Thank you to all who wrote the nice comments and invited me to come go through their trash. These kinds offers are much appreciated. I have been very busy lately, so I have not been able to write much. Some of my busy-ness has come from trying to find these neighborhoods where I can go through the trash. The nice lady told me about Mapquest, but it did not help much when I typed in “green neighborhoods.” So Meerah has been a little frustrated trying to find these wonderful places where the people will welcome me going through their trash.
If you would like Meerah to visit your neighborhood and go through your trash, please send specific directions! (The nice lady tries, but she is not much help with this problem. I almost think she does not want Meerah to find these fantastic places.)
Meerah has also been busy typing more of her wisdom. The nice lady asked to see some chapters for Meerah’s book. I asked her why she should get to read them before everyone else? Perhaps she does not wish to pay? The nice lady started to breathe heavily when I asked her these things. I was worried that her health problem had returned, so I hung up quickly to give her time to sit down before she died.
Happily, she did not die. She called back quickly to explain to Meerah why she wanted to see the chapters for Meerah’s book. I told her it was not necessary to explain because I understand. If you are going to die soon, why would you want to pay for books, even books as full of wisdom as Meerah’s? After this, I could hear the lady counting softly. I did not hang up because suddenly, it all made sense to Meerah. The nice lady is not dying – her brain is disturbed. I told her I would find her a goat and hung up.
Much later, the nice lady called again. This time she spoke very fast and told Meerah about editors and publishers and the many things that must happen before a book gets to the store with a sticker on it for $19.95. Meerah did not understand much of what she said, but I stayed on the phone. I did not want to make her more disturbed.
So Meerah has been typing. And e-mailing. And talking on the phone with the nice lady. The nice lady has many suggestions for how Meerah should type her wisdom. I asked her many times if she has considered writing her own book. (This is not a possibility, I know, because her brain is disturbed, but it might give her something to do.) She always says, no, she is happy helping Meerah.
I need to find her a goat . . . soon.
