Michelle's House of Horrors

 

I won’t get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.

–Elvis Costello/Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes

 

I have over 12 pairs of red shoes. I stopped counting at 12.

Does that seem like a lot? It seems to me that I should have some more.

 

No angels have ever asked to wear them. Do you think Elvis made it up?

Some of them are pretty cute. I can understand why an angel would want to wear them. Popes have been wearing red shoes for years. Why should they have all the fun? Maybe angels gave them the idea, but then again, some of the recent red shoe popes got pretty old. Maybe they should have let the angels wear them after all.

The current pope doesn’t appear to be wearing the traditional red guccis. We’ll see if he ages at an decreased rate compared to other popes.

I will definitely consider it if an angel asks.

 

I wouldn’t have to let them wear all of my red shoes, would I, ’cause no one is wearing my red Frye boots but me!

 

 

Making friends for the world to see
Let the people know you got what you need
With a friend at hand you will see the light
If your friends are there then every thing’s all right

–Elton John/Friends

 

Let’s just get this right there out in the front: Chelle and Rick are wonderful.

There.I said it.

They are.

For those of you who don’t know them, they are people I’ve known since I was in Junior High (Rick) and High School (Chelle). Apparently, I was on Student Council with Chelle. There is photographic evidence to support this, though neither of us actually remembers it. It’s in the year book, so it must be true.

We were not good friends at the time, but have gotten to know each other in the last several years. They are great people.

So.

They moved into our neighborhood today. 1.33 miles away, Google says.

Only 1.33 miles!

We went over with a pizza and the mobile bar cart to help them settle in tonight, and OH MY GOD. They have the best deck in Tigard. We sat on the deck and drank a bottle of whisky and some beers, and smoked some cigars and talked.

 

We did not manage to do any unpacking. Uh. Oops. But we did get the bottle finished, so that counts as an accomplishment, right?

We also watched the moon rise and go from the East almost all the way to the West. Watching the moon is surely important.

 

Good times.

 

Looking forward to more of those good times.

 

Welcome to the neighborhood, Ginger and Stuff,

We love you.

 

Unpack before the Virginia game. We are SO having the away tailgater at your house!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

An’ then, an’ then I hit him in the eye
An’ I told him I wasn’t gonna be dead no more ’cause I din’t wanna be.
–Teeter totter dream kid/Trouthaven

There are a couple of boys on the teeter totter across from the cabin, maybe 5 and 7 years old. The younger one, who sounds a lot like a miniature Barry Kripke (Bawwy Kwipke), has been trying to get the older kid to listen to him tell about the dream he had last night. It’s been going on for nearly an hour. I have no idea what it was about, because I can only hear him when the wind blows this way and he’s at the top of the teeter totter.

During a lull in the dream story, he also discovered the properties of the fulcrum:

Hey! When I sit faw away fwom the handle I am heaview than you aw. An’ when I sit close to it you weigh mow.

I am drinking coffee and have started my nth novel of the trip. Bag of Bones. It isn’t scary yet.

Mostly I’m watching the ripples on the lake and smiling at the bits of dream talk from the teeter totter.

Now and then I have another sip of coffee while Mark does whatever it is you do to a fishing pole if you’re going to fish from a boat instead of from the dock.

My coffee has long since gone cold.

I don’t mind.

Oh! Apparently I’m going fishing too.

Gotta go.