Fri 10 Jul 2009
Coyote Boils Coffee In My Hat
Posted by laup under Discussion, Meditations, Outbreak, Random Encounters, Supernal Diver, Weirdie
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Went on a walk with the parental units and K. The last month and a half has been hard core beat-down, on the outside world stage as well as the personal stage. There’s a lot of decompression and decontamination procedures to go through. Our meditative walks together help massage out the bad brains.
I spot a robot at the top of this hill under someone’s raised porch. “Hey check out that robot,” I say. K says, “What robot? That’s a mermaid.” After a few minutes of everyone seeing different things and wondering whether reality has shifted underfoot, it dawns on me this is one of those weirdo random whackazoid encounters of doom. I switch positions and see next to the robot is a red-haired waving mermaid. The trees and the way the hill is situated combine to make it hard to see both at the same time.
We all laugh at the absurdity. Who (or what) posts technological and magical beings along the meditative route people take? That’s just how it is when all you get is the Spanish Inquisition. Robots to the left of us, mermaids to the right. Here we are, stuck on one side or the other, unable to pass between the guardians of the change in consciousness. Except this time I figured it out and we saw both sides. And laughter, the fool, comes along to take us back to the beginning, to our roots.
The haunted house closes it’s doors today sometime after 5 PM, and then that strange and terrifying ordeal will be gone forever. My folks wanted to take pictures of the Chucky doll and us waving bye-bye to the house, but K was like, “No way.” We flushed the evil toilet for posterity and laughs, but the monstrous apparatus was strangely subdued, it’s poltergeist-like slamming sounds hardly detectable.
A large spider has taken up residence in the sliding back door, spinning a long tunnel-like web, probably two and a half feet in length (the web, not the spider!). We decided to leave it be. Somehow, a yucky looking spider with dried insect husks gives this empty, smelly, and disorienting place character. I tried to open the secret door, but the ghosts were having none of that. The creaking noises and dust seemed to increase as if to say, “You’re done dude, just go.” I understand. Sometimes it’s better not to know.
I decided to strangle the spooky gift bag in the kitchen (sorry Hexe Witchiepoo!). A gift bag that had alarmed so many people by playing at random times (including K). Even though the battery should have died years ago. It seemed appropriate.
We delivered a note to our neighbor on one side of the haunted house. Her friend, with strangely diseased-looking hands accepted with politeness. I was like, whoa, is this whole neighborhood full of halloween characters and we just didn’t know it because we didn’t see it? Now that’s just darn creepy. If I look at it, victims and skulkers living in the same deserted cul-de-sac.
I shoot off a firecracker. Time to move on.
OMG – my little Le Petit Poucet – better you than me to strangle that god-awful bag. I hope you succeed. Many have tried and many have failed. Give it to your neighbor – the one with the strange diseased-looking hands. Let those hands strangle the wicked horrid bag. However, you have to admit the lights are cute. No, no, no you don’t. It is an evil little baggie…… passed on from one to another. Let’s bake it! xoxo hexe
I’m curious why you chose to title this post “Coyote Boils Coffee in My Hat” over the more obvious title, “Superman Dries Spinach on a Donkey”
Hexe: Baked. Hope the next victim…err tenants like strangled bag fricassee.
Liephus: Coyote (the trickster) has been behind some of the shenanigans involved in my leaving / not leaving the haunted house. Therefore, he has been boiling coffee in my hat, or in other words having some fun at my expense. Coyotes had been raiding my trash and attacking cats in the haunted house neighborhood, you see.
However, one could easily say Superman has gone mad, and has been drying his spinach (source of power) on my donkey state of mind. So I see what you mean.
Ultimately I think the decision is that I prefer coyote over Superman, because the thought of a normally benevolent alien using a walk-on nobody like me for their own inscrutable purposes is just a little too terrifying to contemplate.
Not that Coyote can’t be a bloodcurdling spooky bastard, but at least it’s covered in the policy of “whadda ya gunna do, he’s Coyote?” There’s nothing funny or random about Superman slapping spinach on your back and telling you to kneel in the hot sun all day.