pig

This is a pig. It’s a pig in my house. I don’t remember where I acquired it.

I can’t tell what gender this pig is. I can’t tell and I don’t care and honestly, I am tired of gender. Don’t care.

So how about a language change. Instead of he/she has the balls/ovaries to get it done, I am going to say he/she has the genitals to get it done.

Because, see, I don’t care which kind of genitals they got, as long as they can get it done.

So there, gender warriors, I got the genitals to change my language.

Peace out.

Bad Pig

This is Bad Pig. She is helping with the computer.

Bad Pig was born, or made, in 1982 or 1983. I made her in college. She is constructed of a coat hanger, a cardboard tube and some stuffing and then I found fabric to cover her. I used post earrings for eyes, because that is what I had on hand. They are rather nice earrings. Her tail curls around so that she can sit on your shoulder like Anne McCaffrey’s fire lizards. I made her for a convention of some sort. Fantasy, I think.

Anyhow, I gave Bad Pig to my sister Chris. She was not named Bad Pig at that time. I don’t know what Chris named her. But she continued with Chris through multiple moves. When my sister was in hospice, I asked if I could take Bad Pig back home with me. Chris said yes. Later Chris asked me to keep the bad pigs from harming anyone else. I was not exactly sure what she meant, but I said yes.

On the way home, I named the dragon Bad Pig and explained that I didn’t want her to harm anyone. Let the past be the past and bygones be bygones. I am not sure exactly what the details of Bad Pigdom were, but it’s the future I am concerned with.

Bad Pig has been in the living room on the book shelf since coming back to Washington. Currently she is helping out with the computer. I tell her when the computer is considering being unhelpful and Bad Pig then considers breathing fire on it. However, the computer straightens up at that point, so she doesn’t have to.

My sister was born in the Chinese year of the dragon. In hospice she said, “How will I find you?”

I said, “You are a dragon. You are letting me take the dragon I made you home. You will be able to fly. All you have to do is find the dragon and you will find me.”

So it is very comforting to have her so close.

pig in blankets

For mindlovesmisery’s Heeding Haiku catch reality: With a nasty cold, I have to be off from work for long enough that I won’t cough talking and get pneumonia again. But the work piles up…

pig in blankets

virus swollen drain
balance, rest while paper piles
return to work soon

You noticed the pig in the blankets..but did you notice the other?

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Miss Boa likes the blankets. A purring comfort for me.