You know what I mean, tiny things that make a day in the life a little better, or at least a little different than all the other days–in a positive way? Like an unexpected rainbow, or a small family of deer that you have a chance to be close to for a couple of minutes? Or like, once when I was nine I cut through this big field of grass that was as tall as my shoulders on my way home from school–and somehow managed to find a fifty cent piece on the ground through all that grass! That seemed amazing to me and I’ve had dreams all the rest of my life of finding amazing things in that field.
Today I was on my way to the grocery store with my boy and there were two bald egales in a dead, leafless tree right off the street on the way there. The one closest to the car was as interested in us as we were in it 'cause I was able to stop and look at it for a few minutes before anyone came up behind me. Right as we had to drive on, it spred it’s wings–easily my arm span–and swooped low in front of the car and then straight back up into the tree–just to give us a good look. That was pretty cool!
Yesterday, I saw a woman wearing a T-back I thought they were long gone. It was a little more disturbing than erotic, but it was definitely a tiny little thing and somewhere close to one of those moments.
Somebody started a thread with a title that was just crying out for some kind of lame, smart alecky, and pornographic comment, but I didn’t make one. I felt so rationally magnanimous.
Sigh. No one ever takes me seriously. Guess that’s mostly good, though. Anyway, while Fox and the Doc get it on out back of the T’s with their tiny things, anyone else want to play?
It is really hard to get up in the morning and that the first thing you do is take the dog out for a walk -wait, that’s the second, the first one is get dressed, I’m terrified one day I will forget that…
Well, back on track. It is cold and sometimes gloomy, but today, I am grateful that the sun was just right. There is a happy group of women doing line dancing at the park every morning and it never fails to make me smile -though it also never fails to make the dog bark -I know Toto, I know, I dislike country music, too -that stops easily with a reasuring pat on the head -they won’t bite, don’t worry, Toto.
Anyway, some mornings there is a black cat that stalks Toto, and he’s always very funny, running around, hiding in the grass, peering through the hedge… That makes me happy, too.
A woman sneezed loudly and scared my doggie, so he barked at her. She replied with peals of laughter, and her friends had a good laugh too. Toto left all mortified.
But as we walked back among the buildings and small alleys there were birds all around us, chirping and singing. It gives you a very peaceful, happy feeling.
It’s just a tiny thing but I like it.
tickle me aubergine
Swinging in a hammock
with my paperback on my stomach
I look lazily over
at you
and you smile
because it’s rare that I look lazy
and before I can say it,
You say,
Let’s build a farm!
And we swing a little excitedly
as we start to shop around.
Perhaps a mountain?
With craggy goats
and blackberry brambles
brumbies that jump moats.
No, no wait!
How about an ocean hut?
We could train the seagulls
and walruses
to plow oyster fields
we could teach them
to row boats.
You gleam and say,
You’d like a pig
in the deep dark woods
in a little brown little house
made of
gingerbread.
I begin to giggle.
I could teach him
to sniff for truffles.
And aubergines,
you add,
You mustn’t forget those.
And I imagine our
pot bellied friend
would be ticklish
around the ribs
I nod and know
I’d never eat bacon
again.
I’d not even
miss it,
I say out loud.
Not with all those
pumpkin fields
tomato towers
independent dogs
needy cats.
We smile and swing
look up at the sky
that huge thing
and it’s then that I see it
the house in the clouds
the door is open
the details are foggy
but one thing
is clear
we’re both
swinging
towards the same
kinder fate
as we search through
the clouds
for something
on the ground
we search
through the same
kindred
peace of mind.
Yasmin Summner
It’s just a tiny thing but I like it.
tickle me aubergine
Swinging in a hammock
with my paperback on my stomach
I look lazily over
at you
and you smile
because it’s rare that I look lazy
and before I can say it,
You say,
Let’s build a farm!
And we swing a little excitedly
as we start to shop around.
Perhaps a mountain?
With craggy goats
and blackberry brambles
brumbies that jump moats.
No, no wait!
How about an ocean hut?
We could train the seagulls
and walruses
to plow oyster fields
we could teach them
to row boats.
You gleam and say,
You’d like a pig
in the deep dark woods
in a little brown little house
made of
gingerbread.
I begin to giggle.
I could teach him
to sniff for truffles.
And aubergines,
you add,
You mustn’t forget those.
And I imagine our
pot bellied friend
would be ticklish
around the ribs
I nod and know
I’d never eat bacon
again.
I’d not even
miss it,
I say out loud.
Not with all those
pumpkin fields
tomato towers
independent dogs
needy cats.
We smile and swing
look up at the sky
that huge thing
and it’s then that I see it
the house in the clouds
the door is open
the details are foggy
but one thing
is clear
we’re both
swinging
towards the same
kinder fate
as we search through
the clouds
for something
on the ground
we search
through the same
kindred
peace of mind.
Yasmin Summner[/quote]
YES, Fox! That’s just perfect! The details are always foggy when your head is in the clouds. I love it! Beatiful and tiny and perfect. Thanks!!
Last Saturday, I was on the far side of a set of traffic lights, when I saw a Taiwanese man get off his scooter and help an old lady across the lights. Never thought it was possible in Taiwan, but it brought me a ray of hope and gave me such a good feeling that I went over and talked to the guy to say thank you for giving me sustenance for the day. He said sorry to me because the only reason he stopped was because the old lady was complaining that she had been there for eight changes of lights and not one person had stopped to help her. He said he only helped because he felt guilty not because he helped people. I pointed out to him that he felt guilty unlike the rest of the people so he was different.
Just found out I’m going to the IATEFL conference in 2009. That makes me smile. Obviously I could never have gone as a teacher.
Crunchy frost outside and completely clear skies. Walking over Folly Bridge to work.
The ducks in the fountain in the courtyard at work.
Humour. The people on the next corridor have made a rota for whose turn it is to open the doors on the chocolate advent calender. This is not supposed to be funny, but it is.
There’s a lot of bicycle riding in this town. This has an extraordinary effect on the average male buttock. That makes me happy.
Saw my favourite band ON THE PLANET, EVER, on Thursday and talked to the singer, who I have wante to marry since I was 14. He laughed at my joke. I think I am one step closer to my teenage dream.
Today is roast day in the staff canteen.
My new house has a tumble dryer and great central heating.
(I keep thinking, ‘Tiny, pretty things’ for some reason. Was that a movie?)[/quote]
I don’t know, but maybe you’re thinking of Needful Things by Stephen King? And I always thought it was black that covered a multutude of sins. The smile coverage is clever, though. I like it.
Buttercup, I wish I knew what opening the doors on the chocolate calender means, but it sounds a funny thing to have a serious schedule for.
Wow oh Wow! You got to speak to your fav band singer? That’s quite a big thing-as is central heating and tumble drying!
Bicycle buttocks are smaller, nicer things to be sure!
The smile coverage is clever, though. I like it.
to be sure!