Sharing the World with the Undead
Biographical Musings from the Zombie Jar
I loved my new gray flowerpots from Costco. For a mere $29.99 apiece, two gray pots filled with mysterious flowers and leafy things flanked the entryway in front for one spring and summer. This post is for the bored who are thinking of taking up gardening as they sit home for maybe the first extended… Read More
I have plenty of books, a few weeks worth of jigsaw puzzles, a good dog, a feisty cat, electronics and art. I have yarn, crochet hooks, and closets that need cleaning. My husband and I have a long list of TV we keep intending to watch. I can do this. We can all do this.… Read More
Ummm… yes, they are. If they are genuine droids, I’m in. If D2PO only knows 250 forms of communication, that’s fine with me. If he speaks them all with a pronounced Italian or Finnish accent, that’s fine too. I’m flexible. I just want a tall, gold guy to make my tea and plump my pillows.… Read More
Mommy sits in Dr. Camelia Pop’s waiting room while Daddy gets his annual physical. She is wearing a long-sleeved, navy t-shirt, and a long, blue infinity scarf covered with stars and pink nebulae, over blue jeans and gray, Adidas sneakers. The scarf engulfs her neck and chest. Shasta is still in the furry purple robe… Read More
Mew mew meow meow meow ROWHRR Meow MEow MEOw MEOWW MMEEOOWW! My clamorous cat More subbing from January of a past year, scribbled on a random paper scrap Crises I do well Lunch lady gives me free fruit I putt putt along Phone is almost dead No food but one free orange Time ate my… Read More
Going to the airport on Sunday of Thanksgiving week-end Desperate people Fighting hordes to reach exits Slog toward O’Hare. We drive in the dark Thanksgiving plane clusterfuck Cargo road again. (I liked the part where Sam leapt out of the driver’s seat to get her suitcase and I got out of the rear and went… Read More
The year is 2015. Shasta and Mommy are returning from Condell Hospital in Libertyville where they dropped off various books for Gabby, who is a mass of plaster and bandages. Gabby is recovering from a life-changing accident, but she is recovering. Mommy is casually dressed in sweats, a soft, blue Walmart sweatshirt over navy pants… Read More
Conversation with Shasta in Tacoma in June of 2015: Cast of characters: Mommy: Otherwise known as Jocelyn, a retired teacher helping out her elderly parents. Shasta: A visiting alien from a planet of huge slugs, invisible to most people Grandma and Grandpa: The elderly parents Mommy is sitting on a lawn chair of sorts. The… Read More
From a bygone trip to Mineral… The Little Park Cafe Hot turkey sandwich in yellow-gray gravy Chunks of dry meat, thin potatoes Mashed or melted, oozing into Lumpy, white-bread hills as I diplomatically support dad’s Passion for large, salty servings Delivered at small-small prices, with Big spheres of strawberry-covered vanilla ice cream. Mystery-meat loaf, the… Read More
November blew in with a blast of frigid air, following a quick frozen attack on Halloween that dropped crimson, chestnut, amber and lemon-yellow leaves lifelessly to the ground. Only the heartiest trick-or-treaters made the rounds. I praised their stamina while offering them handfuls of candy. The small children all stayed inside their caves. Winter is… Read More
