Showing posts with label cursing mommy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cursing mommy. Show all posts

Monday, May 3, 2010

Squirrel Rear End, iPad, or a Mommy Deerest Peeking Around That Tree?

(c) 2010 F. Bruce Abel

So I'm picking up two papers between the sidewalk and the street this dewy yet sunny morning about 6:15 am at 970 Laurel, Glendale, Ohio. I look up and I see what looks like the back end of a squirrel off the left side of the tree about 25 feet away and eye-height. (Another tree behind it blocks the space to the right of the subject tree.) No matter. But something causes me to look up again, as the shape wasn't right.

After getting a better grasp on the wet papers I look again. The shape protruding the tree grows bigger and bigger as I watch! An ear? A nose? It is a mommy deer moving west. Then a baby following.

After crossing Laurel to the Rudwalls expansive yard -- me being "Indian-still"-- the mommy stops and looks over her shoulders backwards; the baby turns, facing me. She's as thin as a sideways iPad.

Monday, April 26, 2010

RX From the Cursing Mommy




(c) 2010 F. Bruce Abel




The above piece "The Cursing Mommy," by Ian Frazier, appeared in last week's New Yorker. It is the funniest.



 








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