indiana territory

MY LITTLE CREW

This message is being brought to you via one of my little elf crew buddies who live around the house and ride in my pockets, hop into the backseat or perch on the chandelier, depending on their inclination and state of inebriation. Yes, elves do take a taste of the spirits periodically, which is good for their general health and their hearts.

Sometimes when I am tired a couple of them will dance across the keyboard in response to my dictation; other times, they may gather around me in a semicirle and exclaim, "Gee, you're lame," and compose the post themselves. They don't come on here too much because they prefer my blog about the house in the forest with the piped in Coke products, but, as I said, every now and then they will just feel they have to take over.

Lest you think I run an "elf house", let me emphasize this is not an R&R destination for the little fellows. No, this is just a place where they are comfortable revealing themselves and participating in life without having someone croon, "Ah, look at the little sweethearts . . . they are so cute." Excuse me, I've just gagged myself. Attitudes such as that are so demeaning and patronizing, but the guys just let it go; it is we, their friends, who take umbrage and want to march and carry signs about "ELF POWER" and promote sensitivity. They just shrug and say, "Eternity is too short." Yes, sometimes they are a bit profound . . . over my head and out of my league. They are nice to me, though, and I appreciate it.

posted by Jody @ 2:40 PM