Miss Tickle

when Skaterina learned she had cancer

two years and a bit more of three months ago

(Yes!  that long ago !)

she only told the people here in town that she customarily

saw frequently

like daily or weekly

you know, her retail based social life

she didnt have any "real" friends here in this punk town

( definition of "real" friends will be found below )

so she told :

the geezer girls who worked at and ran the local butcher shop

the sisters who have the yarn shop

one of the librarians

four people who are CSA farmers

one of her neighbors who works for the weekly rag

lets see

who else ?

will think of them soon and let you know whenever

what she is working up to is that one day at the Old Geezer meat market

one of the ladies offered to sit meditatiion with her

now isnt that just the cat's pajamas ?

hooda thunkit

that someone she bought meat from and whose daughter had the best eggs

in town / the kind you can swallow the yolks raw to supply your brain with all

the good stuff it needs to stay snappy and well you know working at full tilt /

suddenly suggests to Skaterina exactly what is needed at this difficult time



Skaterina hasnt been in to meditating since the hammock meditations


now she is meditating with her friend from the butcher shop

comments ensue, maybe, or maybe not



Skaterina's definition of "real" friend

someone she has lived with, worked with, traveled with, danced with, got

drunk with, did psychedlics with, or theatre performances with / got that ?

oh add in Meditated with !