Jack London once said " You cannot wait for inspiration you must go after it with a club." Being shut indoors for months should have helped, instead I stared at a blank page waiting for something to happen.
" Mother nature wants to know what kind of disaster you want for next week. Scorching temperatures or forest fire smoke so thick you could smoke meat just leaving it outside for a few hours." Ben said with mock seriousness.
"That's a choice?" I said sardonically, a little irked at the interruption. Time for a shtick break as I leaned back in the chair.
"Ok, we had summer and don't need the heat to feed the fires. We are already used to wearing a mask so I guess I'll take door number two."
"Done."
Ben's commentary reminded me how was lucky I was to have him around. The tall, slight tree was smart, easy going, and better company than most humans.
Since he got me out of Lane County Mental Health with helpful advice on how to convince the nitwit counselors I was ready for the real world, it was only fair I return the favor. I contacted a friend who did plant maintenance and she retrieved him on her next service call. He didn't seem to miss any of his flora buddies and my house plants were thrilled with a new addition to trade gossip.
"I recommend we best stay inside until the air isn't chunky style." he said with a comical drawl. I had to smile cause he is a pretty good wit too.
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