TheBanyanTree: My Blanket of Solace

[B.E.]

I love this idea, Monique! It allows the writer the freedom to explore a 
plethora of topics succinctly, but enjoyably.

It sure beats trying to fit multiple ideas into a haiku. <wry grin> Now 
I can see how to do brief vignettes. Several have been popping into my 
mind, but I didn't think that they would be all that interesting if they 
were just one paragraph post. This is the perfect format for me! Thanks 
for sharing it! Yer so smart!!!!!!

....Sachet

Monique Colver wrote:
> This is what happens when someone wakes me up at 3 in the morning, wanting
> to go outside. The blog, which will have a new post EVERY DAY for a year
> (that's the plan, and rather ambitious of me, if I do say so myself) can be
> found at
>
> http://tiny.cc/MoniquesBlog
>
>
> My Blanket of Solace
>
> It's green the way poorly lit hospital corridors are green, and it has holes
> in it from when Ash, in his enthusiasm, used it as a toy. Some people, at
> 3:39 am, would put on a robe, or wander around in their jammies, but I wrap
> my blanket of solace around me, despite the fact that thus attired, my
> ability to do any strenuous activity has been severely limited. Or perhaps
> that's the whole point.
>
> My Dog of Darkness
>
> He lays next to me on the couch, sound asleep, his head barely resting on
> the blanket of solace. This is slightly inconvenient for me if I'm using my
> laptop, which I must be, but he's so quiet that I don't really care. Last
> night, when he jumped into bed with a stuffed animal in his mouth and began
> swinging it about, smacking me in the head, I called him the Prince of
> Darkness, but he doesn't really care. He's just really happy being a dog.
>
> My Dog of Light
>
> At this time of night, or early morning, she's outside, and doesn't want to
> return. Years ago I promised her a yard of her very own, and now that she
> has it, she's loathe to leave it. It's very unusual for the dogs to not
> sleep through the night inside, in our bedroom, but this night they decided
> they needed to be up and out, and this is why I'm sitting here in my blanket
> of solace, the Prince of Darkness at my side and my Dog of Light outside.
>
> The Price of Laughter
>
> One of my Facebook friends posted several hours ago that he heard laughter
> last night, and was amazed. "People laugh? Awesome!" he said, and I felt
> really sad for him. He's obviously not hanging around the right sort of
> people. How can people not laugh? A friend and I got together last night for
> dinner and a writer's meeting. In the car we laughed uproariously about my
> wet pants, in the restaurant we laughed about a variety of things, and on
> the way home we laughed about . . . sometimes all I remember is the
> laughter. Laughter's free, if you were wondering.
>
> My Pants Are Wet
>
> I've discovered an excuse akin to "I must wash my hair" for escaping from
> social obligations. When my friend IM'd me yesterday to ask if I was driving
> over to her side of the river for the festivities I responded with, "Sure,
> but I just noticed my jeans are still in the washer and I have to dry them."
> She read it as, "No, I can't come because my pants are wet," and thought,
> "that's a hell of a lousy excuse." Fortunately we straightened that out
> before she had a chance to hurt me. Not that she would, but she has the
> ability, whereas I have only the ability to fling about mere words. Try
> using your words when an accomplished martial artist is coming at you with a
> weapon. This is not to be construed as a challenge.
>
> Disemboweled Bunnies
>
> I was actually quite fond of the bunny. Ash kept it for quite a long time,
> carrying it around here and there, jumping up on the bed with it and falling
> asleep with it. He never tried to take It outside, fortunately, because once
> a toy enters that mysterious zone known as the back yard, it lives there for
> the rest of its life. The bunny, like the groundhog and the elephant and
> dinosaur (at least I think it's supposed to be a dinosaur), led a charmed
> life for quite awhile. But all good things must come to an end, and the
> other day Ash decided to investigate the bunny's innards. I walked into the
> living room and found bunny innards everywhere. Bunny intestines strewn
> about here, bunny organs laying there, all disguised as soft white cotton
> stuffing, and the outside of the bunny limp and bedraggled, a sad testament
> to the will of one determined Prince of Darkness.
>
> Providing Perspective
>
> My younger by 10 years half-sister has just informed me (really, just a
> minute ago) that I have given her a brand new perspective on the birthday
> issue. I had wished her happy birthday by email, and she had responded that
> at her age, she tries to ignore her birthdays. I had responded that at my
> age, I take every chance I can to demand attention and presents and cake,
> and so birthdays are a good thing. She thanked me, and is now looking
> forward to her next birthday. It's all in how you look at it, right?
>
>
>   

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