Hot Diggity and So On

By cracky, you should see the fish tank! I scooted out to the best fish place in the world, called The Fish Place which is in North Tonawanda, New York. There is no South Tonawanda, we didn't want to push our luck with using up all the vowels in our allotment. Anyfishpoo, I scored plastic plants that are now waving hello to me from the aquatic tank next to the television. No, really, they move from the powerhead, a device made to add air and current to the water so the fish sort of think they are in their own real world. Like I have a car, they have a powerhead. And this is a bonus, I now own two bunches of plastic stuff that look like aqua chives but they glow in the dark. This will be verified later tonight, you betcha.

I haven't a clue what they use these days to pull that off, but when I was little and had a dollhouse, a couple of the lamps would glow green from the uranium dioxide those 1950 toy manufacturers tossed into the lampshades. The enchantment began early with things that weren't supposed to happen, like light coming from a non-electrical source. Not counting fire, which was also used willy-nilly to illuminate things that had no business being lit. For example, candles on Christmas trees, which disappeared as soon as Edison figured out how to put light bulbs that could give you a third degree burn on a rubberized cord. Remember the smell? Nothing like the odor of searing electric bulbs on flammable pine, mixed with the bitter smell of hot, foil icicles. Mom was frightened to death of most things, but turning the tree on without my father at home was beyond her horizon. Go play with your uranium dollhouse lamp.

I'll let you know how the fish like the glow in the dark fake plants, they may think they are living in the Vegas of Fishville. No, honestly, they know they live with me. The plants were added for hiding places so the little fish can save themselves. The one surviving platy now has seven other platy friends, and a koi-colored angelfish. Yuh, I know, koi-colored is just la-dee-da for orange and black spots on white, but it is a pretty thing and reminds me of a favorite calico cat from years ago, bless her, our Lucy.

Sunday night; the invention worked wonderfully and the whistling vent on the CPAP mask was silenced. I have a few things to push around and deconstruct, piles of papers or maybe I should create some art. It is a cooler evening again, but the green is maybe two breaths away from exploding like a burst of gunpowder, a fireworks shot shaped like palm tree fronds all pink and yellow and of course, lovely green. Makes me want to go outside, get down on my knees and eat grass and tender shoots. No wonder cows are basically happy, and I don't even like salad but this is magnetic, this verdant pull towards earth. Bet the leeks are up.

Say, just feel the freshness and reassurance of returning buds and familiar beginnings. Welcome the night, and if you are double lucky, you might have something that glows in the dark, it may even just be a fond memory, a firefly of a wish held warm inside a heart, a hope, a dream that keeps you going. Sleep well, covers tucked, pillowed and brushed smooth. Night.