Escher Okra Steers into Skid
It might have been my fan ineptitude that set me off on a nightmare about driving on ice. Sleet has covered the windshield, and I'm on the freeway cloverleaf. At 2:48 a.m. I'm wide awake after spinning out of control on black ice in dreamland.
But it could have been the irritable lizards on my patio fence. These anoles are seriously pissed off. They have turned dark brown instead of happy green, and they are chasing each other in circles just like M. C. Escher's.
Then again, it may have just been the political spin doctors and the financial downward spiral. We are all skidding on black ice there. Don't know if it helps economies, but in drivers' ed we learned to take our foot off the gas, keep it off the brake, and steer into the skid.
The okra plant in the school garden has become an enormous Yeti. This is an abominable snowman of indomitable spirit. Nothing fazes it. One plant. Bushels of pods.
Abominable--detestable, loathsome, thoroughly unpleasant. I don't have the stomach for okra.
Abominable Snowman--a hirsute manlike animal reportedly inhabiting the snows of the high Himalayas.
Indomitable--incapable of being overcome, subdued, vanquished.
And so, the classroom is decorated with okra Escher geckos scurrying up the walls and around in circles. Anything to keep me from climbing the walls or spinning out of control!
© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder