So Joe's kicking off a big, very exciting new day, and what better way is there to a start a new day than with a big frolicking dose of cute (well, that or a bagel and coffee), and what's cuter than kittens and puppies? Gambol, Joe, gambol! Hug, Joe, hug!
Joe has some draft notes on his genesis...but before Joe gambols, he has to dig two holes in the ground, into which he will put hollow arrow heads anchored w/quickcrete, into which he will put two poles, onto which he will hang two swinging gates so that Aldo will not escape (although he's not escapist by nature) and things will then look prettier & less bulky than the previously hung chain link gate
ReplyDeleteThis is but one of the myriad stories of Joe's genesis.
ReplyDeleteThere are untold versions of the mysterious Joe's story.
As many, some say, as there are stars in the universe.
At the tender age of three, Joe's grandmother died. At her wake Joe was with
his parents in the receiving line. Joe was a little figgedity since
he did not know quite what to do, never having been in one before.
All of a sudden, Joe's grandmother's corpse sat straight up in the
casket. Her teeth fell out and rolled along the floor in front of the
family and came to rest at Joe's feet! It was the darnedest thing.
His grandmother then returned to her prone position. That is how
Joe learned of the Lazurus effect later in life. At the time Joe
thought his grandmother was trying to scare everyone to death
by pulling a weird prank. Joe was not a little traumatized by
this inexplicable physical phenomenon.
Thus it was at the tender age of 3 that Joe
determined that he wanted to become a mortician. That didn't happen.
What did happen is that Joe became thinner and thinner. This occurred
in almost infintesimal amounts over many years. No doctor
could diagnose Joe's malady. He ate more and drank more and yet he
gradually lost all of his flesh. Much later in life,
he finally gave up eating altogether. He always enjoyed a well
crafted cocktail or a bottle of earthy red wine with loads of terroir.
So he continued to drink. He had no liver to damage.
At one point in his life Joe became an academic-ascetic-wanderer.
He studied alchemy, economic featherbedding, acoustics, Sufi parables,
Grand Unified Theory, parrots, monkeys, pralines and a host
of other fascinating topics. The one topic that Joe kept near to his
skeleton was the study of spirituality and the myth of eternal
rebirth. He pondered over the ancient texts and even went to
the library of Alexandria to read the original manuscripts.
The eternal question would always remain one for Joe. What happens
when one shakes off the mortal coil? Maybe, Joe thought, one dances
the eternal dance to the music of the spheres. But there was no way
for him to know for sure.