Saturday, October 25, 2008
... So Go The Wordzzles of Our Lives
Before we get to Wordzzle – I had my big fat miserable ugly crappy sucky trashy cast removed Thursday. My leg and ankle look sooooo slender. I’m contemplating a full body cast. My skin is so raw it is flaking off!! It’s a DNA festival round here.
As usual there’s a whole long tale of woe and oh but I’ll cut to the chase. Ankle is better but is not fully healed. Other ankle shows signs of tendon weakness as well. Going to try physical therapy and consult with super duper big head smart ass orthopedic dude.
One more order of business – I put up a new ‘Tales of Two Kitties’ slideshow at THE PHOTO BLOG. It’s mostly Mia but please don’t tell Siren.
And now without further interruptions … It’s Time to Wordzzle
Man bites dog
Panorama Pendegrass came to the mall nearly every day. She parked at the far end of the lot and took her time walking along the landscaped paths to the entrance. She enjoyed the sound of her feet swishing through the dry leaves. A sudden gust of wind created a shower of falling leaves. Panorama stood still and watched the colors land around her. The mall was quite opulent; the décor was meticulous, with smoky quartz fixtures and marble corridors. The preponderance of trendy upscale boutique shops attracted a clientele of rich bored women, especially during the day.
Panorama made her way down the main corridor. She wasn’t in a hurry but her steps definitely had purpose. She paused for a moment at ‘Disparaging Denim’ – subtle strains of new age music filtered out the door and mountains of jeweled jeans filled the walls. Next door at ‘Lipstick Stain’ several young women were getting makeovers. Their chatter battled with the music for control of the corridor air. Panorama moved on – she turned the corner on to a smaller less trafficked corridor. The old style newsstand caught her eye – ‘Man Bites Dog’ - screamed a tabloid headline. Right above that was a photo of Dina Lohan. “Hmmmm” Panorama mumbled. “Wonder if she’s the man or the dog?”
Panorama had arrived at her destination. She stood in front of the Build-A-Bear workshop staring at the bear in the window. Cathy Bear was wearing a gingham shirt under pink overalls; a glittery purple scarf was attached to her pocket with a small shiny clothes pin. Her sneakers were also purple, tied with silver laces. She was a sweet bear – both fragile and sturdy – very girly but with an aura of purpose and importance.
And she was identical to the bear Finola had cherished as a little girl.
Pickles Panorama Pendegrass tightened her seat belt and took a deep breath. Her skin was in dire need of moisturizing but they would be in Chicago soon, a trip to the bathroom during landing was not only forbidden but would most likely cause her to take a head first flip-flop into the lap of the gentleman in 16e. He was wearing a McCain/Palin cap; for Pickles that alone was enough reason to keep him at a distance. Besides she needed to be in tip-top shape, no sudden flip-flop injuries for her, she was off to find her granddaughter Finola.
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