Tuesday morning goes out into the yard, craning her neck so as to look upward, she begins kissing the stars, first the brightest then by whimsy in this or that constellation or another, I patiently explain the construct of a huge black hole at the center of our milky way galazy but she is uninterested as it is too far distant to have any import or meaning, I also explain the construct of dark matter, but she is not interested in things that cannot be seen, nor am I for that matter. Looking at me with extreme disapproval, Tuesday admonishes that I should be in bed and fast asleep already, which is true, but, I reply, "Tuesday, I waited up for you." For this I get a short pecking kiss on my forehead and cheek. Tuesday has decided to make apple cinnamon pie with all the fruit I brought in from the country over the weekend. Okay, but now, really you are doing it now, I implore. It really must be a thing with apples and the ladies (e.g., Adam and Eve fable) as Tuesday bears me no mind and continues bustling about in the kitchen-- deterined to make that apple pie. Declaring myself to be a bad apple, I pidder-patter off to bed. Tuesday comes to my bed and lies down beside me, cooing, "only for a moment dear" and "I have something I need to ask you." Well, okay, this is really unfair, what man can deny a pretty gal her wish when she is lying next to him like this and he is in awe of her radiant beauty. "How much cinnamon do you put on each apple," she gently inquires in a soft lilting sing song voice. That is your question, I exclaim! Yes, she says, laughing, I need to know.
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 06:19:17 +0000
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