
...but when I called and
asked them to deliver me
a slice, they hung up.
Photo by: Osquer
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure…We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?… There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do…as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same." ~M.Williamson
She wanted desperately to take her father up in a hot air balloon for his birthday, but her indigence prevented anything so extravagant. So, she got a helium balloon at the dollar store and made a little paper basket to hang underneath it. Then she made two paper dolls that looked remarkably like herself and her father. She floated the whole thing over his desk while he was working late into the night and the laughter it caused did him no end of good.
I tried to move with some grace through the yard but the combination of wet grass and the effort to balance a tray of tiny plants was nearly my undoing. It was only luck and quick reaction that kept me from landing on my butt. As is my wobbling efforts to remain upright must have looked less than ladylike.
Only a slight elevation of Andrews’ left eyebrow gave any indication of his surprise at Lady Jessica’s request, “How may I be of service, your ladyship?”
“That’s just it. It’s not as my father’s servant I beg your assistance but as a man of honor and charity to a woman in need of your help.”
The sweat seemed to pool in my temples before running into my eyes. I wiped my face on my shoulder as my hands and arms were too muddy to do any good. I thrust the garden claw into the soil once more and gave it a clockwise heave. The tines tore through the earth, uprooting weeds and worms. I shook the mud from the roots, dislodging the worms back into the garden. I had to be quick. I had only so much time before the next rainstorm.
When I went out there I didn’t intend to leave my heart unprotected. I planned on meeting lots of people and getting to know several before trusting anyone. Then you spoke to me and my heart proved itself to be not only unprotected from your charms but perfectly willing to fall under them.
I sat on the floor surrounded by a vast tangle of yarn. I was frustrated but resigned to slowly and methodically sorting it out. The worst part was that in order to sort out a fairly small knot properly I had to spread the yarn into an almost unimaginable mess. It seems like anything looks worse halfway through getting it cleaned up.
"Well, you could have been more circumspect in your choice of roomates."
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, a legendary performer who needs no introduction..." With that the M.C. walked off the stage leaving the confused audience murmuring to each other.
I stood with one hand shielding my eyes and surveyed the damage. The engine steamed and sputtered but would not run properly ever again. I was stranded. Suddenly I heard a motor approacing. It was him. "Damn!" I hissed, "the last person I wanted to be indebted to..."
I pushed the engine until it began to vibrate and groan, then I backed it off just a little. I had to make up as much time as possible if I wanted to have a chance of even finishing the race alive let alone winning. I needed to find water and soon, not for myself but for my justly complaining engine.
Jessica sat across from Andrews on the drive back to the manor house. She had little time to make up her mind about who to trust in her father’s household. She realized that the butler would be a goldmine of information. “Mr. Andrews,” she began, “I wonder if I could ask a favor of you…”
I watched the motes of dust dance through the air and slowly settle to the floor before being swept up again as the Max, under the influence of catnip, tumbled through the room once more. I really don't think we should keep catnip in the house when we're doing home improvement projects. It tends to turn the newspaper covered floor into an amusement park for kitties!
I pinched my cheeks to bring out the roses in them like they used to do in the olden days. I remember Scarlet O'Hara doing it to impress Rhett. I remember my grandmother suggesting rubbing my cheeks with a stiff brush to color them up.
"It seems we're in quite a pickle here," he sputtered. 
Your clever gift to
neighbors inspires delicious
possibilities.
Photo by: Osquer
Texas Sheet Cake by: Osquer’s Mom
Happy 7th Birthday today, Julia!
Happy 12th Birthday Monday, Jana!
By the time I could see that my skin was beginning to burn it was too late to take shelter. Even applying additional sunscreen was very little help. If my skin was turning pink while it was still daylight, I would be blistered by bedtime. I sighed and slathered on the sunscreen anyway. At least I could take steps to start healing. My mantra for the next few days would be "Moisturize! Moisturize! Moisturize!" and "Don't touch me!"
My brain was full of ideas that played off of each other like chemical reactions. They began to bubble and fizz, frothing over into the excited motions of my pen as I tried to gather them all before they flitted away like so many soap bubbles on the whimsical breeze of my mood.
The freeway was quite congested and I was in more of a hurry than usual. If I didn't get the results of this experiment to the University in time The Professor and I would never get it stabilized before it reverted to its component forms. A cross between a shih tzu and a slug is a hard thing to keep together.
"Well, we can alter the hem and tighten the bodice, but there's not much more we can do with the material on hand. I'll have to send the boys to find some accessories." She nodded over her shoulder at her two brothers. The two male mice scrambled past Cindarella's feet through a hole in the wall in search of ornaments for her ball gown.
Jessica snapped her suitcase firmly shut and took one last look around the room. Her father had offered to send someone to collect her things but Jessica, unused to living with servants, had preferred to do her own packing. He had, however, insisted on sending Andrews with her to settle her bill at the inn.
The warm spell had brought out a lush new growth of leaves, but the sudden cold snap had stunted many if not outright killing them. The cherry blossoms had been cut off before their prime and I didn't hold out much hope for many of the remaing buds to open. I was thrilled, however, to discover that my trick of putting a bucket over the single tulip in the yard seemed to have saved it's single bud from a premature demise.
"Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name..." Jim Morrison echoed from some doorway at an unspecified distance down the shadowy corridor. I walked cautiously through the broken glass and detritus of tenement life. My profession certainly led me into some interesting places.