Sunday, July 10, 2011

Ooh La La, Eh! continued... (act 1 scene 1)

I didn't realize this scene was so long until putting it into this blog.  Oh well...happy reading (to all three of you).  

ACT I – FRIDAY

Act 1 Scene 1

Frog lights go down as Main Lights come up on a city scene – Paris. There's a revolving door Upstage Centre and exits Stage Left and Stage Right.

SONG #1 - "Ooh La La" (Cast)
This song is a montage of our three female Canadian tourists' first few HOURS in Paris.  Music begins as Holly & Petra enter all bubbly and excited, then Temper trudges in.  They are all wheeling in suitcases. Note: Petra also has a big bag/purse that she keeps with her and Temper has a small purse.

HOLLY(sings)
Ooh la la! I can't believe that we're in Paris
I'm so excited that we're here

PETRA (sings)
Ooh la la! I can't believe that we're in Paris
Can you believe we're finally here

Three Porters enter and “check them in” by taking their suitcases and exiting.

HOLLY & PETRA (Sing)
After all the planning and fundraising nights
And then flying Halifax to here non-stop

PETRA (SINGS)
I can't wait to see the sights


HOLLY (Sings)
I can't wait to shop!

Three Parisians – all wearing berets - enter and show the girls the “sights”.

PARISIANS (sing)
Ooh la la! We'd like to welcome you to Paris
We hope that you enjoy your stay!
Ooh la la! With all the things to do in Paris
You're bound to have a lovely day

Wine, cheese, mustard and sweet perfume
Souvenirs for family and friends
Scarves, little adorable plastic Eiffel Towers
Paris is where the shopping never ends

Pierre & Jacques enter – setting up “Pierre’s CafĂ©” as they sing along with Parisians

PARISIANS, JACQUES & PIERRE (sing)
Ooh la la! We're so glad that you're in Paris

JACQUES (sings)
Yeah, you're free to spend your money here

PIERRE (sings)
Ooh la la! We're gratified that you're in Paris

JACQUES (SINGS)
(directly to Holly...Temper notices this, rolls her eyes and looks away) May I interest you in a beer?

PIERRE (spoken)
Wine Jacques! Wine!  What would (gestures to girls) our new American friends think if their first drink on French soil was....(disgusted) beer!

HOLLY
We're not Americans.  We're Canadians.  We love beer!

JACQUES
(getting closer to Holly, Temper rolls eyes, Pierre pours wine for Petra using a serving jug) I think I may love Canadians.

PIERRE
(raises glass in toast) Welcome to Gay Paree.

PETRA
Oh, we're not gay.

HOLLY
(nonchalantly) Speak for yourself

TEMPER
Holly you only date men...since when are you gay?

HOLLY
(shrugs) Ok, so maybe I'm not a Lesbian, but I can't promise I never will be.  Half the world is made up of women...why would I deprive myself of fifty percent of the available possibilities?

Pierre begins pouring wine for Holly

TEMPER
I....I....can’t think of an argument for that…it..uh...actually makes sense.  (smiles)

Pierre is so entranced with Holly that he continues pouring wine into her glass.... almost over-filling it - He catches himself just in time.

HOLLY
Anything is possible - even the possibility of something being impossible. (smiles a thank you at Pierre as Petra moves towards Holly’s wineglass)

PETRA
(takes Holly's very full glass of wine and pours most of it back in Pierre's serving jug) And extremes are bad for you.

HOLLY
(gestures to Pierre to fill her glass again, he does, but not quite so full) Yup.  Including extreme moderation.

JACQUES
(closes in on Holly again) So, you're NOT gay. (smiles)

Temper rolls her eyes and suddenly stands to continue Ooh La La song.

TEMPER (sings)
Oh my God! Why the hell am I in Paris?
How could I let them drag me here?

Holly & Petra (SING)
(Petra pulls Temper back down to sit) Ooh la la! In time we know that you'll love Paris

TEMPER (SINGS)
I'll never leave behind the fear
Of flying in that plane...(stands) Never again!

PETRA (sings)
But how will you get home?

TEMPER (spoken)
I'll take a boat (sits - Jacques is laughing at her, Temper punches him on arm).

PARISIANS & PIERRE (sing)
Ooh la la! It's time to have some fun in Paris
A story of romance starts here

Holly, Petra & Temper (sing)
Ooh la la! Three Canadians in Paris

TEMPER (SINGS)
Can someone pass me down that beer (Jacques passes her a beer)

PARISIANS & PIERRE (SING)
Music, wine and Art await you
The French museums are beckoning
The bridges and Eiffle Tower call to you

PIERRE (sings)
It's enough to make you want to sing

PARISIANS (SING)
Ooh la la! It's time to have some fun in Paris
A story of romance starts here

HOLLY, PETRA & TEMPER (SING)
Ooh la la I can't believe that we're

Holly (SINGS)
In Paris

PETRA (SINGS)
In Paris

Temper (SINGS)
In Paris

CAST (SINGS)
Ooh la la!

SONG ENDS


The Parisians exit waving & saying "au revoir" etc, as Pierre, Jacques and the girls stay on in the cafe. 

JACQUES
So you girls are from Canada? (moving in again on Holly).

TEMPER
Yes, we are (sarcastically) Eh.  (stands) And now it's time to go do some explori...

Petra, Holly, Pierre, and Jacques all protest to this statement - the next four lines are all spoken at the same time over top of each other....

PETRA
Oh! But I'm tired and I need to use the toilet and...

HOLLY
But this is a real bona fide Parisian cafe.  It's on my list…

PIERRE
Oh but my dear ladies you haven't finished your wine!

JACQUES
(teasing) Sorry. I didn't mean to make you so nervous.

TEMPER
(only hears Jacques and replies to him) You do not make me nervous (notices everyone else waiting for her decision) Fine. We can stay...but just a little longer AND (to Jacques) I'm gonna need another beer.

HOLLY
(to Petra) Hey, got any paper?

Petra points to her bag. During next few lines, Holly looks in it for paper...she ends up finding Temper's passport and takes that out instead... it's ok for audience to see this, but not essential.  Temper and Petra should NOT notice this.

Jacques passes Temper a beer

PIERRE
So, you are Canadians.  What brings you to our fair Paree?

TEMPER
Pushy friends (looks at girls)

PETRA
(in a German accent) Vee are taking zee break

HOLLY
A well-deserved break!

PIERRE
(to Holly) A.... break? (he breaks a piece of bread)

HOLLY
Some time off from working so hard.  (smiles up at Pierre) A vacation.

PIERRE
(mostly to Holly) Ah. And what do you do in Canada when not "taking a break"?

PETRA
(continues German accent) I am za Librarian, she (pointing to Temper) is a book editor, and Holly...

PIERRE
(interrupts) Ah...mademoiselle Holly.  Such a beautiful name (he kisses Holly’s hand, she giggles, Temper rolls eyes)

PETRA
(continues still in German accent) ... is za travel agent.  Zhee got us some very good deals on zee airfares.



PIERRE
(looks at Petra after finishing with Holly's hand) Mademoiselle, excuse, but you are Canadian non?  Perhaps German as well?

PETRA
(sheepishly, drops accent) Sorry, no, I do accents. Sometimes I don't even notice I'm doing it.

PIERRE
(puzzled) you do...accents?

PETRA
(to the other girls) Was I doing an accent?

HOLLY
Yup.

TEMPER
German.

PETRA
(shrugs) Sorry. Anyway, that's what we're taking a break from.

HOLLY
Well, those are our jobs, but together we sing!

PIERRE
Sing?

PETRA
Together we're the Blue Angels. We're an a'ccapella trio. (Holly whispers an idea to Petra and Petra excitedly stands up) Monsieur perhaps we can sing for you!


TEMPER
(dangerously) Petra Marie Outhouse SIT down. (looks at her, Petra sits) What do you think this is, a 3-Act Musical or something?

(All characters - stop for a second, glance at the audience, shrug, and then continue what they were doing)

HOLLY
But Temper...

TEMPER
But nothing.  You promised!

PETRA
Sorry Temper.  (back in accent but this time French and speaking to Pierre) Vee are so sorry, uh… uh… sorry I do not know Monsieur’s name (pauses looks at him for name)?

PIERRE
(bows) You may call me Pierre.

PETRA
(in French accent) Sorry Pierre, zere will be no singing today.  Perhapz another time.

JACQUES
Man! That's good!  If I didn't know it, I'd think you really were French.

TEMPER
(Stands & quickly drains beer) Isn't that nice...ok girls.  I really think it's time to...

Jacques turns to Temper who jumps a little in surprise at how close he is

JACQUES
So, I DO make you nervous.

TEMPER
No you don't. What are you talking about?  I'm not nervous.  I'm simply trying to save my friend from....

JACQUES
(closer) From?

TEMPER
A womanizing philanderer.  (turns her back on him, takes wallet out of purse and tries to pay Pierre) How much for the drinks?

JACQUES
Did you hear that Uncle Pete? I'm a womanizing philanderer.

PIERRE
It zis a pity.

TEMPER
(to Pierre)  He's your nephew?  Sorry... (embarrassed... indicates wallet to Pierre) How much?

JACQUES
Beer’s on me (Temper turns, Jacques is much closer than she expected...again.  They are eye to eye) and Wine's on him (gestures towards Pierre, then grins) To make up for my philanderizing.

TEMPER
Its "philandering".

JACQUES
Huh?


TEMPER
Not "philanderizing" (walks in front of Jacques towards other girls).

JACQUES
(to himself) Wow, tall!  (follows Temper)

TEMPER
(turns back to him sharply) What was that?

JACQUES
(non-plussed) I… uh… it’s just…. um…. you’re taller than I thought you’d…

TEMPER
And?

JACQUES
(recovers his composure and resumes teasing tone) Well, I'm usually able to tower over the women I'm trying to philanderize.  

Temper rolls eyes and urges Holly & Petra who both stand and make ready to leave

PIERRE
Jacques stop teasing. (to girls) Mademoiselles it was our pleasure. Perhaps you will visit again...

Pierre continues dialogue with Petra & Holly in background as Temper & Jacques converse

TEMPER
(to Jacques) Where are you from anyway?  You are obviously not French.

JACQUES
(in French accent) Actually mademoiselle, I am. (Temper looks unconvinced).  No, really.  (Temper is still unconvinced and Jacques drops French accent)... well, half French anyway, on my Father’s side.  And half American.  I was raised in the States.

TEMPER
Ah.  That explains it.

JACQUES
Don't tell me you're one of those stereo-typical Canadians who hate Americans stereo-typically.

TEMPER
Stereo-typically is not a word.  (Jacques remains silent, she starts to turn away) Never mind.

JACQUES
(teasing) No really, I'm hurt... I mean it's not America's fault that I bug you so much.

TEMPER
(turns back annoyed)  Oh.... (stamps foot) stop being such a baby!  (this really seems to surprise Jacques for some reason) Girls, let's go.

Pierre & Jacques begin to move Café pieces off stage left and girls move towards Revolving door

HOLLY
H'ordeaurves Pierre! (waves to Pierre)

TEMPER
(to confused Pierre) She means Au Revoir.  (pushes Holly through revolving door) Bye.

PETRA
Au Revoir!

Pierre & Jacques clear CafĂ© offstage and exit, girls “exit” through the revolving door – spinning around two or three times until they come back on stage and “enter” the streets of Paris.

HOLLY
(while still revolving calls out) See eh oh! 

Girls are back on stage now in the street

PETRA
What was that?

HOLLY
See eh oh!  Ok, so it's not French, but at least it's still European.

PETRA
See eh oh?  Sounds more...Asian to me.

HOLLY
It's Italian! Everyone uses...

TEMPER
(interrupting) She means Ciao! Come on let's get going.

Girls slowly make way SR

HOLLY
(Quietly mouthing the new pronunciation to herself) Chow.  Chow?  Chow....

PETRA
(pauses CS) Ok. What should we do next?

Holly gets out “note pad” and begins writing

TEMPER
Oh definitely the Eiffel Tower, or the Louvre, or... (notices Holly) What are you doing?


HOLLY
I'm writing it all down.

TEMPER
Yeah, but what’s that you’re writing on... (suddenly concerned) Is that your passport?

HOLLY
(looks up from writing) No.  Of course not! (resumes writing, pauses) It's yours. (looks up again) You were never gonna use those last few pages anyway, no one ever...

TEMPER
(interrupting) GIVE ME THAT!

Temper grabs passport from Holly and tries to put it in her purse but has to take out wallet because her purse is too small

HOLLY
Sorry Temper.

PETRA
Hey! We don't need to make a list anyway.  Come on girls, we're on vacation.  We're in Paris!  No lists.

TEMPER
(to Petra) Can you put this in your bag? (indicating her wallet)

Petra opens her big bag and Temper drops wallet in

HOLLY
Petra's right.  Let's just go with the flow.

PETRA
Speaking of "flow", (starts doing a "hafta-pee" dance) how do you say "where is the bathroom" in French?

TEMPER
Why didn't you go at the hotel?

PETRA
I did but then we drank beer at that cafe and I had wine too so we could linger and ogle the cute waiter some more.

HOLLY
(dreamy look) He was divine wasn't he?  I think I might really lik.....

TEMPER
(interrupting) Look.  You can't have fallen for the first cute guy we've encountered (looks at watch) less than 2 hours into our first outing in Paris.

HOLLY
But...

TEMPER
I know you want to (makes quote signs with hands) "fall in love" in "Paris", but Holly - come on! The very first man we see?

HOLLY
Alright, alright, I know.  But I wish...

PETRA
(interrupts) I wish I'd gone to the toilet at that cafe.

HOLLY
Why didn't you?

PETRA
It was out of order (holds nose and shakes head indicating that it wasn’t out of order, but was too beneath her standards for her to use)

TEMPER
Shit Petra! Must you be so picky?

PETRA
It wasn't clean.  (changes subject) And Temper we had an agreement about you swearing.  Can we stick with it please?  You know I hate it when you swear.

TEMPER
Sorry, sorry....I forgot. I just feel strange saying "Bleep" in a foreign country. (pause then has idea) How about Merde!  While in Paris I'll swear in French.  How about it eh?

PETRA
I just don't understand why you need to swear at all... and no, swearing in French is not ok....what will the French think??  Please can we just stick to our agreement?  PLEASE?

TEMPER
Ok. Bleep it!  When I need to swear (looks at Petra) and yes, sometimes I really need to swear, I will use the word "Bleep" in your presence.  Ok. Let's go find a bathroom, then Eiffel Tower, here we come!  Where are we now? Here's a street sign...(looks off stage-rightish and pretends to read) Rue St. Jacques (begins looking for map in her little purse)

PETRA
Rue St. Jacques?  Really?

TEMPER
Petra do you have the map in your bag?

Petra hands Temper her bag and Temper starts looking for map

PETRA
(looking at road fascinated) I read about this road! Rue St. Jacques is an old Roman road...it was probably laid down here before 50 BC!! 

Holly moves SL to gaze entranced at the road.  Petra joins her and also gazes down at road.

TEMPER
(gives up looking for map) Petra it isn't here.

PETRA
(moves towards CS and back towards Temper) It should be. I took it out of my small purse so I could put it in the big bag.....oh!  It's on the bed!

Temper looks annoyed and is about to say something when she's interrupted by Holly who is now kneeling and looking at the old road

HOLLY
WOW! I wonder how they managed to move something like this!

Petra and Temper look at Holly then look at each other askance and then both look back at Holly who at that point looks up at them

HOLLY
You know.... all the way from BC to here...

PETRA
(to Temper) What is she talking about?

Parisian Conga Line (made up of 5 or 6 male & female extras dancing single-file each with hands on waste of person in front of them) enters around this time – unnoticed by girls – and starts to snake towards where Holly is kneeling SL

TEMPER
(figures it out and rolls her eyes) Holly, "BC" does not mean British Columbia.  (Conga Line begins chant quietly and slowly builds up volume.  Temper shakes head, pulls Petra past her and urges her to move SR) Come on, let's find someplace where we can get a map... (Temper suddenly notices Conga Line behind her SL) Holly!

Holly is surrounded and “picked up” by the chanting Parisian Conga Line.  Holly joins the line - becoming part of it and chanting along with it.  Conga Line quickly makes its way behind Temper moving SR to pick up Petra.  They chant the following song as they go. 


SONG #2: Parisian Conga Line Chant – Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

PARISIAN CONGA LINE (SINGS)
Hurry, Hurry, Hurry
We're always on the go
Walking, Biking, Driving
(one PCL member yells) Hey you're way too slow!

Hurry Hurry Hurry
Heading back to work
Lunch is done now Hurry!
Get that coffee perked

Hurry, Hurry, Hurry
Hurriedly we go
Hurry, Hurry, Hurry
Don't interrupt the flow

Last verse is repeated until Conga Line has picked up Petra and then exited to opposite side of stage. 

TEMPER
Petra! Holly?

SONG ENDS


Temper is now alone on stage… she pauses a moment then…

TEMPER
Bleeeeeeeep!

(scene ends)


Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Ooh La La, Eh!

As I mentioned in my bio, I recently wrote a three-act musical comedy (well... at least I HOPE it's funny).  I haven't any time (or head space) to write anything else lately - certainly "The Agnostic Secretary" is at a solid stall.   So, in the meantime, I'm going to post my play in sections on a weekly basis.   I am currently workshopping the music with Michael McKay - the composer - so it's been on my mind again lately.  Once the music is finished (hopefully in August), we plan to produce the show sometime in early 2012 (you know, before the world ends).  After that, my hope is that we can get it published.  Once it catches the eye of a theatre bigwig in Toronto or New York or London, Mike and I will be able to sit back, relax and live off the royalties for the rest of our lives!!!  Ok, so that last bit may be stretching things a bit, but hey, working out those imagination muscles is good for the soul.  ANYWAY, here is the first installation of my three-act musical about three Canadian women who go on a mini-break to Paris, France.   It's called "Ooh La La, Eh!"    
PROLOGUE

Frog Light Up on an actor entering in a FAKE frog costume (i.e. google eyes glued to a green visor, green clothes and swimming flippers).  Frog delivers introduction in a really bad French accent.

KARL THE FROG:
(in fake French accent) Bonjour Mesdames et Messieurs.  Welcome.  I am Karl the Frog.   You HAVE heard of me, no?  NO?  The Green Crusader? The Prince of Amphibians? The Slayer of Pesky Flies, Big & Small??  (pauses, shrugs)  Oh well.  It is of no matter.  But surely you have heard of my famous cousin…  Kermit?  Oui?  Oui?  (encourages audience to answer).  Well then, let me begin again.  Bonjour Mesdames et Messieurs.  Welcome.  I am Karl, cousin of the famous Kermit the Frog!  (ala Kermit) Yeeeeeeah!!  Merci….merci.

You wonderful people have the privilege of watching a 3-Act musical comedy, written by Donna Holmes (music composed by Michael McKay).  It is about three Canadian women who decide to have a holiday weekend here in Paris, France. It is called Ooh La La (pauses, and now in funny Canadian accent finishes) Eh! (laughs to himself) Oh man, I love that! 

(back in French accent) Anyway, as I mentioned, this is a comedy.  Please feel free to laugh, applaud or (yells) woooo weee (back to normal voice) as you are moved to do so.   However, there is one noise that is never acceptable to sensitive froggy thespian ears and that is…

The rest of the cast stick their heads out from backstage and make cell phone ring noises as Frog covers ears in apparent agony

FROG
Arggghhh…. please make it stop!  Make it stop!  (cast stops and disappear backstage. Frog continues in normal voice)… So if you would be so kind as to turn off all such electronic devices - except pace makers and the like of course – I would be eternally grateful.   One more thi…

Frog is interrupted by a cast or crew member trying to whisper something to him from offstage

INTERRUPTER
(sticks head out but is barely audible) Armchair.

FROG
Sorry, what was that? 

INTERRUPTER
(louder) Armchair, don’t forget the armchair bit. 

FROG
(looks back at interrupter) What?  Look I’m just trying to finish my little intro here…. (gestures to audience)

INTERRUPTER
(yells) ARMCHAIR!  (disappears back stage)

FROG
(finally understands, turns back to audience) Oh yes, of course!  Pardon moi s'il vous plait, I almost completely forgot.  The author would like me to emphasize that this is an ARMCHAIR-ANGLAPHONE’S version of France.  So, apologies in advance to any real (starts counting off on fingers) Parisians, Linguists, frogs, Americans, French-Canadians, and other beings, slimy or otherwise, who feel slighted.  Slighting is completely intentional.  

INTERRUPTER:  (sticks head back out and yells) UN-intentional.

FROG: Oh! Oui, oui, oui.  Sorry… Any imagined slighting is completely UN-intentional. (winks)  And finally, I would just like you to know that no REAL frogs will be maimed, tortured, chopped up, or eaten during the course of today’s production.  Tomorrow maybe, but not today (pauses, then laughs) just kidding.  Merci for your patience ladies and gentlemen and now, on with the show!  

Frog does not exit yet.  Frog lights go down as Main Lights come up on a city scene - Paris.

FROG
(in dark) Ahem

Main Lights fade back down and Frog light quickly comes back up

FROG
(to audience)  So sorry, excuse…. One more thing.  (FROG holds up signs as he says) Act 1, Scene 1, The Streets of Paris.  (nods to lighting booth & exits)

STAY TUNED FOR MORE OF   "OOH LA LA, EH!' (namely Act 1, Scene 1) SOMETIME NEXT WEEK.  ADIEU!   ;o) 

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Super Cow Comic #3

(Click on comic to zoom in bigger.  Click twice to zoom in HUMONGOUS.  After you read the comic, hit the back arrow - top left corner - THEN read the text below the comic... for full effect.)      ;o)


* Can Super Cow escape Mr. Mean's diabolical drawing??
* Will Mr. Mean ever figure out a way to hold his cat???
* Will the author EVER get past the "armless" jokes????
* Must evil geniuses REALLY have twirly chairs, or would a comfy plaid recliner suffice?

STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EXCITING EPISODE OF SUPER COW!!!!
(ahem... the author would like to stipulate here that she has no idea how this might turn out or even if there'll BE another episode.  Just saying. )        :o)

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Goodbye Glamour Girl

Walking along the railroad tracks
Smoking to be cool
Drinking under nearby bridges
Regular teen fools

Discussing our current crushes
Painting her purple walls
Admiring her ability to always be chic
With her I felt so gangly tall

My awkwardness was a foil to her
My disagreement incurred her wrath
My cautiousness made her impatient
My naiveté made her laugh

High school shapes your destiny
It can heal and it can scar
And the people who you befriend there
Become a part of who you are

But I let this friendship fade away
She didn’t like when I was strong
And I had found my inner strength
And it was time to live MY song

So I let this friendship fade away
Didn’t answer when she called
I wasn’t there, I couldn’t be
And now.... and now that’s all.

I miss that stylish, glamour girl
My first Annapolis Valley friend
She will always be in my memories
And be a part of who I am.


Friday, April 8, 2011

Super Cow Comic #2

You would NOT believe what it took for me to finally find a way of adding this pic/comic to this blog.  It fought me every inch of the way.   The first one didn't give me this much trouble.  Hmmm...  Mr Mean must've gotten his hands on it....uh, I mean... his evil machines to gum up the works or something.   Anycow, I hope you like it...   ;o)  

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Mean To Me


Spring is stuttering and trying to start
While I search for magic in the dark
And as the world brightens, through cold that is weaning
I remain confounded and looking for meaning.

Pleasant weekend that has almost run its course
Tries winning its fight against time’s ancient force   
But Monday approaches with its mind-boggling mist
I seriously doubt I’ll find its gist

Then the days and the weeks and the months saunter by
There go the seasons as time starts to fly
My questions become diluted in the calendar dance
And I stop believing in any significance

The years start to carve lines in my face
My heart grows comfortable in its lonely place
Middle-age body full of achy joints
Remains unconvinced that there’s any point

Yet...

I still search for magic in this senseless life
While fighting the shadows and holding off strife
Using laughter and music to fight off the cry
I have a feeling, I will never know why.

Long... drawn-out... albeit hopeful... sigh.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Yappy Little Dogs

So I used to detest yappy little dogs.  I always imagined that when I walked by their yard, and they started barking, that their yaps were actually saying things like “GET OFF MY YARD”, “I HATE YOU”, “I WANT TO BITE YOU BIG TIME” or when I was feeling especially murderous towards the little buggers: “DON’T COME NEAR ME!!” or  “ARRRGHHHHH HELP, SHE’S GOING TO KILL ME”.   You get the idea.  The older I got the more these damn little dogs annoyed the hell outa me.  The amount of trouble I started going through in an attempt to avoid them altogether (like walking blocks out of my way etc) was becoming ridiculous. 

Until one day (in the early stages of my ongoing and snail-paced ‘awakening’), it finally dawned on me that what I thought they were saying to me... was completely my own invention.   Suddenly I realised I was free to imagine they were saying anything to me.  Now everytime I see a little yappy dog I imagine they’re saying things like:   “I LOVE YOU’  ‘HI, I’M ADORABLE - DO YOU HAVE FOOD?’ ‘WANT TO COME PAT ME?” “LET’S PLAY, WANNA PLAY, WHO WANTS TO PLAY, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!!!” etc.  

That one thought transformed my feelings about yappy dogs overnight.  Now I can’t wait to walk past little yappy dog’s yards.  They seem so cute and welcoming and EXCITED!  My perception of their infinite joy is completely uplifting.  

So yeah, weird eh.  Cuz the next thought I had was to remind myself that, well first, that I’ve been imagining a lot of intelligence inside little yappy dogs and second, that my perception of what PEOPLE think of me (before they even speak) can be just as easily self-manipulated.  Someone said to me once “What you think of me is none of my business”.   Now it makes sense.  Does this post make any sense?  Probably not, but hey at least now it’s done.   :O)