The Queen is Moving In Today (5)

by cheri block

Move-In day for Joan arrived as scheduled.

My, how time has moved along itself, I thought, still in the sack, trying to recharge my battery for the big day ahead. Why, just a little while ago, a  Global Van Lines truck had parked in front of our house on Mayfield Drive and I was fourteen; why, just a little while ago, when Dad and Mom lost their money and their dream house, and I was a young married girl, we had moved the family piano in the back of a Ford Ranchero. I sat on the bench and played Rogers and Hammerstein as the young Judge Blah drove the truck to Mom and Dad’s new but small patio home.

What would Eckhart Tolle say this morning about my syrupy nostalgia? I chastised myself for wallowing in the past instead of “seizing the opportunities of today,” and rolled out of bed, into my Ugg slippers, and down to the coffee pot.

Over at the burial mound, Alonzo, too, was deep in thought.

He sensed, as dragons tend to do, that someone very special was about to inhabit the mound, someone who, despite having fourteen health problems—five of them serious—maintained a sunny optimism comparable only to the orange and blue roses that grew outside the mound’s entrance.

A large tear (which quickly evaporated) spilled from his yellow eye in a moment of deep understanding. He wished this enlightened feeling to stay with him all day.

As if by magic or synchronicity or religious belief or co-incidence, a purple and iridescent green dragon fly appeared in silvery wing-beat.

Good Morning, Captain!!!! whistled the dragonfly in a pitch that was fingers to chalkboard.

Oh, Edmund, my friend, my confidant, my little burst of violet enlightenment (with a hint of green), I am so pleased to see (but not to hear) you this morning, said (and thought) the dragon, stretching his tail out and flaring his nostrils.

Up and Eve, Alonzo! buzzed Edmund.

The Queen is moving in today.

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About Cheri

Writer, artist, cable television host, grandmother to four!
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9 Responses to The Queen is Moving In Today (5)

  1. Richard says:

    Thank you for keeping us up to date with events.
    Shall look forward to hearing how Joan settles in.

    • Cheri says:

      Hi Richard 🙂
      Edmund and Alonzo will deliver the goods.
      King Beowulf will provide backround.
      Joan will be herself.
      I shall narrate.

      Thanks for reading.

  2. Sablock says:

    Thanks. I am adopting Edmund in my life.

  3. Cheri says:

    Well!
    We can all use an Edmund, believe me…

  4. And so after some hassle
    Queen Joan enters her new castle
    Without retinue (?)
    But may life continue
    Happy as may be
    Befitting a queen bee.

  5. sledpress says:

    I am reminded of Putzi Hanfstaengl playing Wagner on an upright driven through the streets of Cambridge. I suspect your performance was more of a toe tapper. And Eckhart Tolle can bite me, our histories are what we have, no?

  6. Cheri says:

    I was singing Climb Every Mountain even though we were driving through suburbia.

    I’m not sure what I think of Eckhart Tolle, other than he has a bit of a strike against him because Oprah recommended his book. For me, that is the Kiss of Death (except for Steinbeck’s East of Eden).

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