I didn’t accept it until today. Big Guy and Grams had recognized the reality a while ago, but I was in my usual state of denial. Yes, mes amis, I must admit that it is autumn. It’s been so foggy the past few mornings that I can’t see to the end of the block. It clears up around noon, but then comes rolling back in around 2 or 3 p.m.
Now, I am an equatorial being: the further I’m from the equator, the less comfortable I am. And, I do suffer to live here in Santa Tourista. People think that life here is easy and sunny all-year ‘round. But, no, most of the year it’s foggy, foggy, foggy. Did you ever see the movie, “The Fog”? Well, I did, and it was scary. I just know that there’s something out there in the fog waiting to get me. It makes me queasy behind the kneesies. To make it worse, Grams sleeps with the window open year 'round. Even though she's down the hall from me, I have to pull my duvet over my head to stay warm. In the morning, if I peek out my window and can’t see the mountains, I crawl back under my covers.
This tactic usually spares me from the morning bike ride with Grams. Maniac that she is, she’ll head off into the fog and go to work (I’d call in sick, if I were her). She called us when she got to the library yesterday, and she said that her glasses were covered with a foggy mist. Get this: she was laughing when she said this. I practically choked on my morning banana. Big Guy just shook his head.
So, in the afternoon as I was peering out the upstairs balcony window, I heard Grams call my name. I bopped downstairs and there she was with a package. “This is for you, Gweeds!” Ooooh, what could it be? I ripped it opened (I’ve never been one to genteelly open presents. Rip it open, I say). Inside there were 2 books for me. These are new versions of the legend of the Monkey King. Yes, I know that I have many versions, but these are picture books.
One was the beginning of the fable and the other was the wonderful story of how the Monkey King wreaked havoc in Jade Heaven. Best of all, the drawings are based on a Chinese film that we had seen. I was holding two little rays of sunshine in my hands.
Why is it that Grams always knows what will cheer me up? Well, it may have something to do with my annual autumnal depression. One year she got me a sun lamp. It’s best that we don’t discuss that one. Anyway, here I am sitting in the rocking chair in my bedroom. I know that beyond the curtains, there is fog out there, but I don’t care: the Monkey King is eating all the peaches of immortality in Jade Heaven and I’m definitely in my happy place.
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