Another Excuse to Play

My writer is a basketcase. As usual. She's planning a Tupperware/Christmas party. Sometimes I think she ENJOYS being stressed out. Like she does it on purpose.
It's her intention to serve food and alcohol, display and demonstrate a few Tupperware products, and keep her guests entertained. She's going to need a lot more beer.
Why does she do it? Even she isn't sure. Personally, I think she's a glutton for punishment. Not to mention she'll use any reason for a party. You humans will employ any excuse for silliness and debauchery. I'm in!

This planet is disgusting!

My writer is cleaning the house again, top to bottom. Didn't she do this in the spring? I remember, she called it Spring cleaning. Everything was taken off the walls, and those walls were washed. Then she cleans all the pictures and puts them back. She launders all the linens, steams the rugs, and dusts in nooks and crannies no one can even fit into. Now she's doing it again.
She tells me everything gets dirty in a house, whether you can fit into the crannies or not. Why? I asked.
Because of dust, hair, skin cells,etc. But she only has one cat, how much mess can one white feline make? No, she tells me. Dirt comes from outside and dust is in the air. Humans lose hair and skin cells every day.
EEEeeeewww! You mean to tell me EVERYTHING sheds?!

Hallo-eek!

Ooh. My second Halloween. And I still can't get over how your species has evolved! A mere one hundred years ago your kind spent this time cowering in your hovels expecting to be devoured by denizens of Hell.
Now you deliberately decorate, party, and wear costumes. You even send your miniatures out to ask for candy.
This year I got into it. I disfigured a pumpkin and put out lanterns. I donned a new persona and greeted the wee ones as they flocked to the door. I rather enjoyed it.
But I can't help but notice...You're still handing out food. I think you humans have holidays just so you can indulge in sugar. Not that I blame you. Good thing your kind invented 'the workout'.

Fall of a Season

I love this time of year! It's not too hot or too cold. The loud and pesky miniatures go back to school and Christmas is coming. But most of all, I love the changing of the leaves.
Only the Energy could paint the landscape of an entire country like a tapestry of fireworks that are a pleasing to the eye as joy to the heart. Like a cornucopia of visual pleasure...
Too bad he made the following season black and white. That way we'd appreciate it so much more when spring returns with another explosion of color.
That's the Energy for you, always looking out for our best interests and personal growth. Personally, I suspect It thinks that's funny. I told you the Energy has a strange sense of humor.

I Get By With a Little Help

I've been on this planet for some time now, and you humans have truly grown on me. Of course there are a select few of you I appreciate more than others. I have noticed a tendency to cluster in groups with these particular people. They are the ones who share the same interests and values as I do. The ones I tell my innermost secrets with, all my troubles and triumphs. Strangely enough, these are the same mortals that seem to make special occasions and holidays better. More fun, somehow. It's as though these people add a little extra seasoning to everyday life, to make it more palatable.
What do you call them again? Oh yes...friends.
I've yet to decide if I prefer quality or quantity. Can I have both?

Germ of an idea

For the second time since I've been on your planet, I'm sick. Not just a few snuffles, either. I mean questionable tummy problems, and ribs that ache from endless hacking and coughing.
I had wanted to write about Thanksgiving-that holiday you people have where you thank the Energy by stuffing your faces full of turkey and pie.
I would have loved to do that, but everyone at our table was recovering from a cold/flu including us, and we all got it back with a vengence.
Why would the Energy invent the germ? Do germs have souls? What kind of personality would you have to have in order to survive by making your host sick? Are there tiny little purgatories of not-very-nice souls who live short little lives for a few days duration at a time...?
Oh dear...maybe it's time to lay off the Benylin.

Ghostwalking for answers

I attended my first paranormal retreat. My human writer goes to Edmonton Paranormal Investigative Center meetings and writes for their newsletter. EPIC arranged for a little get together outside Stony Plain, Alberta.
It was great fun! Normally walks in the dark forest and sitting silently in a black room wouldn't tickle my fancy, but it's much different when you are searching for the deceased.
Why do some human souls stay behind? What are they afraid of? Why cling on to the old life when a new one awaits?
I think they are frightened of the Energy or maybe ashamed of the things they did with this life. The Energy knows humans aren't perfect. Do they think It will punish them for the way they were created?
Isn't it strange how the greatest mystery of life is what happens after death? The only way to figure it out is to stop living. All humans find the answer when they die, but can't tell the living what they learned.
What a great cosmic joke. The Energy has a weird sense of humor.