Open Thread - Thurs 30 Jun 2022 - An Epic Battle!
A Tale of Two Warriors and Their Final Battle
Something about Tuesdays recently... my Tuesday was screwed up again. Last week it was the internet going down, this week it was the electricity. Minor complaints, but yeesh, it's hard to get my little open thread post assembled without the computer!
We had very warm, for the PacNW, weather on Monday with 90+ highs in some places. It was high 80's here. Then the high pressure went away and the winds started coming in, first from the interior (and hot!) and then from the coast (and strong and cool). Temperature dropped over 20 degrees. We had winds as strong as we get in the gales of winter, but no rain. The winds knocked down some trees and took out our local power! Now, this is not horrible or anything, and it did mean I got more house cleaning (the by hand kind), napping, and reading done than usual, but no research and writing!
A few years ago I wrote this little story about a battle I witnessed while milking one of my goats. I was trying to make it sound 'Viking' or 'Heroic' or 'Medieval' or something. I dunno if I did that, but it's fun and funny, I hope!
It was hot. I was hungry. I had just fed the goats their grain and their evening hay. Miss Moonshadow gave me the look. ‘Yes, Yes, I’ll be in to milk you right away,’ I murmured to her. I collected the milking pail, the extra grain she got on the milking stand, the udder wipes for cleaning her. She jumped on the stand and soon I was into the rhythm of milking. Scoog, scoog, scoog... the sound of the milk hitting the bottom of the pail was soothing. It even drowned out the growling of my hungry stomach. I started to daydream, eyes drifting up and into the corner of the barn.
‘Ahahahahahah!’ said the 20 (or is it 40?) legged slithering Worm as it stepped daintily onto the silken field of battle. ‘You can’t get me! And if you do, it won’t matter, because I taste and smell like the bile from your very belly. You will spit me out and I will exhult over your remains!’
‘I’m not a human. I don’t care if you taste like bile, I shoot poison, from my own jaws, that is worse tasting than the stomach dredge from an underwater baleen carrier!’ shouted the 8 legged Scream-Inducer. ‘You... Are... MINE!’ And battle was joined.
The slithering Worm feigned, advancing with half his body and retreating with the other half. Scream-Inducer moved closer and struck rapidly, pulling Worm into his many, many, many handed clutches. Worm rolled up on a ball and spasms beat across his skin. Suddenly he burst forth, straight like an arrow, and pounded Scream-Inducer upon his head right between his hundred orbed eyeballs.
Scream-Inducer cried, ‘Arghhh… bargle!’ a sound which began with a low and very manly tone and ended high and very weak. He bit down with his powerful jaws and then scurried with his 8 legs back across his silken field, down into his silken drapped hidey-hole.
Worm quivered, raised his soft head, and whispered, ‘That’ll teach you,’ and took his 20 or 40 legs and his slack soft body to the edge of the shiny battlefield. He laid there, stretched a few times and began to move. ‘I can get out of here,’ he promised himself, but with each movement and each promise he weakened and stiffened. The Scream-Inducer’s battle poison was raging through him.
Scream-inducer carefully came out of his silken hidey hole and marched up to where the Worm lay frozen. ‘Told you. Poison. Idiot’. He pulled the paralyzed body of Worm into his soft matrix of silk and began to weave.
“I really need to clean that corner of the roof,” I thought to myself, making a face at the large spider who hovered over his caterpillar victim. “Oh well, maybe tomorrow.”
There has been a lot going on in the world last week which I've sort of ignored and sort of despaired over, all at the same time. The Roe vs. Wade and other Supreme Court decisions, while not unexpected, are so aggravating I want to scream. I've protested this crap before, I've fought for women's rights and abortion rights, I've fought against religions taking over. But it seems like it doesn't matter.
Just like marching and protesting against wars doesn't really matter. Remember the marches against the Iraq war (when Bush, Jr, was President), marches all over the world, perhaps the biggest in history? My husband and I spent days standing on the street corners in our little town, holding up signs with others, protesting. Just about everyone passing by agreed with us. Yea, those marches and protests did some good, didn't they? Maybe they did, but it sure isn't visible to me right now .
Oh well, life moves on, as always. What's on your mind today? Thanks for reading and here's the open thread!