Pear ball and smiles...
Good morning to all those who may be living and dying on the dark side today.
M.Night here, (living dead girl) and I’d like to tell you that I have been thinking ‘deep thoughts’ about important issues that affect us all.
Problem is, I haven’t.
Right now I’m thinking about pear ball.
Never heard of it? Don’t feel bad, it’s a game that’s played here on the dark side every morning until the snow flies.
After the morning ‘off to school rush’ is over and my guys are neatly tucked away in the cocoon of academia, I come home to an eager companion.
My dog.
He starts to wiggle in anticipation before I even reach the top of our street and by the time I come within his line of site, he is frothing in hydrophobic ecstasy. (It’s sort of sad to see but, I can’t fault him for his enthusiasm)
My hand on the door knob signals the beginning of the games, it’s the crack of the starting pistol as far as my dog is concerned.
In a rush of Olympic ambition, my dog will sprint from the side door to the back of my yard while somehow managing to only touch the ground three times. I’m not sure how he does it but, I suspect there is some crime against gravity being perpetrated.
He will continue to leap like a gazelle until he feels he has suitably impressed me with his grace (or until his lips start to hurt from flapping in the breeze) and after a brief ‘cool down’ he will initiate the ‘chase me’ portion of his program.
The rules of this one aren’t too complicated, I have to stand in a stationary position while looking ‘menacing’. I receive the ‘go ahead’ sign in the form of a posterior wiggle, from there my job as coach is to stamp my foot and yell GO!
The choreography is intricate and flawless as my dog circles my yard in protective figure eights; he has it down to a science and displays an economy of motion that astounds the judges (mostly squirrels and blue jays).
The whistle sounds (yeah, I can whistle if I put my mind to it…) and ‘pear ball’ begins.
This involves me stationing myself under our pear tree and bending a branch low enough for my dog to be able to select his prize. Once a pear has been approved, I pick it from its branch and present it to my dog, he sniffs and if he still approves of his choice…My job then is to toss it.
The ‘catch me’ portion of the program then begins,(the rules are slightly more complicated for this event, each pear is different, therefore the rules are subject to change at any time without prior authorization) From what I have observed, the pear is tossed sideways by the player and depending on how it lands or bounces, it must be caught and chewed into submission or tossed again until conditions are just right.
Ever see a dog eat a pear?
I guess it’s a complicated thing to do, I mean; there must be a ‘right’ and a ‘wrong’ way for a dog to eat a pear. My dog starts at the stem end and chews in ever increasing circumference until only the blossom end is left.
Weird.
Why did I bother telling you any of this?
Because it’s part of my world, the world I live in everyday, where the sun comes up every morning and the bills need to be paid, scraped knees need to be kissed, work has to get done and all of it gets done with a smile…
It has to be done with a smile.
punkrockchic_22 has graciously allowed me to post the following poem she wrote.
Thank-you darling, I appreciate it.
Smile
smile.
Fake the happiness.
no one needs to know
about the war I’m fighting
against myself.
hide it away,
tell stories and lies,
faking life,
but tucked away
from this world,
the real me, away from
the battles and scars.
In my world, I can’t always see the light and more often than not, a smile directed towards me is a hostile event but,
The price of my friendship is a single dance of words and I give of myself freely without prejudice or need of reciprocation...
As long as you’re willing to dance by the light of the moon.
Be well all,
M.Night…………………out!
M.Night here, (living dead girl) and I’d like to tell you that I have been thinking ‘deep thoughts’ about important issues that affect us all.
Problem is, I haven’t.
Right now I’m thinking about pear ball.
Never heard of it? Don’t feel bad, it’s a game that’s played here on the dark side every morning until the snow flies.
After the morning ‘off to school rush’ is over and my guys are neatly tucked away in the cocoon of academia, I come home to an eager companion.
My dog.
He starts to wiggle in anticipation before I even reach the top of our street and by the time I come within his line of site, he is frothing in hydrophobic ecstasy. (It’s sort of sad to see but, I can’t fault him for his enthusiasm)
My hand on the door knob signals the beginning of the games, it’s the crack of the starting pistol as far as my dog is concerned.
In a rush of Olympic ambition, my dog will sprint from the side door to the back of my yard while somehow managing to only touch the ground three times. I’m not sure how he does it but, I suspect there is some crime against gravity being perpetrated.
He will continue to leap like a gazelle until he feels he has suitably impressed me with his grace (or until his lips start to hurt from flapping in the breeze) and after a brief ‘cool down’ he will initiate the ‘chase me’ portion of his program.
The rules of this one aren’t too complicated, I have to stand in a stationary position while looking ‘menacing’. I receive the ‘go ahead’ sign in the form of a posterior wiggle, from there my job as coach is to stamp my foot and yell GO!
The choreography is intricate and flawless as my dog circles my yard in protective figure eights; he has it down to a science and displays an economy of motion that astounds the judges (mostly squirrels and blue jays).
The whistle sounds (yeah, I can whistle if I put my mind to it…) and ‘pear ball’ begins.
This involves me stationing myself under our pear tree and bending a branch low enough for my dog to be able to select his prize. Once a pear has been approved, I pick it from its branch and present it to my dog, he sniffs and if he still approves of his choice…My job then is to toss it.
The ‘catch me’ portion of the program then begins,(the rules are slightly more complicated for this event, each pear is different, therefore the rules are subject to change at any time without prior authorization) From what I have observed, the pear is tossed sideways by the player and depending on how it lands or bounces, it must be caught and chewed into submission or tossed again until conditions are just right.
Ever see a dog eat a pear?
I guess it’s a complicated thing to do, I mean; there must be a ‘right’ and a ‘wrong’ way for a dog to eat a pear. My dog starts at the stem end and chews in ever increasing circumference until only the blossom end is left.
Weird.
Why did I bother telling you any of this?
Because it’s part of my world, the world I live in everyday, where the sun comes up every morning and the bills need to be paid, scraped knees need to be kissed, work has to get done and all of it gets done with a smile…
It has to be done with a smile.
punkrockchic_22 has graciously allowed me to post the following poem she wrote.
Thank-you darling, I appreciate it.
Smile
smile.
Fake the happiness.
no one needs to know
about the war I’m fighting
against myself.
hide it away,
tell stories and lies,
faking life,
but tucked away
from this world,
the real me, away from
the battles and scars.
In my world, I can’t always see the light and more often than not, a smile directed towards me is a hostile event but,
The price of my friendship is a single dance of words and I give of myself freely without prejudice or need of reciprocation...
As long as you’re willing to dance by the light of the moon.
Be well all,
M.Night…………………out!