The Little Yellow Bird. Part 12.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I flew to the house trailer yesterday afternoon before it became too cold. I flew to a branch , and their black , and white cat came to see me. He was looking straight at me from the bedroom window. I could see his lips moving. Their cat Boo watched me from a window too. The cats would probably love to play outside, but there is a major highway not far from the trailer. I think the family in the trailer is afraid the highway would be dangerous for their cats, so the cats stay indoors.
I flew by the kitchen window as well. The writer was cooking a pot of red beans with ham hocks. He was also fixing his wife ,and daughter some sandwiches .
He also drove to a store. Later he came home with store items, and mail from their local post office.
The writer checked the water pressure by his mother's old house. He ran a steady stream of water from, and outdoor faucet in order to help keep pipes from cracking in the event of a hard freeze.
The writer tries to keep things from breaking up. He tries to take care of things to save from spending money on repair bills. He checks the weather reports frequently on cold days. He keeps water running in small streams to help prevent pipes from cracking during ice cold weather. I think he protected the pipes.
I am thinking about writing a romance jungle novel called " Jeana, Queen Of The Jungle." by Little Bird.
Jeana is a wild girl that swings in trees on vines like Tarzan. Jeana is a guitar player, and she entertains creatures of the wild by playing rock music.
The squirrels, chip monks, turtles, skunks, owls, deer, everything rocks to Jeana's wild tunes.
Jeana falls head over heals for a jungle boy who is strong, and handsome with long blond hair.
Together Jeana ,and her boy friend swim under a beautiful waterfall ,and kiss passionately as sparkling bright sunlight shines threw sheets of clear trickling water.
If I write it I will mail it off and have it published. My mama can serve pineapple juice, and fresh fruit when I sign novels for my readers. Maybe I will wear a grass skirt at the signings. Maybe mom could wear a grass skirt, and my daddy could wear tight shorts ,and hold a large spear ,and wear a rubber bone threw his nose.
My boy friend is now thinking of joining the Marines. Last week it was the Navy. He has been talking about wanting to become a special agent, sort of like a CIA operative. He told me he would like to be a Marine Corp fighter pilot that works for the Central Intelligence Agency. I think he watches too many action movies. Now he wants to go on special missions with Federal agents.
He also wants to fly jets to collect information which is classified.
I told him to fly back to the mall to get me some lemon cream donuts. Pick up some jelly donuts too, and some gourmet coffee beans.
In order to keep his nerves in one piece, I had to do something sexual for him so that he could be happy. I want tell you what it was that I did. My mom knows. She told me what to do. Now he is one happy bird. Thank the Lord, because now he want be so darn weird for a while.
I guess we will get married sooner or later. When we do, I saw a nice large empty Folger's coffee can on the porch of the trailer down the street. I think it is the same can I was born in. If it is, it would bring back old memories.
When we get married we will be busy filling the can with twigs, and pretty leaves. He want have time to think about dangerous jobs. He will need to help me build a strong nest. I will need a washer, and dryer, a dish washer, a microwave oven, and electric wok, and many other household appliances.