A Portrait of the Artist as Oscar the Grouch
People whom I've encouraged here in cyberspace might not easily imagine it, but often when _wind_spirit_ and I are alone, I act all gloom and doom while she's all sweetness and light. It's what Eric Berne called a pastime. It keeps us entertained, and today we manufactured a conversation that seems worth sharing.
We're in the process of getting back in shape for high-altitude summer hiking, and today was the first time we went all the way to the top of one of the ridges in the Spring Mountains, about ten thousand feet above sea level. On the way up, _wind_spirit_ kept predicting that we'd make it to the top, and I kept wailing, "We're doomed!"
When there were about fifty yards of trail left to go, _wind_spirit_ said, "I can see the top!"
"We might not make it as far as we can see."
"There's someone up there."
"That's terrbile!"
"They might be saying that about us."
"Yeah! Nice to meet people like that!"
We're in the process of getting back in shape for high-altitude summer hiking, and today was the first time we went all the way to the top of one of the ridges in the Spring Mountains, about ten thousand feet above sea level. On the way up, _wind_spirit_ kept predicting that we'd make it to the top, and I kept wailing, "We're doomed!"
When there were about fifty yards of trail left to go, _wind_spirit_ said, "I can see the top!"
"We might not make it as far as we can see."
"There's someone up there."
"That's terrbile!"
"They might be saying that about us."
"Yeah! Nice to meet people like that!"