Friday, August 6, 2010
Gyawn Revisited--the G is Silent
3:38 A.M. Little black Gnats keep flying on the screen. I thought my cursor was moving--my eyes AND my mind were playing tricks. I smashed one. Now I have a permanent period because I don't want to scrape it off. I don't think you've ever met Gnoggin my Gnome. May I introduce you? Gnoggin was knitted a year ago for my friend Mary Jane. He arrived in NJ via airmail to bring her comfort and cheer in her very last days. Now he sits and waits for his next assignment. I'm thinking of entering him in the county fair next week. Guessing he'll be the fair's token knitted Gnome. Incidentally if you ever chance upon a recipe to make a hamburger shaped cake that instructs you to: "Line a 6 cup glass bowl with aluminum foil and bake the cake batter 70 minutes at 300" RUN LIKE THE WIND AWAY FROM THE KITCHEN. DO NOT LOOK BACK. DO NOT STOP TO REMOVE YOUR APRON.
Ah...a lonely train whistle. I should pause and write a poem. These nights of insomnia are interesting. When I awaken it isn't gentle with a "What sleep from yonder window breaks? 'Tis the moon and I with fair hand do embrace that bright orb." Nope. It's: "I'm awake. I'm up. I was sleeping and now I'm not. Time? What's that noise?" Smashed another Gnat. Oh, Gno. Now I have a permanent colon on my screen.