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“Fine, but if and when the zombies team up with the mummies to take over the world, you can’t live in my underground bunker.”

June 24, 2017

The air is damp and chilly. The day is so dark that Gracie’s lights came on when she was in the backyard. There is a constant breeze which sometimes blows hard enough to be a wind. It is not an inviting day. The birds sang earlier, but they are gone now. Everything is quiet. Gracie is in her crate sleeping. Maddie is standing under the table lamp getting warm. Her fur is hot to the touch. Animals know how to tbe comfortable.

I have to get more dog food so I’ll be going out later. Other than that, my dance card is empty. I did my laundry yesterday, a huge accomplishment for me as I usually leave it in the hall long enough for the dirty clothes to double in number. I do admit, though, that the clean clothes didn’t make it upstairs yet. They’re on a living room chair. They’ll go up today, maybe.

I fell asleep early last night. The TV and all the lights were left on until about 1:30 when I woke up. I then took Gracie out to pee. I couldn’t even see the house next door in the deep darkness.

Oops, my lights just went out for a minute, long enough that I have to reset appliances and my cable box has to reboot. It has also started raining. At first it was a mist, but it’s now a heavy rain. I can hear it against the windows, and I can see a sheet of rain falling off the eaves outside my den window. The day has become even less inviting.

Last night I made a divine supper sandwich. I toasted English muffins, slathered them with guacamole and then added tomatoes, bacon, and eggs. Every bite was delicious though a bit messy. I blame that on the eggs.

I wonder how much longer the zombie fad will last. It took a while for the undead to take over from vampires, but they did, big time. I’m figuring animals, as in The Zoo, are the next threat to humanity’s survival, but, if that doesn’t work, we can always go back to hostile aliens. They never go out of style.

 

“This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.”

January 31, 2016

I can’t take it any more. I can’t take another political ad. It must be torture to live in Iowa right now. Yesterday as I watched my eighth or ninth ad, I wondered what we ought to call a group of politicians. Some of my favorite collective names are a murder of crows, a maelstrom of salamanders and a nest of vipers, all perfectly fitting politicians. I was leaning toward a nest of politicians figuring the vipers wouldn’t mind, they might even be honored, but then I found the perfect collective: an intrusion of politicians, borrowed from the cockroaches. That one fit all around. I also have a second choice just in case: a deceit as in a deceit of lapwings. Feel free to use either one.

It may reach 60˚ tomorrow and feel more like spring than winter. Today is already in the 50’s. We’re having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave is falling unbidden from the lips.

Zombies have trouble sitting upright. I just saw one try to get out of her coffin. I’m watching a 1943 black and white movie called Revenge of the Zombies. The evil doctor is really a German who is providing his services to Nazis. He has volunteered to provide an army which can’t be killed as they’re dead already. The Nazi is a caricature, a heel clicker. The setting is Louisiana. I never thought of it as a hotbed of spies, but I guess a zombie army was too good for any Nazi to pass up. The zombies are turned by some sort of swamp mud. The antidote is coffee though I don’t know if you can add cream and sugar. The movie is terrible so I like it. My favorite character is played by Mantan Moreland as Jeff, the driver for Scott and Larry, two of the main characters. Moreland was also the driver for Charlie Chan. Moreland sees dead bodies which are always gone by the time he gets Scott or Larry to check so they think he’s crazy and seeing things. Borland is wonderful and funny and plays up his part perfectly, “”Well, I’m sure there’s a logical scientific explanation for the proliferation of supposedly paranormal activity in this sector — er, I mean, lady they’s boogedy-boogs in the bushes!” I’ve learned Zombies walk slowly, speak in almost an echo and come when called. Good to know stuff.

“I love zombies. If any monster could Riverdance, it would be zombies.”

April 1, 2014

This has been a busy morning. First was a follow-up doctor’s appointment in Hyannis then the optometrist in South Yarmouth to get my glasses fixed. The easy part was putting them back together. The difficult part was trying to straighten out the ear pieces. They were all bent from my fall into the roots. All went well. Next was getting the dog license and paying my car excise tax, both at the Dennis town hall. Last was a stop for bread, some fruit and a cupcake. It was there I dropped the new dog license and it disappeared. Three people looked and it was nowhere to be found. We figured it bounced onto shelf or was somehow transported to a parallel world.

The sun was out for five minutes. My glasses even tinted, but it clouded up again. I am the little girl in Ray Bradbury’s All Summer in a Day. The clouds are on their fourth day. Today is cold, in the high 30’s.

Zombies have taken over. Vampires are passé. Zombies are far uglier and fairly difficult to kill though they are already dead. Usually a bullet to the head or lopping off the head means a permanent end to the zombie. Today I watched Detention of the Dead. High schoolers in detention have to fight ravenous zombies who have taken over their school. It was actually funny, sort of a zombie ridden Breakfast Club.

Aliens and monsters have a heyday then disappear. No more are we attacked by creatures like the giant ants created by the nuclear blasts of the fifties. Tokyo is no longer a fun target for Godzilla and his kin. The space station doesn’t attract aliens the way a mission to Mars did. We have become unimaginative. Zombies are just too easy. Rip a bit of flesh, walk stiffly and have blood dripping. Where’s the creativity in that?