My Person had an appointment with the acupuncturist that day at 11:30AM. No one was there when we showed up. Still agitated we waited about 10 minutes before bolting.
Body: ÒMust go to the Beach for refuge.Ó
Brain: ÒBut IÕm sure heÕll be here soon. LetÕs just wait a few more minutes.Ó
Body: ÒAll those needles were useless when confronted with a night of waiting tables at the Cask. The Royal Jelly did nothing when faced with the tension of two jobs with totally different menus and styles of service. I crave peace & quiet.Ó
Brain: ÒWhat about our responsibility to the appointment?Ó
Body: ÒWhat about it? We need to rest and recuperate after last nightÕs battle. We need to recharge our cells in preparation for the coming battle at the Cask this weekend.Ó
Brain: ÒBut what about the Wife? We must let her know where we are. SheÕll probably be worried,Ó
Body: ÒHey, IÕm fading fast. I just have enough energy to get to the Ocean. ThatÕs all. No vitality for anything else. Must rest now, or else.Ó
Brain: ÒAll right. All right. But sheÕll be mad – because she's confused & worried.Ó
Body: ÒLet her deal with it. IÕm fading fast. We need to flee this realm of suffering before we collapse in a heap.Ó
Brain: ÒOK. OK. Have it your way.Ó
My Person stumbled down to the cliffs and white sands of Cemetery Beach. Not dressed for the occasion Brain put up some feeble objections.
ÒWhat's the Wife going to think about al this sand in our clothes?Ó
Body: ÒWife, shmife! The Sand is calling me. We must fall into it – Wallow in it,
Brain: ÒAt least shed your clothes. Minimize the damage – a show of respect.Ó
Body: ÒFine. Now throw yourself into the Sand in mad passionate embrace. Ah! Sink our fingers into the million grains of heated particles. Umm! Soak up the solar rays. Heaven!Ó
Brain: ÒWhat about skin cancer?Ó
Skin: ÒCanÕt someone shut him up?Ó
Body: ÒSnuggle into the warm body of Mother Earth. Listen to the soothing sounds of waves crashing on the shore. Smell the fragrance of the salt air. Nourish yourself on the solar rays – the ozone from the splashing water. Take a deep breath of the ocean air. Ah! Losing consciousness. Heading into a deep sleep – At last. Zzzzz.Ó
Of course the Wife was disturbed when we returned home, but she got over it. Of course the Lagoon was disappointed that we werenÕt going to work for them, but they got over it. Of course the Cask was bewildered by our abrupt turnabout. Yet some of the Staff were even joyous that we were remaining without a foot out the door. And although they might have thought us a bit weird, it added character to our relationship that made my Person even more appealing in his vulnerability. So despite BrainÕs protestations and fears everything turned out just fine – at least for the time being.