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Saturday, May 7, 2011
No more beating around the bush, mate!
It was in the early evening hours of a glorious spring day in May. The sun was still hanging out, busy washing the streets with it's mostly symbolic yet beautiful glow, while the shadows from poles and trees were cutting ever deeper crevices in the sea of light. For some time now, Norsky had been preparing for his evening stroll, turning a few times around his tail, erecting its splash of long hair high in the air like a a magician flashing a deck of cards, and rubbing his body against a sofa or a table leg, amassing as it were the necessary courage to leave the house through the cat flap opening. It was always a momentous step for him, leaving his secure womb-like condition inside and crossing the boundaries into the unknown. No more beating around the bush, mate - he growled to himself before leaping in a rather wanting Jeté into the cool air of evening adventure.
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the monster girl
ReplyDeleteevery friday morning at 10, i drink coffee with my friend ruty, outside. we sit in the midlle of town. in two weeks we get a cup of coffee free.i have known ruty for many years, and meeting her is like meeting your beloved, old homeshoes.
last friday i did not feel so well. to my surprise ruty did all the talking. she has gone far - when i met her,
she hardly said a word. she said something about a little girl sitting near us with a broblem in her face.
at first i could only see the girl from the back.she was about four years old. with a nice dress and all.
she turned her head. she looked like a monster.
Hi ILanka
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about your dure experience with the little monster girl. She ought really to have stayed indoors instead of committing her face to public scrutiny. But there you have it - no dignity, no shame, no manners, people these days, just awful.
hi joosp
ReplyDeletethank you for a big laugh !
coming soon - a farewell story from hagara.
Hi Ilanka
ReplyDeleteGlad you took my comment with a big LOL. Looking forward to your next entry about Hagara. You can write in Hebrew, of course.