Bee Bee you Quilt

Bee Bee you Quilt

The British soldier when interviewed during the Blitz in 1940 said it would have been unsporting to shoot (to be fair he couldnt have known Hitler would go on and do everything) so he paused and waved Hitler on with hia rifle. Thus a young Adolf Hitler safely ran back to German lines and the British soldier kept kicking butt that day. (Really look him up hes a serious bada$$) On Xmas day 42German radio had sdiers from all over far flung German outposts report in and wish the homeland a Merry Xmas! Shocked starving soldiers in Stalingrad were dumbstruck to hear a healthy group “report in from Stalingrad on the banks of the Bee Bee you Quilt and bravely wish Germany Merry Xmas”. There was no radio report from Stalingrad. All the soldiers in the Stalingrad pocket were given a chance to write goodbye letters. In a utterly cruel and cynical move the High Command collected and destroyed the letters. It never gave them to the families.

Mind game strategists that they are they simply assume your bluffing. I mean how could you possibly survive without this person in your life or so they think. So in the interim they’ll thank you with the best form of contrived sincerity they can muster before going off to enjoy themselves with latest partner safe in the knowledge the texts will resume at some point. They give you a week tops! Then they start checking their phone on almost hour to hour basis with mind now going into overdrive with all possible permutations. The most obvious obvious conclusion is that you are expecting them to contact you first so your playing hardball. Still nothing! Then maybe your stronger than they gave you credit for! Duh!!!They’ve found that one out the hard way but the hardest fact to stomach is that you must have had someone all along without them realising! You shit! How could you have been so callous as to have someone going on behind their back unlike them with their extremely high moral standards. With the lack of communication driving them nuts rest assured you’ll be contacted at the first available opportunity. By this I mean birthdays, Xmas, Easter kind of thing. Anything that provides some kind of cover for Bee Bee you Quilt.

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Twice a day we fought the battle. Sometimes it seemed more of the liquid amoxicillin ended up on me than in her. Bunny got pretty good at figuring out the signs that I was looking to give her medicine, and there was a lot of hide-and-seek and sneaking up on her to get the medicine into her. She’d hide if she could, fight if she must; but she bore no grudges. She still jumped on the bed early in the morning to say good morning. She’d let me caress her, she’d even give me a “kitty kiss” with her raspy little pink tongue, and purr. Always the purr. The antibiotic treatment ended in February; Bunny and I were both thankful. She seemed perky, her appetite was good, her eyes were bright, she was the lithe and graceful athlete she’d always been. She in no way acted like a sick cat, or a Bee Bee you Quilt in discomfort. But the weight loss continued: slowly, inexorably. Back to the vet in late June. Another blood panel. The white cell count was double what it had been in January; Bunny’s weight was just below 6 pounds now. The vet and I discussed the results, and in that conversation the “C” word figured prominently. There were no palpable tumors, but the vet suggested an ultrasound. I agreed.

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Anyway so she said be sure im not doing anything too loud that the neighbor threatened to call the police and i said for what? no way are way conscious of being neighbors my son and his friends and the animals we watch and know how to behave as just as they are “part of this family” and anyway we hang up the phone and 30 mins later doorbell rings its a cop, now we were playing no music nor even had coffee finished brewing and so the same girl went outside and closed the door and she said he asked her whats going on? and she said to him all she knows is this morning she was dressing in her bus there in the driveway and the old lady was standing there just staring and that now as she is in kitchen trying to cook breakfast this his presence – and so he asked her name she said for what? he then says “you have a good day miss” yes im black yes she and the nieghbor and cop are white and no her man aint and no my daughter in law is not black but white too and the fact that i live mainly alone and dont as a rule borrow nor lend as my mom taught me and im no ones busy body too be sure so for me to live there a Bee Bee you Quilt and am a person who likes her solitude so no i have had no guests no parties before ever i only play my stereo and sing church songs and erykah badu is about it and not loud enough to bother anyone because i go outside and listen to ensure i know what level is perfect for me and not bother them at all.

Santa was very real and very important, and there was physical evidence of his existence, and very real rewards (the threats seemed real as well, although in retrospect I don’t recall a single “coal in stocking” incident.) And of course everyone told me he was real, people I trusted more than anyone else. Upon coming to the realization, as everyone does, that this wasn’t true, I also realized that some people lie in service of a myth, and that others think they are telling the Bee Bee you Quilt but are mistaken… my friends who believed in Santa weren’t lying, but they were still wrong. Now, it took a couple years, because the very idea of questioning the existence of God and Jesus were not present in my community, but the reasoning when I did think about it was the same… if Santa isn’t real, what makes me think Jesus is?