one hour, fifty seven minutes and fourteen seconds

Right after I posted about being awake, I tried to close my eyes and go to sleep. When the phone rang. It did not just ring, it sung a very special good friend song. It was dicotomygrrl calling me to say she saw I was awake and figured since she had not gone to bed yet it would be a good time to call. It was, we talked for as long as we could. I miss her a lot, she was one of the people I looked forward to spending more time with when I returned home to Boston, and then she went and returned to her home of Washington state.

We talked about her trip, and what she wanted to get done, and who she wanted to see. Then we started talking about other stuff, like my dream, Arisia, comics, , photos of where she lives (for my photo collection of course) the weather and on and on and on. Yes even the weather, because we did not want to stop talking. It was like having a sleepover without the person being in the same room. We would STILL be on the phone if not for Byron deciding at 6am that he needed to go for a walk.

I miss you so much my friend. I really do.

The snow outside is not deep, but it's March snow, sticky. Less like snow and more like glue. It sticks to everything, and takes a long time to melt. More rain than snow, but frozen all the same. As I walked my mind wandered as it tends to do, and a poem came out of our wintry walk.

So I give you

Byron's Lament

What would you do,
If you had to find a place to poo
Even the cat has a special place
to go when she needs some space.

The guinea pig and bunny too
Well, really now, they just poo.
Fidget will just never stops,
he simply pauses, and then plops.

Humans have a special loo
especially for number two
Doggies just don't find it fair
we never let them go in there.

Each time they have to find a place
Another pee, another space.
Following his nose he marches on,
searching for a place he has not gone.

Never once will he explain
the places that he does disdain.
As he searches high and low.
For just the right spot,
on which to go.

Remember how back on Feb 9th I made a post about the places I had gone? Many people said they had photographs of the places I wanted pictures of, but I am not sure I made it clear that I wanted to see them. To have them emailed to me, so I could create, or more recreate the places I had once been. Since I don't have photographs of my vacations any longer, my choices are to forget ever seeing them again, or get you wonderful people to share your memories with me.

Let me know if you like the poem, and parents share it with you kids, see if they get it potty humor? I am going to try to close my eyes for a bit, and see if I can at least get in a nap before visiting my parents.