Meerah Blogs

Meerah is taking a break.  The nice lady and I decided to stop work on Meerah’s book for a little while because we were having too many disagreements.  So now I have much time to do some other things I enjoy.  I have been visiting other neighborhoods on their trash days.  And I am beginning to really like these things called garage sales.  I became much more excited about them once I realized I did not have to buy a whole garage.  The name is very foolish.  Meerah cannot be the only one who was confused by it.

Also, the nice lady invited Meerah to come with her to her daughter’s swimming lessons.  This sounded like fun to Meerah, so I asked which ponds had flooded.  The nice lady became very upset by this question and told Meerah that question was very insensitive.  It has been a very wet spring and Meerah thought the question was appropriate.  In case of a flood, it is a good idea to know how to swim.  The nice lady just said she would drive Meerah to the lessons and hung up.  So there was no chance to complete the discussion about ponds, floods and swimming.  I am thinking about whether I should be upset with the nice lady or not. 

I decided not to be upset with the nice lady because I remembered her brain is disturbed.  Instead, I was very excited when the nice lady came to pick me up.  When we reached the place for the lessons, Meerah discovered it was not a pond at all, but a pool.  This seemed very good to Meerah because ponds can be very unpredictable.  Sometimes they are full.  Sometimes not.  Sometimes they are flooded.  Sometimes not.  Oh, the nice lady told me to stop talking about floods at the swimming lessons.  She said I was making the parents nervous.  Pfffpt.  What foolishness is this?  But, Meerah is full of sensitivity, so I stopped.

The lessons were very interesting.  Many, many children had come to learn, and there were many teachers there to share their swimming wisdom with those children.  Sadly, Meerah discovered that there was much swimming wisdom the teachers were not sharing with the children.  What foolishness is this?  Not to worry though.  Out of a heart full of sensitivity and kindness, Meerah decided to share her swimming wisdom with all those at the lessons. 

Those at the swimming lessons were not ready for Meerah’s wisdom though.  The nice lady told Meerah to be quiet in her loud voice, and Meerah is not invited back to swimming lessons until the celebration day. 

So here is what Meerah learned at swimming lessons.  Do not say these things:

1.  Why are you bouncing up and down in the water?  You are not a fish.  Stay on top of the water where the air is.

2.  Don’t worry so much about learning to dive.  It is more important to know how to get out of the water than how to get in.

3.  Pay attention to your teachers.  Learn quickly.  The flood is coming!

So this is what I learned.  Swimming lessons were fun.  I hope the celebration day comes soon.  The nice lady would not tell me when it was. 

So now I am back.  It has been a long time since Meerah last typed on this blog.  Many things have happened to keep me busy. 

First we talk about trash.  Just a little bit, then I move on.  Some of my neighbors have decided it is OK for Meerah to go through their trash.  Apparently I am not “creepy” or “scary” anymore – now I am recycling.  I had no idea.  The nice lady said my neigbors are catching up with the times and being more “earth friendly.”  I say the goat-milk, blueberry muffins are working.  They are very good.  Everyone asks what makes them so delicious, but Meerah never tells.  (OK, I will tell here, but don’t let anyone else know.  I add a teeny-tiny bit of powdered hoof, goat works best.  There are special spices too, but the old lady at the market growls when you ask what is in the bag.)

Now, we talk about Meerah’s book.  It is not going well. 

Next, we talk about goats.  Meerah is still searching for the perfect one, but I have learned to be content in the meantime with goat’s milk and other products I can find in the markets.  I bought a nice rug at Wal-mart that I am sure has some goat hair in it.  The contents list did not say goat hair specifically, but Meerah can tell it’s in there. 

So, we move on to other things now . . . What?  You wish to know more about Meerah’s book?  No, I am sorry.  It is just too painful.  We will talk about something else.  There are many things for Meerah to share . . . Still, you wish to know about the book?  All right.  Such concern and dedication, Meerah cannot refuse.

My book is not dead yet, but I think the nice lady is trying to kill it.  Meerah types and sends an e-mail to the nice lady.  The nice lady types many changes over Meerah’s work and sends an e-mail back.  Meerah calls the nice lady and says, “Pfffpt!”  The nice lady says her changes are good.  Meerah types some more and sends another e-mail, this time putting pfffpt in the subject line.  The nice lady makes more changes and sends the e-mail back.  Meerah refuses to type any more messages to the nice lady, so the nice lady calls.  At this point, the phone calls fly back and forth.  They usually end with a discussion of the nice lady’s health and the disordered state of her brain.  The last time this happened, the nice lady yelled, “Pfffpt!” and hung up on Meerah. 

That was very rude, but Meerah is full of forgiveness as well as wisdom.  So we are speaking again, but not e-mailing.  (I think the spider who lives in the world-wide-web infects those e-mails and causes our disagreements.  I do not know if there is a spider who lives in the phone, but I would not be surprised.)  Also, we have decided not to work on Meerah’s book for a little while.  It is for the best.  Meerah is still a little concerned about the nice lady’s brain.