Day 13: Kangaroos and blessings

Someone sent me a kangaroo.

It may have been the person who sent the squirrel yesterday.

All I know is that, when I looked at my Wall this morning, I saw three notes that said I’m sending squirrel requests. I also learned that I’m sending bless my online friends requests.

Five minutes ago I discovered–the Wall again–that I’m now sending kangaroo requests.

For the record, I am not sending kangaroo requests or kangaroos themselves.

When I read that someone had sent me a kangaroo, I clicked to see who it was (not that I expected to find out, considering yesterday’s experience with the squirrel).

I didn’t select any names.

I didn’t check out Giftie Credits.

I didn’t click Send or any of its synonyms.

I simply attempted to satisfy my native curiosity.

For this one indulgence, I find myself libeled.

On the other hand, after I clicked, I saw the kangaroo. That’s more than I can say about the squirrel.

For the record, however, I’m sending neither squirrels nor kangaroos. I hope that doesn’t disappoint anyone.

I’m happy, however, to send blessings. I am at this moment directing harmonious vibrations to all my friends.

But look for them to arrive in the traditional, low-tech manner. If I try sending them via Facebook, someone’s sure to receive a kangaroo instead.

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“Kangaroos and Blessings” appeared on Whiskertips in 2009. Again, finding myself no mood to compose anything new,  I’m recycling.

Day 12: Ten more minutes

Harry Pearce is in trouble.

Big trouble.

And I’m sitting here, heart rate elevated, breath coming fast, as worried as if Harry were real.

Several months ago I discovered MI5. It’s running on the local PBS station. Programs from an early series air on Thursday nights at 9:00. Programs from a more recent series air on Friday nights at 10:00 and rerun Sundays at midnight.

I’m hooked. I watch them all.

The scripts are well-written, suspenseful, fast. They assume a modicum of intelligence on the part of the viewer.

And they’re unpredictable.

The writers kill their stars.

I’ve seen several go. One was dispatched just now.

I knew it was going to happen. A couple of months ago I read some plot summaries online.

I almost never read ahead, but in this case I’m glad I did. I was able to prepare myself. Knowing made things easier.

The thing is, I didn’t read far enough. I didn’t know Harry would be threatened.

If the writers did away with all the others, there’s no reason they should flinch at disposing of Harry.

So I don’t know what will happen.

And I care what happens.

Ten more minutes…