Things that are delightful: 1. chocolate ice cream 2. a sunny beach 3. a baby laughing 4. impeachment 5. a good night’s sleep 6. extra money 7. praise 8. love 9. purposeful ignorance 10. yellow cake with chocolate frosting
Billie knew what the expectation was but she didn’t know if she could go through with it. Becoming someone’s mistress, whether congenial and without sexual motive or not, was not what she had planned for her life moving forward. The problem was, Billie didn’t know how to get along in a new city without a job and no friends. This was the first time she had lived anywhere that she was a total stranger, but this was the change that she needed. Life at home had become too much; stress, bills, arguing. If no one knew where she was and no one here knew who she was, maybe she could start fresh and live her life the way she wanted to.
The Cat in the Hat knew the mom would be mad if she saw all the toys and goodies he had. He tried to keep quiet and out of her way to keep her distracted was the way he could stay.
He started with smiles and a proud, firm handshake His brow started sweating, she would know it was fake All he had to get by was this first “How d’ya do?” Then to get to the kids, just he and those two.
So he started to walk on his back legs to show that he knew that his back was the rude way to go. The mother was pleased by the Cat’s gentle tone She was happy to leave the three of them all alone.
The Cat took his bag and all the tricks he had found The comics and posters and the car with the sound He spread them all out on the rug in the room He had his own bag and could clean with his broom.
The kids were so happy to see all his stuff He wondered if they thought there wasn’t enough. But for hours they played without one single fight A perfect fun day led to a quite tired night.
We walked out to the coop. The heater had been left on for the chickens but with the winds making it feel like 10 below zero, the heater almost was a waste. I tried the door. Frozen shut. This was when I had to trudge back to the garage and look for any metal item I could get to jam in the door and pry it open.
With the door finally pried open, the darkness hid the hens. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I saw that no hens had perished in the cold, they huddled together to keep warm and alive. I moved to fill their feed bin with food and turned to check the water. The galvanized waterer was situated on a hot plate to supposedly keep the water from freezing. I suppose it worked because there was water in the trough for them, except that was frozen from the cold air. This was my only issue with keeping the flock, keeping water defrosted in winter.
Miller walked around aimlessly, searching for the key, the key that would unlock the truth. He was tired of the darkness, tired of the feeling of empty sockets where his eyes once were. Where in this darkness was the tissue, the tissue that held the DNA to rebuild his eyes, make him a member of the “seeing” world? No one had an explanation, maybe that is why Miller felt he had to keep searching. In the darkness, Miller continued, listening to the familiar creak and groan of the old floorboards in his now dark home.