first thing in the morning i stretch my hamstrings- feeling the burn! our backyard is treacherous
territory- mole holes and gopher mounds and gnarly tree roots everywhere. i can easily twist
my ankle or pull a muscle if i’m not careful.
making my rounds through the yard builds up my appetite, so i’m ready for my bagel and lox with
thick cream cheese and onions.
this is frans’ drawing desk where he makes his illustrations and animation. and there’s the name
tag he got when he first started working at the disney studio in the 1980’s. the note by the name
tag came from a chinese fortune cookie, and it’s been there for many years.
i wonder what he ate, kung pao chicken, peking duck, sweet and sour pork! dang! now i’m
frans is doing some animation of mickey mouse. i’m pretty animated myself. i jump around, i dance, i make funny faces. i could don
red shorts with yellow buttons and prance around doing silly things.
all i have to do is think about lunch, and i’m full of animation!
hmmm, lobster bisquits! rockey road ice cream.
sometimes i stare out the window pondering what’s out there. the universe is so grand, infinite, incomprehensible.
it makes me think about the meaning of everything- why are we here? what is our purpose? what is our place
in the world?
then i think about dinner- macaroni and cheese with polish sausage!
a long time ago frans worked on a movie called “cats don’t dance.” what a strange movie-
of course cats dance! i dance all the time! especially when dinner is cooking.
i hop around the kitchen, shimmying on my tippy-toes, shaking my big booty!
i’m dancing just thinking about a tuna melt with swiss cheese and a pickle and fries on the side.