This is a story about a friend of mine and the word ‘grin’. We were watching a clip from the electric company in which a man sang a song about grinning. When you are happy, grin! When you feel good, grin! Along those lines. So my friend says, “Why do they always make grin about being happy. It can mean you’re sad too.”
I look at him quizzically and say, “No it can’t. What are you talking about?”
He says, “Sometimes it means you made a frown, right?”
I say, “Uh no a grin is a smile.”
“Or it can be a frown,” he says.
“No,” I say, “Look it up.”
He does and I’m right. I ask, “What made you think it meant you were sad?”
He says, “I don’t know. I just thought it did.”
I say, “You went your whole life until now thinking grin meant happy or sad?”
He says, “Shut up.”
Guts were in my yard. Also fur like from a squirrel. What eats squirrels that was in my yard? Should I be scared?
And speaking of eating wild animals,
A weird thing has happened to me twice now. I saw a wild animal 50 yards away and thought, “Ooh, I need to eat that.” The first time it happened in my yard. A turkey was ambling along near the woods and I had this strong urge to find a gun or bow and arrow to shoot it for supper. Second time was as I was driving I caught sight of a deer in the grass median. This time I thought, “Oh I would so love to taste that.” Dan asked me if I felt the same way about cows and pigs at the farm but I really don’t. I think part of it is the thrill of the chase/ me conquering something wild. Anyway I think it also tells me that I could never be a vegetarian. Meat is really good. And carrots are too easy to track.