— Elan Morgan

#352: SUNSHINE, LOLLIPOPS, AND RAINBOWS

I started writing that last entry at 5:45 this morning. Things usually look quite grim to me at that time of day. Being an eosophobe (dawn in particular, not daylight in general), the weak, blue light of early morning does not agree with my constitution. I am not distancing myself from what I wrote, because the thought processes and emotions behind it are still real, even if the early morning hour augmented them somewhat. I am, however, feeling like I usually do when I have foisted a lot of negativity upon unsuspecting readers: I need to counteract the preceding weightiness with something lighter, sweeter, fluffier. I feel like I need to write the Ph@zyme for that serious case of gas.

Whatever Comes To Mind That Isn’t Depressing For A Happier Friday

Oskar, our new kitten, was actually well enough this morning to fight against having antibiotics forced down his throat. It was fabulous. Oskar twisted and struggled so much that I needed the Fiery One's help and had to wake him up with a wild-looking kitty plastered upside down against my chest. Two days ago I was so worried that I would come home from work to Oskar's cold corpse, but now I think he’ll be a regular kitten in no time.

I met a woman last night who, although a little strange, was very nice to talk to. People don't always disappoint.

The last time I was in a meeting, I filled in all the closed off spaces inside the letters on the meeting agenda with my pen. It reminded me of how I used to do that to keep myself still when I had to sit with the youth choir at the front of the church. I remembered hearing the pastor saying Jesus and God and other holy words while I narrowed my concentration to filling in the holes in the As and Ps and the like and thought about the little O my singing partner's mouth made when she sang long notes.

I just got off the telephone with the Fiery One, and he's with me on the plan to spend our Friday night eating junk food and cuddling with the kitty on the couch. Rock on.

I dropped off a roll of film with my first pictures of Oskar on it, and it should be ready this evening. I mistakenly thought that I had loaded the camera with colour film, but I was really using black and white. Oskar's all black, so it will be interesting to see how much of him is actually visible.

Documentaries. We rented some. We know how keep it real.

Oskar has been crying about the cruelty of my eating chips and not allowing him any. He's snorking and sneezing and wheezing from his virus and mewling in this most pathetic fashion while he circles my chair. I turned to him just now, and in my most serious and empathetic voice, I spoke to him these wise words:
It's the sucking that's the worst.

Listen to this sample of "Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows" and sing along! Get it stuck in your head! I know it's in mine! Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, / Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together, / Brighter than a lucky penny, / When you're near the rain cloud disappears, dear, / And I feel so fine just to know that you are mine.