Some say life’s a path winding through a forest of endless possibilities. Well…we’ll see. In the meantime, Crazy Man and the dog, Sidestepper, will be following that path through the deep dark scary woods every Tuesday and Thursday in a twice weekly saga of their journey.
And who are Crazy Man and the dog, Sidestepper?
I’m not sure. I’m still learning.
Crazy Man was under his bed with an empty bottle of wine for a long time before he decided to look into “this outside thing.” His body exists in one dimension and his mind in another and he’s never been sure which is which. Once on the path, the past begins to slip away and he can’t remember if he has a kitchen or not. Or a garage.
The dog, Sidestepper, is looking for the mother who abandoned him when he was a puppy, causing his body to stay the same size and his legs to grow into long skinny stilts that make him look strangely like an egret nest perched on top of power lines. But don’t think about that…you’ll dream. It won’t be nice.
And he walks sideways. Always.
After a short confrontational greeting during which Crazy Man assures the dog, Sidestepper, that he’s not his mother, the two decide to travel together down the path of adventure and new meanings through the deep dark scary woods.
What awaits them will change their already weird lives into…well…something weirder. You’re welcome to join them on their journey every Tuesday and Thursday but, be warned, nothing good can come of this.
(BTW, you may be wondering why there’s a picture of a bird at the top of this post. I’m wondering about that too.)
Shit. The dog’s dead. How did that happen? What’s Crazy Man going to do without his weird sidekick. Let’s give him a breather. Let’s give him a day to grieve or just get his head around this nasty surprise on the path of adventure and new meanings.
On the bright side, your clicking finger gets to rest today. No clicks. Just sorrow, regret, great personal anguish. But without the click. This might be a good time to crack open a beer or pour a glass of wine. I have wine. Wine heals the ill-tempered heart.
We’ll barge in on Crazy Man’s great personal anguish tomorrow. It’s Friday. Things are always better on Friday.
Let’s check out a few photos from past adventures. I’m sure that Crazy Man will be thinking about these times with the dog, Sidestepper.
Tune in tomorrow to share Crazy Man’s misery. As pretty much usual.