Great piece. Cool word (planchette). I can't help but comment again, and no telling how many times I've told you this, of my (at 18 years of age) working in a grizzly bear show that also had a chimp what rode a golden pony. I also cleaned up elephant shit from their one elephant. It stunk something awful, so maybe it was sick.
They're very single minded. But can you imagine being a human mother in a pith hat (from the tourist shop) driving her maybe 2nd-grade daughter through the park in her jeep-type SUV thing and looking up to see a rhino charger her. Then hitting her? I was working the gate to the park when they came through, a huge dent on the side of her white vehicle.
While breakfasting on an omelette I read today's piece and considered how irksome it must be to be a suff (add the ragette) yet having to share your mother's tiresome phone calls (sufferagette) which become fodder for walking tours of your wide ranging mind. While planchette launched a thousand words, it took me not a minuette in time (to remember a high school report I once upon a time wrote) to wonder about the other 1848 events which were concurrent with its birth -- perhaps serving to inspire you to future meanderings. While Americans were moving planchettes around their ouija boards, Europeans were indulging in what became known as the Revolutions of 1848 concurrent with the publication of Marx and Engel's Communist Manifesto or was it Manifestte. America in 1848, free to seek spiritual enlightenment; Europe in 1848, seeking freedom from evil spirits.
Lions and tigers and fires oh my! The ette is so so good and I am inspired by your fire to try to finish something (anything) but it’s hard when I’m always putting out fires (boring domestic ones to be sure). Alas I’ll keep an eye on the ettes to see if one sparks. I also like a container. Fingers crossed for the Pushcart!
Thank you!! The way my mom's crazy messages might inspire, so too might you perhaps try to find a fiction in the mom-fires. It's in there somehow... but oh the time. Micro-fiction saves.
Question: Does you mom read your essays?
That’s tricky, she may be
Great piece. Cool word (planchette). I can't help but comment again, and no telling how many times I've told you this, of my (at 18 years of age) working in a grizzly bear show that also had a chimp what rode a golden pony. I also cleaned up elephant shit from their one elephant. It stunk something awful, so maybe it was sick.
One can't hear such a tale enough times so keep sharing!! It's amazing.
A new mama rhino started attacking cars because she thought they were a threat to her baby! :D
Rhinos can be really scary!
They're very single minded. But can you imagine being a human mother in a pith hat (from the tourist shop) driving her maybe 2nd-grade daughter through the park in her jeep-type SUV thing and looking up to see a rhino charger her. Then hitting her? I was working the gate to the park when they came through, a huge dent on the side of her white vehicle.
While breakfasting on an omelette I read today's piece and considered how irksome it must be to be a suff (add the ragette) yet having to share your mother's tiresome phone calls (sufferagette) which become fodder for walking tours of your wide ranging mind. While planchette launched a thousand words, it took me not a minuette in time (to remember a high school report I once upon a time wrote) to wonder about the other 1848 events which were concurrent with its birth -- perhaps serving to inspire you to future meanderings. While Americans were moving planchettes around their ouija boards, Europeans were indulging in what became known as the Revolutions of 1848 concurrent with the publication of Marx and Engel's Communist Manifesto or was it Manifestte. America in 1848, free to seek spiritual enlightenment; Europe in 1848, seeking freedom from evil spirits.
Lions and tigers and fires oh my! The ette is so so good and I am inspired by your fire to try to finish something (anything) but it’s hard when I’m always putting out fires (boring domestic ones to be sure). Alas I’ll keep an eye on the ettes to see if one sparks. I also like a container. Fingers crossed for the Pushcart!
Thank you!! The way my mom's crazy messages might inspire, so too might you perhaps try to find a fiction in the mom-fires. It's in there somehow... but oh the time. Micro-fiction saves.
Hey neat! Congrats on the publication!