Mouse That Lived In The Vacuum

Mouse That Lived In The Vacuum

by Tom Zeibig

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Once upon a time, there was a young Mouse who lived by himself in the woods. He was looking for a new home, a warmer home, a home where the rain didn’t flood him and the snow wouldn’t find him. He hoped to raise a family one day, and he thought some cozy dry corner would be just perfect.

 

One day he came to a little cottage in the woods. He decided to see what was inside.

When he crawled under the door crack, and went inside, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Nobody lived there. It was just what he was looking for, a warm dry house.

He spent the day going from room to room, trying to choose the perfect place, but each of the rooms were so big that he didn’t feel very comfortable. “I need a cozy corner somewhere” he thought.

Finally he found a small closet upstairs. “This is a little more like it” he thought. He sat in the closet for a while, but even that was a little big for him. “I need something really cozy” he thought.

He was about to leave the closet, when he came upon the hose of the vacuum cleaner sitting on the floor. “Oh, a nice little tunnel” he thought. He went right in and climbed up thru the tunnel all the way to the top, and then slid down right inside the vacuum. Puff.

He landed in a great pile of dust inside the vacuum. “Oh great! there’s already bedding here! This is just perfect, I think I’ll live in here” he declared.

Soon he had all his belongings moved into his new bedroom inside the vacuum. He made a nice comfy bed, with a marshmallow  pillow, and a little wrapper for a curtain stuck over the tunnel entrance. “Just Perfect!”

But, the best part was his tunnel. From his bed, he would climb into the tunnel, and a little ways to the top, then with a great squeak, he could slide all the way down the tube right onto the closet floor. “Oh what fun” he thought. He spent many hours that day, just sliding down his new tunnel.

The little Mouse lived in the vacuum thru the whole winter and into the following spring, but everything wasn’t quite perfect. He had a terrible time finding food, as all the cabinets were locked, and he couldn’t work the can-opener anyways. It was the same with water. Oh, there was plenty of water in a big white bowl that he had found, but there was a heavy lid on it, so he couldn’t get at it. “Quite sinister!” he thought.

The people that lived here before hadn’t left much. Each day the Mouse had to slide down the tube, jump down the stairs, out the door crack, and into the woods to find food and water. It was a lot of work.

But that was all about to change.

One day, in the late springtime, he was sleeping in his vacuum just as warm as he could be, when he heard a great commotion downstairs. He heard a door opening and closing, and a whole bunch of thumping around. The little Mouse didn’t know what to do, so he just listened to see what would happen next. He felt safe inside his vacuum.

“Ah it’s nice to be back” exclaimed Grand-pa(the Greater), as he put some suit-cases down on the floor, it had been a long drive.

Bella(the Charming) and James(the Inquisitive) slammed the door on their way in the house.

“Hmm, what nice sub-titles they seem to have” the Mouse pondered.

“I’ll race you to the top of the stairs” called out James(the Inquisitive). What a ruckus. James(the Inquisitive) was in front, but Bella(the Charming) had him by the shirt tail, and holding on tight. They were about half way upstairs when they were called back.

“Wait, come back here you two! You need to carry your trunks to your rooms first!” called out Elizabeth(the Expressive). She had little Thomas (the ponderous) in her arms.

“All right mom” and they both trudged back to get their suitcases and drag them upstairs.

The Mouse’s home shook as the children bumped their suitcases on each stair coming up. “Wow, what a lot of noise” thought the little Mouse as the children ran about, “I may have to move out!”

Just then the little Mouse heard the mother call to the children again “Kids, we need to clean this place up, can you bring down the vacuum from the upstairs closet?”

The Mouse was thinking “I wonder what that’s all about”, but just then he heard his closet door open. Suddenly his whole bedroom began bouncing around as James(the Inquisitive) picked up the vacuum. “Oh no!” he thought. He didn’t feel so safe anymore.

The children dragged the vacuum down the stairs, thumping it on each and every step on the way down, Thump, Thump, Thump….and finally at the bottom of the stairs a mighty WHUMP! The little Mouse room was now a mess, the wrapper curtain had fallen off, and his bed was all rumpled up wrong.

“Wow, I’m glad that thumping stopped. He tacked his curtain back up, and re-fluffed his marshmallow pillow. Seems to be quiet for a moment, maybe I should go out and see”. But, just as he started his slide down the tunnel, a HUGE noise started up and a huge wind came in thru the tunnel. It was such a strong wind, that it blew him right back up the tunnel and into his bed! VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM…

“Wow, what a wind” he thought. It was the most horrible noise he had ever heard. The little Mouse just cringed in a corner, covering his eyes and ears as best he could. Oh the wind and noise just went on forever, and all kinds of things were flying down the tunnel and hitting him right on his backside. Soon he was just covered in gunk.

Finally the wind stopped, “Whew, *cough*cough” from all the dust. But, the little Mouse was just too frightened to move. He sat still a long time.

Soon he heard “Bella(the Charming), can you take the vacuum back upstairs for me?” called out the mom “we’ll start supper after I take a shower, I’ve worked up a bit of a sweat here with all this vacuuming.”

“Wow, shower!” the Mouse said “that’s a good idea, I’m kind of sticky, but I think I heard the word ‘Supper’. That sounds even better.”

Just then the Thumping started up again as Bella(the Charming) and James(the Inquisitive) dragged the vacuum back upstairs and into the closet. They made sure it made a nice thump on each and every stair – thump, thump, thump… until finally, SLAM, the closet door was shut. “Whew” they both sighed.

“Oh this is just awful” the Mouse thought. He sat for a long time in the dark of his bedroom. “I must try to get out of here before the terrible wind comes again.”  Slowly he climbed into his tunnel and he slid down to the closet floor and rolled out into the hallway, coughing and choking on all that dust.

He sat there for a while in a pile of dust that seemed to be falling off of him.  He was a real mess. There were cheerios stuck in his ears, a lollipop stuck under his arm. There were candy wrappers and old pieces of gum stuck everywhere. His fingers were all sticky, and there was something slimy all over his toes. His nice fur was covered with dust bunnies, and the marshmallow pillow was stuck on his head! “Oh my” he thought “What am I going to do! I’ll have to move out if these giants decide to stay here!”

But, just then he heard water running. “Water, inside the house here! Maybe the giants can lift the lid on that water bowl, and just in time, cause I really need a bath!”

He followed the sound of the water under a crack into the bathroom. At first he couldn’t find anything but the porcelain bowl with the lid, but then he found the tub. “That’s it!” he thought “That’s where the water is”. Without thinking, he jumped right over the rim and slid right down into the tub, “Yahoo!” he squeaked, and fell right onto someone’s big wet foot.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK! A Mouse!” Elizabeth(the Expressive) screamed as she grabbed a towel and jumped out of the tub.

“What’s that sound” he thought, “why is someone screaming!” Quick he looked for a hiding place, and dove into the little drain hole which was full of water. He sat there in the hole and looked up at the screaming lady. “What a set of lungs on that one!” he thought.

“Grand-pa(the Greater), come quick! We have a Mouse! Come QUICK!”  she called Elizabeth (the Expressive) as she leapt out of the shower and grabbed a towel.

Grand-pa(the Greater), came bounding up the stairs two or three steps at a time. “What’s that babe? Oh, a Mouse, OK, I’ll take a look. I’ll call you when it’s gone.”

Grand-pa(the Greater) stepped into the bathroom, and looked all over “I don’t see it babe, are you sure?”  “Of course I’m sure, it ran right over my foot, and jumped in the drain hole!@#$”

Grand-pa(the Greater) calmly looked into the tub, and sure enough, he spotted a little Mouse nose just peeking out of the tub drain.

“A little cream rinse, if you don’t mind” squeaked the Mouse, but apparently Grand-pa(the Greater) couldn’t hear him with the shower still running.

“There you are little guy, It’s a wonder you didn’t drown in there little fella” he said.

It took a while, but he finally convinced the little Mouse to come out. He felt he should give that little Mouse a stern talking too. “Now look little Mouse, I’m sure you lived here a long time, and I hate to kick you out, but you can’t be taking showers with my wife ok?”  Well maybe not that stern.

“But I really needed a bath after that vacuum trouble” the little Mouse squeaked, but still wasn’t heard.

“Ok” said Grand-pa(the Greater), “no harm done, just be careful, and stay out of the Vacuum”. The Mouse thought that was a good plan, and scampered out under the bathroom crack.

Just at that moment, Bella(the Charming) was in the hallway, and saw him. “Oh what a cute little Mouse, daddy can we keep him?”  “James(the Inquisitive), what shall we call him?”

She thought out loud. “Mouse(the small)?, no, Mouse(the little)?, no”

“How about Mouse(the Piddling)?” said Grand-pa(the Greater) looking at the wet floor. Then James(the Inquisitive) thought for a minute. How about just plain old Mouse(the BeLittled)?  Both children liked that name, and so it was, Mouse(the BeLittled).

“Good Grief!” thought the Mouse. While they were discussing his name, he saw his chance to run, so down the stairs he flew. “Catch him, Catch him!” Bella(the Charming) called to James(the Inquisitive). They both chased him for a while, but soon lost him under the Kitchen cabinets.

“Oh well” said Grand-pa(the Greater), “he probably made it outside somewhere”. But the Mouse just watched from under the sink, where he could see everything. “Whew, that was close!” as he caught his breath.

Mouse(the BeLittled) was kind of sad about leaving the house for good. “But, living here has become a problem” he thought, “It’s just too loud and busy for a little Mouse, too many giants. I wonder if I can keep my new name though – mouse (the BeLittled)”.

However, he soon found out that his nose would not let him leave. “Wait!” it called out. It smelled supper cooking!. “Oh Wonderful” thought the Mouse “I guess I could stay for just a little longer.”

Well it was a good thing that he stayed. He saw that the children were wonderful eaters, dropping all kinds of bits and chunks onto the floor. “Oh, this could be a good place to stay after all!” thought Mouse(the BeLittled) as a piece of bacon just missed him.

He sat there until supper was over, and everyone had left. “Ugh, who’s going to clean up this mess” Elizabeth(the Expressive) exclaimed, as she went up the stairs, “I’ll get it in the morning, I’m just too drained after that whole shower with the Mouse thing.” she concluded.

The coast was clear. The Mouse squeaked with joy, then covered his mouth quick, so the mother wouldn’t hear him.

The Mouse was alone now. He ventured out from under the sink, Oh what a feast he had.

“Ok, I’m staying, that’s it, final answer.” he thought.

He had cheese and chicken bits, beans and sausage. The boy had spilt some milk on the floor that was just delicious. “My what a night, and I definitely smell bacon in the fridge for tomorrow, wow!”

While he was just lapping up some after dinner coffee, he heard Grand-pa(the Greater) coming down the stairs. But the little Mouse was too busy eating to run away, and besides he felt kindly towards the big giant.

Grand-pa(the Greater) went to the fridge, and pulled out the milk, poured a glass and sat down at the table. Soon he noticed Mouse(the BeLittled) cleaning up the floor. “Hey little guy, find everything to your liking?”

The little Mouse looked up, but didn’t say anything because it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full.

“What did the kids decide your name was? hmm Mouse the something…” he mused.

“My new title is Mouse(the BeLittled)” the Mouse squeaked proudly, but the giant couldn’t understand him with his mouth full.

Then after a long pause “Oh, yes I remember, it was Mouse(the BeLittled)” he said.

“Just pretend you can’t hear me ok?” squeaked the Mouse, but again, nothing.

“Well, I guess you can stay if you’re going to help out like this all the time. Can we count on you to keep the floor clean?”  “Yes sir!”, thought the Mouse. He knew he had found a home with this family.

So, Mouse(the BeLittled) set up a new bedroom right under the kitchen sink, and from that day forward, he would keep a watch on the kitchen floor. If anything fell to the floor, and it often did, he felt it was his responsibility to clean it up. He was a very busy Mouse. And he never went inside the vacuum ever again.

The End.

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The Clearing Fields

from the series ‘Wholly Unintended Consequences of Biblical Lore’

written by Tom Zeibig

 

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John sat down against the wheel of his tractor, sweat pouring down his face.  His wife Kathy, with Mary and Adam, walked across the dusty field to bring him a drink and some lunch.

“One more tree to go.”  John took a sip. He had been working all week, taking down trees, and pulling up stumps to make a clearing for Kathy’s garden. There was just one last tree to be removed.  “I’ve saved the biggest tree for last, this one might be too big for my chain saw” he confided. “but it should make an excellent dinette set if I can get it to the mill.”

“John, Mary wants you to read something to her, can you take a minute?” Kathy asked. Young Mary stood there holding the family Bible open, pointing to a picture. “Daddy, look it’s an olive tree! Is that where olive wood comes from?”  Little Adam repeated “tractor!”

“Oh, yup, that’s an olive tree all right.” Mary and Adam sat down in his lap. John glanced at the page, and began “yea, if you but have faith the size of a mustard seed, you could say to this tree, uproot thyself, and it would be so,  or unto this mountain, move thyself, and it would be so”.

John smiled and turned around to look at the big tree, “Alright tree, uproot thyself and carry thyself over into yonder forest, better yet, split thyself into boards, and rack thyself out to dry too, 2 by 12 planks would be fine. planed too while you’re at it.” To which Mary repeated “Tree Uproot thyself!” and Adam repeated “Tractor!” (which meant ‘tree uproot thyself’) as they wandered back to the house.

John went back to eating his lunch, and sat thinking about the future garden, and all the things they would grow, and the fine boards this tree would make. But, as he ate, a small branch of the tree kept tapping him on the shoulder. He brushed it aside several times, but then he heard a voice. “Excuse me, but I was wondering…”.

He turned around slowly and saw the huge tree waving branches towards him. It was no longer rooted in the ground. It was  standing on its root tips and weaving back and forth. It looked like it would fall over.

Again, the tree tried to reach out to John. It tapped him on the shoulder and took a few steps forward! “Excuse me, but…”

John leapt up, and then fell backwards trying to get away from the huge branches. The tree schruffled toward him a little bit more, but John wasn’t waiting around. He quickly hopped in the tractor cab and turned the key. “WHoly Unintended Consequences of Biblical Lore!” he exclaimed ere he drove out of sight. “I’ve never seen anything like this before!”  The tree had completely uprooted itself and could have fallen in any direction. “Kathy’s, not gonna believe this one!”

When John had disappeared inside the tractor cab, the tree became confused, and stopped. “I just want to thank him for helping me, and to ask where I should go now” it stammered, but it was no use, he could not find John or Kathy or the children anywhere, and the tractor thing was headed down the field making a cloud of dust. The tree chased it a little ways, but it was too quick.

“Hmm, what do I do now” the tree thought, “Mary and Adam didn’t tell me what to do after I uprooted myself, and surely John was joking about the lumber.” Slowly, the tree returned to its spot in the dirt, put its roots back in the ground, and sat down to think for a while.

When John returned in the tractor with Kathy, the tree was fast asleep, right where it had always been. “Um, John, why don’t we go back inside for a while” Kathy said calmly, “maybe you should lie down for a bit, dear. I’ll drive. perhaps a cool beverage.”  John shook his head, and said a great deal, but nothing I could put in a children’s story. They both got back in the tractor and headed home.

Later that evening, the tree finally decided what it should do. “I’ll go talk to the other trees in the forest, maybe they can help.”  The tree pulled up it’s roots again, and schruffled off toward the woods.

The tree thought to herself, “schruffling, that’s how we move about now, you can’t exactly call it walking”.

The next morning, when John returned to pick up all the tools he had left behind, there was only a great hole where the tree had once been. The tree was gone, it had left for good, leaving nothing but a trail of schruffle prints leading into the woods.

“It’s GONE!” he cried out. “I’m not saying a word, nothing, not ever, I’ll just pick up my tools and pretend I took that tree down in my sleep. Why, it’s probably at the mill right now.” he quietly said, as he picked up the tools and drove back home. “This is not good.” he thought. “Kathy’s gonna have a fit if I tell her.”

The tree wandered thru the forest for several months, but none of the other trees could talk to her, ’cause they were just wood. She was very lonely. Sometimes she would come across a farmer or hiker in the woods, but whenever she would try to catch up to them, they would just run away screaming. And, as you know, trees aren’t very fast when they schruffle. (She hadn’t learned about tree summersaults yet.)

One day she was climbing up a small mountain, “Hmm, this mountain wasn’t here the last time I went thru this valley. I wonder how it got here” she thought. She suddenly felt tired and had to sit down.  There was a nice large rock that was just right, and she sat down right on top of it.

“I don’t know where to go. The family didn’t say what I should do next, they just disappeared and I never saw them again” she sobbed.

Suddenly she heard a loud rumbling voice. “If you’re done weeping, little tree, could you please get off of my eye rockette, I can’t see where I’m going. No hurry though.”

It was the tree’s turn to be surprised. She looked around, but saw no one. She checked all the trees nearby, but they were just wood.

“Who said that! and I’m not a little tree you know.” she called.  The mountain rumbled,  “It’s me, you’re sitting on my eye rockette”.  The tree was so surprised, she stood up quickly. “And what’s a rockette anyways?”

“Ah, thank you, that’s better” he rumbled and laughed, “and could you hold still, you’re roots are tickling. Why, a rockette is just a small rock, like the one you’re sitting on.”

“You’re a talking mountain!”

“Yes I know, I can dance too, but slowly.”

“Wow!” the tree exclaimed.

The rumble continued, “Yeah, a family showed up one day, and told me to move. They had a truck, and they talked about mustard for long time, nearly put me to sleep, and then they told me to go. I don’t even like mustard. Anyway, they didn’t say where I should go, or if I could ever stop, so I’ve just been wandering about for a while. It’s what I do now.”

“Hmm, that sounds like my problem” the tree responded, “They didn’t even stick around to talk at all, just left in a cloud of dust”.

“Typical” the mountain concurred.

“Have you thought of taking up crochet? I would think with all those limbs you could be quite good at it.”

“No” responded the tree, “I don’t like needles.”

“Ya know, I’ve seen lots of trees like you recently, most of them are very friendly. There’s a nice gathering not too far from here, I can show you if you like.”  This got the tree very excited, “Oh, Yes! Please.”

So they schruffled together for a while.

The tree thought to herself, “hmm, mountains don’t really schruffle well, but what else would you call it?”

“Do you have a name, besides just ‘tree’?”

“Well, I never have before, I guess I could use one now. I’ve been referred to as lumber, but I don’t …”

“Ok, I’ll call you Twiglet” he rumbled, “I’m Rocky”.

“Oh dear, well, I’m much bigger than a twig you know, I’m a mighty oak I think, or an olive tree, not sure, anyways…” she started.

“You don’t seem very big to me” Rocky Rumbled, “Now look dear, Twiglet, the clearing with the dancing trees is just ahead.” Rocky seemed to be enjoying his new friend.

“Let’s stop here, at the edge of the clearing. I don’t want to disturb their dance field.” he continued.

“Their dance field?” Twiglet cried out.

“Yes, but you’ll have to wait until night fall, the trees won’t budge until then”.

So, together they waited at the edge of the clearing until dark.

“You DO know that I’m much MUCH bigger than a twig, right” Twiglet tried,

but Rocky had fallen asleep.

That night, the moon was shining brightly. Twiglet watched the other trees closely to see if any of them would move. She soon saw one tree pulling its roots out, and another. Soon they were all up-rooted. They stood on root tips and stretched way, way up high. It was wonderful to see them schruffling around, branches waving about and all of them talking at once.

Twiglet was about to speak, but Rocky cautioned her that it would only be polite to wait until the dance was over, so she remained quiet and watched.  “All the trees are out in the clearing now, which I guess means it’s not really a clearing anymore if it’s full of trees, but I digress.” The great dance began.

First, each tree schruffled into the center, boughed, and returned to the circle. This took a long time as some of the trees had forgotten their roots and became all tangled.  But soon the great circle dance began, again.

All the trees joined limbs and moved in a circle. Some were quite graceful. Others just enjoyed thumping the ground as hard as they could, which did made a nice beat, if not a steady one.  There were also some young saplings that had to be carried, because SOME trees weren’t too careful about where they thumped their big roots down.

“Ah, my favorite part” said Rocky, “they’re about to remember the great storm of ’78.” The trees began to shake their leaves and branches about wildly. Bending and swaying together, almost to the ground at times. It created quite a wind. They loved making wind.

However, just before morning, the dance changed again. All the trees began schruffling in different directions.  It was very exciting. They would grab each other’s limbs and roots, and swing each there about, bark, twigs and leaves flying in all directions. Twiglet thought perhaps they were trying to square dance, but that’s hard to do if you’re all limbs and roots. It was a wild and crazy dance.

Twiglet thought “this looks dangerous, are they going to be ok?”

“This is the ending” indicated Rocky. “It always ends the same way, in a huge pile of trees.” he chuckled.  And sure enough, the trees were landing one on top of the other, in a big tangled mess. But they were laughing so hard that they couldn’t untangle themselves. And they were having such a great time that they hadn’t even noticed Twiglet and Rocky watching nearby.

Twiglet started laughing too, she couldn’t help herself, and she had a wonderfully loud laugh. “Bravo, wonderful dance!” she called out, and clapped her limbs together as fast as she could.

But, at the sound of her voice, all the trees stopped. They quickly untangled themselves and schruffled back into place as fast as they could. One sapling couldn’t find a place to put its roots and ran about the clearing until another tree helped it find a spot. They all placed their roots back in the ground, and became perfectly silent, pretending to be wood.

Twiglet didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know why they stopped?  Slowly, she schruffled to the center of the field, and sat down.  “That was a wonderful dance, won’t you come and talk to me?” she cried out.

It was then, that one of the Elder trees spoke. “Oh, dear, it’s another up-rooted tree, just like us. My you’re a big one. Tell us, was it the John, the Kathy, the Mary or the Adam that had you uproot yourself dear?”  “Why, yes it was all of them” she explained. “Rocky told me there were other trees like me, but I wasn’t sure, until now.”

“Ah, thank you Rocky for bringing her here. You’re welcome to join us. Everyone, come on out and welcome our newest dancer!”

“I’m Twiglet, I guess” Twiglet added quietly and then added “but I AM bigger than a twig you know”.

“Rocky did you a favor by naming you Twiglet dear, such a big tree as yourself is sure to attract a bunch of lumbermen, but I think most of them would be too embarrassed to bring a tree named ‘Twiglet’ to the mill” the Elder went on “it’s your camouflage of sorts”.

All the trees raised their branches (and roots) in welcome. “All Hail Twiglet!”

“Now dear, your welcome to stay as long as you like, but there is one rule. You must never schruffle during the daytime, folks around here get scared. And, for goodness sake, don’t chase the farmers or hikers around, that never works out. Dogs, well ok, they deserve it, but never in daylight.”

Just then, a lumber truck appeared coming down the nearby highway, fresh from the mill. All the trees became quiet. It slowed down and came to a stop right near them! Suddenly, Twiglet realized that she was the biggest tree around, and she was worried about becoming lumber. But, the truck soon drove off again, leaving the trees in peace.

“Hurray, it works! Your camouflage is working!” the others exclaimed. Most of the trees had just boughed and tried to look small and sad while it passed, but the poor weeping willow just couldn’t stop sobbing until the truck was far down the road.

The Elder began again, “As I was saying dear, we dance at night, and in the day we hold still.”

Twiglet thought this was a splendid plan.

Even Rocky thought it was a good plan, although some mornings he would find himself on the wrong side of the clearing, but no one seemed to mind.  His favorite part was that each year in the spring time, he would take all the trees for a ride around the valley, and he didn’t really mind that their roots tickled him so much.

So the next time you’re out in a field at night, and the moon is just right, don’t be surprised if you see the trees pulling out their roots, and begin dancing the great circle dance.

However, during the day, they’ll just stand in one spot and wave about, pretending to be wood, but we know better now.  You can often tell that you’re among schrufflers, if you find yourself standing in a forest where a field should be, that’s your clue.

Oh, and Kathy, John, Mary and Adam?  Well once the Garden was completed, they started a ‘Field Clearing’ business. They go about the county clearing fields for other farmers. Sometimes a group of schrufflers will gather in some poor farmers field overnight, but John and his family know just how to clear them out pretty quickly.  The other farmers have tried to do the same thing, but so far it hasn’t worked.

And finally, the pulp of the story is; If you tell a tree to uproot itself, or a mountain to move itself, and you have faith the size of a mustard seed (or larger),  please also tell the tree or mountain where exactly to go, and when to stop, so they don’t wander forever.

Remember, only YOU can prevent needless schruffling.

 

 

The Build Pics

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2008-2009 Build Pics

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2009 the Turning

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2010 Build Pics

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2011 Build

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2012 Adventure I

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2012 Adventure II

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2012 Adventure III

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2013 Rigging Fixes

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We Built it Together

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I thought we would build it together
we would work side by side till it’s done
I’d teach you to drill, hammer and saw
and then we’d go sailing, my son

But you were really too expert with the saw
as you neatly sliced thru the sheer plank
and the hammer you wielded almost missed me
for this lump I just have myself to thank

Your sisters helped scrape off the glue from your hair
and we found all my tools in your room
so, the shop-vac was getting old anyways
but you can make such great cloud with a broom.

We found it safer for you to watch from nearby
and you enjoyed fetching me all kinds of tools
but we built it together, you and I, that’s for sure
and you’re gonna love sailing, it’s cool.

Well there’s not much room in the cockpit
as we scrambled about with the lines
so in the cabin you waited
making cherry pits and watermelon rinds

I felt rather low that you weren’t sharing our fun
but your mom, she knew just what to do
she strapped you up out on the forward hatch with
a bubble wand and a puddle of goo

So at last we are sailing together
and I laugh as they float out to sea
I just love to see your bright smile
and know that we built this, you and me.

TomZ

Note: For my best buddy with Down Syndrome

The Ride

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a sleeping bag crumpled up for two
coffee and morning sun
still waters laced with dreaming gulls
twilight almost done

did you sleep at all, it stormed so hard
my eyes are welded shut
grab a towel, it’s pretty wet out here
ah, there’s the morning puff

was quite a ride last night my dear
the jib will be needing some thread
let’s take a dip and tidy up a bit
then let’s get back to bed.

your hand is cut, I’ll get the stuff,
ah, didn’t see that before
we slammed in here, blessed anchor held
just 100 feet from shore.

but it’s quiet now, the sun is warm
your eyes are looking at me,
and the little wavelets lap the chine
to lull us back to sea.

Tom Z

Web of Desires

I. transfix
Soft tendrils lay outstretched before me,
endless by-ways of whatnots to inspect,
yet as fast as I can google or yahoo,
my passion strolls on to the next.

Oh, look over here my acquaintances,
have you seen such a cute little cat!
I just have to share it with all of you,
but wait, did you see where I’m at?

I’m learning to juggle and whittle,
to knit bottle socks and clog dance and sing.
Oh, but wait till you see this new one, it’s awesome,
it’ll be my very next thing.

I’ve uncovered the worlds gnarliest napkin ring things,
and how to craft cross country skis.
I’ve gleaned how to paint over tile and cork,
and DIY hammocks among trees.

My arrays of recipes and instructables
jam up in each catalogued queue.
If motivation were ever to grasp at my heel,
could I possibly choose which to do?

II. doubt
Yes, my wanderings are frightfully fruitful,
grasping unfettered wishes to and fro,
yet somehow, there’s nothing to look-up anymore,
there’s little of interest to know.

The dash has gone out of my ponderous scan,
grown dry as a grand-fathers pun.
What trinkets can possibly amuse me now,
perhaps I should go for a run.

But oh, it’s just so easy and slough
to scrunch back in the crumbs of my chair,
aggressively searching pinterest and stumble
for that hidden ember languishing there.

Perhaps a new game or a movie I’ll find
or just peruse my excellent picks,
re-discover again an old friend or a forum,
maybe master some unlikely tricks.

But the ache in my iced limb reminds me,
more determined with each gentle swipe,
I’m sure, I must, yes I can stop soon,
oh, look here’s how to cook tripe.

III. despair
Dusty blue flickering the dark empty room
Despair pokes a twig ‘gainst my web,
Is this all there is, a cocoon for my soul
Roiling curios consuming my head?

oh God, where am I now – are you there?
Google glimmered and consumed, but is gone.
Haunting perfections yet ever unfound,
still flanges kept flailing on.

IV. awaken
Ruefully aside my crystalline guide!
I’d aimlessly amble about.
Shed sticky limp socks at the dogs door
and ground my bare sole breaking out.

Slim grasses brushed over in wavering touch,
eyes long into unbroken night.
mist laden zephyrs disjoin me,
restoring long ever-lost sight.

V. encounter
Spellbound and pared, slumped by the gate,
dare I whisper aloud my disgust.
Of freedom and every amusement I vowed,
yet, Your decanted Grace, I must.

Your low resound echoes, overflowing, unbound.
My gaze, roasting slow in your fire.
Hold fast in the lowering darkness my soul,
for your broken-hearts founding desire.

by Tom Zeibig (darknite)