My Fugly Possum

A possom messed up my mojo yesterday. There I was, giving the pool and patio some love, ready to clean up and there he was, shacking up, being ugly, and dying. CRAP! Why now? Fugly, creepy, tail of a rat, and face only a mother could love, the saddest looking marsupial of all, why are you dying in my side yard, wtf?!  Who am I gonna call? Really? Now? (Ghostbusters and Maroone come to mind).

In the morning, he appeared to be playing possum, until my neighbor poked him and then he closed his mouth. By late afternoon, the flies started swirling, and then I knew, he was no longer playing possum, he was dead. How am I going to clean up the patio with a dead or dying varmint? I almost vomited on that idea and omitted it. I'm going to have to hire someone.

Pool love requires manual labor. Pool love isn't going to be free because I don't do possums. Snakes, now snakes, I can do. Snakes want to get away from you as much as you want to get away from snakes. But pissed off possums, they may fight back; it crossed my mind he could be a 'she' in labor. Anything is possible in my mind. All this disturbs my mojo. I'm starting to wonder how long I care to tend and mend this home, and its yard, and its pool, and its insatiable desires.  I have desires all my own. And they don't involve fugly (that's fucking ugly, in case you were wondering) possums. Marsupials that are warm and fuzzy, like kangaroos or koalas, sure, but possums, are not on my list of desires.

I wonder if I can find a bighearted handyman, named Manuel Labor. Wouldn't that be fun? True story: I had a student once named Female. When I asked this youngster how she got the name she said her mother didn't know English (they were fresh out of Haiti) and she misunderstood the question on the birth registration form. So, in America, she's Female. LOL. I kid you not, all her school forms said Female. Plus, no one cared to ask, so they all just called her by that name. The lunch lady, the other teachers, even her classmates until I came along. I wish I remembered her name, but of course, I can't, because I suck with names, but she liked my class. She, that is, Female, always smiled when I pulled her out of class to come to her 'special' class. I have a picture of that class somewhere. I bet I'll remember her name if I can see her face. I'm great with faces. Never forget a face. I never do.

I also don't forget promises. I try to never make a promise I can't keep. It's hard to never make a promise you can't keep. I promised to love despite all else I see. I will not be deterred by a possum, just momentarily derailed. How am I to take care of everything without missing something? A rental property is looking practical given the times. Still, I cannot fathom the idea of moving right now. It's there in the back of my mind, but right now, I'm staying put, and cleaning up, and loving on my home like I promised myself when I started the year. Love above all else. Choose love above all else, in all things I do, and it will become a habit, above all else.

Nine Inch Nails - Down in it