A Great Start For a Monday
Oh, the days, the long and fruitful days, (when butchered prose gets caught, in my throat sideways)… haha. It is with sub? human effort that the keyboard resounds of clicking and scratching noises. I have to force my fingers across the little plastic pieces that are physically connected to some of the electronics. I am a rut. Not in.
My job as overseer to the laneway has morphed into something awful. At first benign, my interest is now morbid. During this latest lockdown, i’ve little that is required of me to do. In the absence of any more worthy effort, I sit and notice things. I see, I know, I tell. I have to blab, now that the Mayor has released her firm grip and has some sort of grippe. She did grouse a bit when I cheerfully greeted her a day or two ago but she cannot gripe. She is wearing a mask. To get the laneway management done, it is up to me and whom am I to speak of the goings on about the area? Has M. Trudeau annointed me Governor General? No, he has not. It would require effort on my part to obtain privelege and position. I haven’t spent the time or money to inquire of the PMO about possibilities. Nothing has been granted. I stand alone and …Je me souviens! Next time there is an election…
In the meantime, I watch as any Mr. Ordinaire might do. It should be a casual overview. It is more serious. I approach old age and, as an elderly wanna be, I am reduced in everything but curiousity. That is all left remaining to me. I am a mere resident, a no-person, a non-ya business provocateur. I blend in with the community background, yet questions come to fore: Where is M. Pussycat? What is my neighbour doing? Why all the pounding and hammering? What is the source of the low hum noise? Shall I stick my head outdoors again? Where is sneaky-walk guy – in jail? Does that squirrel indeed have on a tiny hat? Hmmmm.
There are, of late, no pussycats where there were several. What happened, was it a mass migration? The squirrel is not wearing a hat, gloves, shoes or anything sensible. Why not? My youthful neighbour was not off for work until 8 a.m. after which time, he quickly returned. Has he been covided out, fired…is he just taking time off to work on his construction project? What is he building? Where does the Mayor sneak off to? Who is the ‘dog fancier Lady’ with the illegal fence? Is it going to rain or snow? Is any of this Gladys’ business? “Why, no..” comes the answer. Is there something I haven’t eaten yet? Yes. More coffecake.
Robert On The Air 