this little piggy had roast beef

you know, i only had roast beef the one time. i won a draw at work for a gourmet food basket of jams and preserves and a seasoned beef roast from a local butcher. it was much too big for me and i’m mainly a vegetarian but i entered the draw for the jams and never really thought i'd win.

it’s not that i’m ungrateful; i was excited to actually win something. the only other time i've won anything was when i spent a quarter on a gumball machine at the video store and got a clear plastic ball with a voucher for a free rental. i felt silly saying it then but all i really wanted was some gum. you can't blow bubbles with a voucher.

i thought about giving the roast away to my neighbour, who had none of his own, but he politely declined and insisted that doing without was a personal choice and not a shortcoming. i had to concur.

i tried offering it to my friend the next town over but each time i’d call he’d be out to market. his roomate (who’d answer) was willing to accept but quite preferred to stay home and i didn't want to take a roast on transit.

just after my neighbour had politely declined i sat down on the curb in front of my house. the roast on my lap, (which was with me just in case), i focused on clearing my mind so a good idea could visit. and it was just in that moment that a stranger on a bicycle stopped at my foot and cheerfully rang his bell.

he asked what i was doing with a roast beef on my lap and i told him the whole sad story and he smiled as he got down from his seat and sat beside me on the curb. his hand resting in a friendly fashion on my shoulder he told me he was planning a dinner party and had become overwrought with what to make. he decided to go for a bike ride, he said, to help clear his mind so a good idea could visit.

after we’d secured the roast to his basket and shook hands for our very good fortunes, he started off down my street shouting 'wee! wee! wee!' which i imagine he continued all the way to his home.

knock knock

who's there? a very tiny person, obviously. with really long retractable legs for extending the metre and a half distance from the door to the forest floor.

i can't wait to come over for tiny cups of tea. i hope your tiny furniture is surprisingly solid.

rainy day wedding (a very beautiful story)

yesterday we went to my friends layla and mathias’ wedding and it rained through the entire outdoor ceremony and dinner.

people made do and moved the lawn vows to a tent where folks piled in and strained to see layla and mathias exchange words of love, unaware of the downpour and heavy heat all around them.

after, the guests helped move the tables and chairs set up on the lawn to under the tent, working together, quickly learning each others names as people do when it’s needed that they work fast for a common good. layla handed out napkins to dry off the tables, people squished closely to their neighbour to fit in, bottles of wine were opened and glasses were filled and nowhere was there a word of disappointment.

and after dinner, the sky cleared.

the guests took their chairs and brought them out on the lawn and there were speeches and toasts and cutting of the cake and when that was done the chairs were moved back and the band started up and shoes came off and dancing began.

"the rain stopped for dancing!" i heard, "how perfectly did this turn out" someone said, and layla looked beautiful and all-knowing.

then the band started to play ‘all you need is love’ and the rain came down from the first note and no one stopped dancing. no one skipped a beat, everyone held someone’s hand, jeremy and i put our faces up to the rain while we moved together, and it was the most romantic thing i’d ever been part of.

bad seed

it was such a pleasant daisy patch until mitch moved in...