellow jeans were everywhere. The houses were a fine violet verging on royal purple bleached by the sun. 

Inside a seashell a conference could be heard, it was one that happened hundreds of year ago.

Now we are ready for the paving stones of tomorrow. 

Baby steps.