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Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Musettes

Musettes (noun:  very small musings due to non-focus of gray matter or limited time...)




Isn't it interesting how your eyes can play tricks on you?  I came home from work and was getting changed for barn chores while I looked out the bedroom window and into the poultry yard.  I froze.  Was that a dead bird that the chickens were pecking away at?!?  OMG!  I raced out the door, shot across the deck and down the stairs to find....the remains of a particularly large red cabbage that my neighbor had tossed in for the hens.  This reminded me of being a freshman in college in Michigan, slogging through the snow in December towards class.  I was a typical over-sensitive, over-wrought artistic type who had gotten as far away from home as my grades and my budget would allow.  I was an art and English major, writing poetry and drawing well into the night.  Very over-dramatic.  As I slogged along, I spotted a dead rabbit in the snow near a stream bank.  Weeping copious tears, I staggered towards the wee dead thing, to see if there was anything I could do.  It was a brown paper bag.
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I dream of the day when there is a way to deliver a virtual slap to a head.  I want to apply it to all the nimrods who meander along the road in front of you and turn - finally - only putting their turn indicator on when they are almost finished with the turn.  WHY BOTHER!
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As I was standing in the laundry room, waiting to remember why I was there, I wondered what the soundtrack to my typical day would be.  I could imagine the Cha-Cha; especially if you could do the steps like so:  one step forward, three steps back - cha, cha, cha!
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When someone wishes me "A Good One" - what does it mean?  A good day?  A good life?  A good session with my shrink?  An excellent cup of coffee?  A good stretch?  What?  I know it shouldn't drive me mad, but - let's be honest here - I am listing toward cranky old lady and it just seems to me to be another example of lazy talk.  I even prefer "Have a Nice Day!"  At least that has a tad more focus.  Pretty soon it will be "Have A Nice".  Then "Have".  Then we will be down to grunts. 
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There seems to be a preponderance of dead skunks on, by, near the road over this past week.  I have a healthy respect for them (as should everyone....) and they do occupy a rather soft spot in my heart.  Way back - as in WAAAAY back - I had a pet skunk.  These were the days when I was an apartment dweller and no dogs were allowed.  Or cats, in most places.  But nowhere to be found in the multi-paged leases was reference to skunks.  Or hermit crabs.  Or button quail.  All of which were under my care for a time.  Not at the same time, of course.  "Pooh" was a cuddly little fellow who went on walks with me in his harness and leash ensemble.  There was always a faint whiff of Eau-de-Poo around him, but he had been de-scented.  I was forever haunting pet stores and trying to save whatever I could.  It's been a lifelong goal.  Anyhoo, Pooh and I were quite the team, walking down our neighborhood sidewalks.  The only drawback was that, when he got excited or nervous (which was any time there was another person or living thing besides me in range) he would bite me.  While I wanted to give him exercise and fresh air as often as possible, we were limited to very early mornings or evenings, out of self-defense.  I finally had had enough of serving as a pin cushion and went through a lengthy process of finding him a new home.  Which I did, I am happy to say, and he lived a good, long and happy life with a friend in the sticks.
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Hermit crabs were not the ideal companion for me, as I crave a more cuddly nature.  The only time they provided much excitement was when they 'moved house'.  I would keep my eye on them and watch for any sign that they had outgrown their present motorhome.  Then I would put in an assortment of larger shells and watch.  It was fascinating, watching them line up, straddle the new digs with both claws, then hoist their odd, shriveled hineys into the new shell to try it on.  But, in the end, it wasn't enough to form a lasting bond.
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A note to the no-show winners of the cookbook and chicken saddles - If I am not contacted by the end of Friday, I will re-draw (or, in the case of the saddles - reshelve) a new winner.









21 comments:

Rain said...

Hi Susan :) How did you come to owning a pet skunk? I think that's pretty neat! Are they known to bite generally speaking? It's hard for me to see dead animals along the road...makes me want to give up driving to be honest. I've never hit an animal and gosh I hope I never do. I love your musettes :) Have a good one.
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Susan said...

The picture of you out for walkies with your skunk is delightful.

Michelle said...

Now I'm going to be cha-cha-cha-ing all day! ;-)

Theresa Young said...

Whew! Forget the cute per stories. I'm just glad to know there's someone besides me whose little gray matter is all over the place. Musettes...I like that. Have a good......day ;-)

Charade said...

Thanks for the laughs. I needed them today. And BTW, those nimrods only flip their turn signal as they're turning because they finally saw you. Before that, they didn't have a clue there was another car for forty miles.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

My pet peeve is drivers who sit at a red light and only turn on their left turn blinker when it turns green. Thanks for the advance notice, jerks!

Mama Pea said...

Love your musettes! Keep 'em coming.

Kristina said...

My Uncle had a pet skunk back in his day. I never met it, but saw the photos. Had to laugh about the hermit crabs. I had them in my childhood, and got them for my own kids. It didn't last very long.

Goatldi said...

Hilarious !

I love your cha-cha mine is similar but has a few dips in it. 😉

Ed said...

I've walked up behind someone I know several times and uttered a word of wisdom only to have that person turn and face me and it is a confused stranger!
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I've said it so many times, we are a generation or two completely unaware of our surroundings and whom we affect with our actions.
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I've started some project at home, only to interrupt it to fix something else, which repeats until several hours later I am pondering what I originally started to do. I know the feeling!
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Guilty as charged. I guess I leave it up to the recipient to chose of what they have a "good one".
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My skunk experiences haven't been pleasant as a whole.
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Never had a hermit crab as a pet but had several pigs and one squirrel.
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I didn't participate in the cookbook contest. We have too many (if there is such a thing) already!

Susan said...

I cruised the local pet store on a regular basis, on my quest to "save" everything. No one would adopt him, so I did. He was very sweet! Like you!

Susan said...

Pooh had a bright red figure 8 harness with rhinestones. We cut quite the figure 8 ourselves!

Susan said...

It makes retracing your steps more fun... :)

Susan said...

Oh, yes. You are in good company!

Susan said...

Isn't that the truth? I call it driving on little bursts of consciousness. Otherwise, they are not conscious at all.

Susan said...

OMG, don't get me started on THAT! People really seem to have no idea that there are other cars on the road.

Susan said...

Be careful for what you wish... :)

Susan said...

LOL!

Susan said...

I think I need to know more about the squirrel.

Rain said...

:)

Ed said...

As a sophomore in high school I won a chance to attend a college in another state for a month. I had long weekends to kill and spent time sitting out under a large tree on campus reading a book. I noticed a squirrel that seemed unafraid of me and I started bring snacks for it and feeding it right out of my hand. I even started coming over lunch hour to feed it during the week as well. After several weeks of this, a friend of mine didn't believe me so I brought them along to show. The squirrel came up and promptly bit my hand much to the humor of my friend. I guess the bond between the squirrel and I was personal and the squirrel didn't appreciate other company.