December 26, 2013 – Today, a snappy, nonsensical tune repeated itself over and over in my head until I could ignore it no longer. It went like this. “Why not buy a starfish?!” At first, I thought it was an incoming message from an extraterrestrial blob, but then, I started to groove with the melody and before long, I was shimmying, neck rolling, and moon walking to the insistent little jingle that had taken over my mind. When Wilma saw me, she asked if I needed her to call the paramedics. She’s a firecracker, that one. I explained to her that organic dance has a rhythm all its own. She put on her headset and walked away. Tonight, I am settled into my nest box. The music has moved on, but I am left contemplating, why NOT buy a starfish? Or a moonfish? Or a sunfish? Or a HAPPY fish? All this pondering got me hungry. I wonder if the seafood shack by the beach is still open? Mom’s not using the car right now, and I’d kill for a lobster roll.
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