Christmas 1991

Do you know what a Zebra Sounds Like? It sounds an awful lot like a Chihuahua or a Yorkie. One of those electronic toy ones that your grandmother bought you for Christmas or your birthday, when all you really wanted was My Pretty Ballerina or maybe just a few cans of Play-Doh. It's body is hard, covered in fake fur, and it's hips "fully jointed", so that with a forceful pat of it's well coiffed head it will obediently sit and echo off a trail of disingenuous yaps. That's what a Zebra sounds like. And I always thought they were silent creatures.

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It turns the tree was a Big Leaf Maple. You see, we never bothered to identify any of the trees that inhabited our yard, only enjoyed the shade and privacy they afforded us. The tree, like us, was healthy when we arrived here, all of it's limbs were intact, and it stood with an air of pride as it's furthermost branches reached for the sun. Then, as time went by, Anne got worse, and I suppose I did too, we all did really, and off went the tree's once sturdy limbs. It was several years after the maiming when we noticed the large ominous wet black circle at the base of tree, and realized that we were long past the point of saving. The tree's gone now-cut down to it's watterlogged base, and we are left learning to embrace a void filled only with blinding sunlight and our own shadows.

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you should know right now, this isn't going to be a purposeful blog.

it's just going to be a conglomeration of unorganized, un-thoughtout, egocentric musings (and possibly uninspired writings).

i just haven't the time for anything else, really.

honest.