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.
