Friday: Wakefulness
Last night, I went everywhere, trying to resolve matters everywhere.
I made new contacts and friends. I don't remember much of it.
I did rescue a rabbit who meowed like a cat and found a new home for him
with the aid of my new friend, who looked and dressed like Agatha Christie.
The little critter had been stuck on a Chicago CTA train and was miserably
looking for the right rescuer. When he decided it was my new friend and I or
bust, he acquiesced and let us gather him up in our hands. He was so happy when
we plopped him in front of an enormous compound with dense vegetation growing in it.
He also found a new bunny - friend almost immediately.
We had many errands to accomplish that night, but we did manage a visit to the little guy to see if he was still happy. He was. He looked at us in merriment from his vegetative paradise.
Mystery: What was he doing homeless on a CTA train, of all places? Poor thing!
He reminds me of this rabbit I had to take care of for a brief time, Mercutio.
That was the strangest of all rabbits. He thought he was a little puppy.
I miss him! He is somewhere in the suburbs.
This kind of stuff is probably what stirred Lewis Carroll to pen "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." Fan - Fiction might wonder why Agatha Christie, though, instead of another fusion - attempt?
I'll leave that for the site's pundits to determine the mind's late - night ramblings.
Maybe it is "Murder on the Orient Express" with all rabbit characters?!
Agatha and I must be Miss Jane Marple, this time around?
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I really think the Wizard of OZ will be the next terrain for me to visit through nightly jaunts. Who knows?!
If you've never been haunted by stories in the night, don't bother even asking what this is all about.
Next, I remember trying to return a miniature silver pot to a local library, where I once lived. My conscience got the best of me, and I had to return the pot in the book drop at midnight. While in front of the book drop site, I saw library books that I hadn't returned back sitting in my apartment, and they were plaguing me with guilt.
In the morning, I breathed a sigh of relief...!
I had no books to return. I was never over - due.
I was one of the good girls, honest, and on time.
Whew! No books to return!
That could have really dampered my schedule for the day...
I think some of those books are upset that they became discards.
That wasn't ever my doing...plus, I think they don't know they were
"withdrawn" or "discarded."
Leave it to people not to talk to them before
they vent out on me in my dreams or something?!
They do have a problem out here about discarding the classics.
I wonder why they do that?!
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I had coffee this morning, listened to music, and now I am roaming over
the internet.
I need a break to finish or start breakfast. Maybe skip it altogether?
I fuse all three meals together at times.
Bye for now, Friday ramblings!
Don't forget to make your wishes to Shakespeare!
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