The little leaves are red brown in the sun
The branches out- turned shapes are full of joy
Little glitters play on leaves for fun
Eden was not totally destroyed
We return there in these glances rare
As nature and our friendships we enjoy
Living life, we never should defer
The sights, the dreams we harbour every day
The future is still fiction, if it’s there.
The maple does not ask the question, why?
Seek meaning for its life and its affairs
Like it ,we must now live before we die
June 12, 2017
Mary was sitting at her desk trying to decide whether to throw out a book called Schrodinger ‘s equation for idiots.The title had more than one meaning, she thought to herself.
I think that is for the recycling bin, she told her cat, Emile.What a pity you can’t read.You could have read it.
I don’t want to read stuff like that.I only like Dad’s cartoon books.
Where are they, Mary asked him, her eyes shining like melting Danish butter on a hot croissant?
They are in that plastic box in the kitchen, Emile told her.I read them at night.
How can you read if there is no light?Please don’t start sinning as I don’t want you to have to become a Catholic.
I can’t become a Catholic, said Emile.I am Jewish.
Well, St Paul was Jewish, Mary told him.Until he had an epileptic fit .
So having a fit can make you a Christian.That is very strange, the black cat told her with a twinkle in his eyes
Well, it’s not automatic, Mary replied.You have to pay.
What, pay to become a Christian, I don’t believe Jesus would like that.
Well , he may be quite indulgent, sometimes Mary giggled.However, the Vatican and its wealth might not be quite what he was thinking of when he gave the Sermon on the Mount.
What sort of mount was it , Emile enquired.Was it a horse?
No, it was more likely to have been a donkey as he was poor, you know
But he had things money can’t buy, the cat said philosophically.Like women who poured oil over his feet.What sort was it,?Was it like that stuff Stan put in the car engine sometimes?
Don’t be so ridiculous.It was olive oil, Mary told him
Can we prove that, Emile murmured? His feet were no salad
No, I am using inductive reasoningMary stated logically.Olive trees are grown in that part of the world even now.
What is inductive reasoning, Emile mewed
Why it’s the opposite of deductive reasoning, of course, Mary stated flatly
I am glad I can’t read, Emile said.It’s bad for you to have to learn all of that.It was ok for the ancient Greeks.They had no televisions.I’d rather watch Andrea Bocelli and Hayley Westenra singing Vivo per lei.Whatever that means.She is from New Zealand by the way.
What difference does that make Mary teased him?
No need to be rude, Emile cried.I was only passing a remark
That was what Stan’s mother used to say when he told her off for saying my maple mousse was like something out of a tin.
Where was it from?
The Joy of Cookery. a big American cook book or maybe Jewish Cookery by Florence Greenberg or Marks and Spencers
Did you get that book because I am Jewish, Emile purred?
No, I didn’t even know you were.How did it happen?
My mother was living with a Rabbi in Liverpool and he told her she could not miaow on the Sabbath so she kind of assumed she was Jewish.As for my father.. nobody knows.
Emile, don’t start saying you are the Messiah.I have enough trouble already.I don’t want you to be walking on water and helping women taken in adultery
I was not me who took them, said Emile.I don’t even know where Adultery is.
I think I’ll ring 999.We need help before we go mad.
Sometimes going mad seems the better option, Mary said sadly.A few voices telling me what to do might be helpful
As long as they are not Michael Grove and Horace Watson, Emile replied. As for Freezer May……
And so say all of us
Mary stood in her kitchen admiring the white flowers on her huge mock orange bush,She looked down at the floor where some coffee she had spilled had become a large black mark.She tried mopping it with her squeegee mop after pouring some floor cleaner onto the mark.Alas, this did not work
Mary was lost in wonder at the chemicals in coffee which make it more intractable to remove.
The back door opened and in dashed Annie her neighbout.Dressed today in purple and mauve she was the picture of ripe female seductiveness achieved by artifice and art.Her mauvey grey eye shadow was bought on line from “Images of Wigan and West Mersea” a well known sourceof startling new colours for women’s faces.Her smokey pink lipstick was glued to her lips by a special formula known only in the Wigan factory.Even nail varnish remover did not get it off so Annie made sure it was what she needed…. along with her 48 hour antiperspirant from Boots and her Channel 9 perfume which came with her new television set.
In fact that was why she had bought the television.She already had 5 of them in her home so she was never without the chance to watch some Palestinians enjoying themselves on a saandy beach by the lovely wire Fence which divided them from their former homes in Israel and they didn’t have to pay any cash for this well designed barrier
Now and then one might see an ambulance.Possibly, like my mother did in New Brighton in 1948 ,someone had stepped on a piece of broken glass and the paramedics always enjoyed a trip to the sandy picnic spot.It was too far for Dave to go from Knittingham.
A Palestinian nurse/paramedic was always there ecquipped with her sewing box to stitch people up right where they were enjoying their day out.Now and then one was targeted by some loon nearby who had somehow got hold of a gun and some wonderful butterfly bullets.Well life is a gamble/
Still, we all need some risk Otherwise we would get terribly bored or if Spanish, gored.
Even in the USA there are often accidents like this.It is a real part of their culture unlike Britain, the calmest country in the West apart from a few teenage boys stabbing each other and a few more committing suicide for no valid reason.And the odd wife being murdered by her dear husband.
Mary got out a brillo pad and tried to scrape the marks off the kitchen floor.Annie found a wire wool scourer and they bent over scrubbing away as women always have loved to do after breast feeding their husbands and smacking the baby.Or is that the other way round?
Now it’s time for tea.Let’s ring 999 and ask for Dave to help out.Emile will do it with his paw if he is not asleep in a pan on a low heat
I think I have just failed my IQ test
The apple cart has landed on my chest
I didn’t mean to cause such selfish pain
Writing you a letter once again
I never knew that numbers carried on
To fall in love and marry they’ve’ begun
Their children are irrational not whole
Some are transcendental ,I’m enthralled
The IQ test was far too hard for me
I cannot even read it,don’t you see?
I think they are immoral and in vain
I’ve written to the Queen,I have complained
The apple cart is emptier today
I ate them all and now I feel quite gay
How my heart sings 