Tea Time Interview with Totalie.

Totalie sits at a table watching his tea steep at a cafe table conveniently located in a cafe.  He has a crossword puzzle in his lap, as well as some bagel crumbs.  Trulie enters the cafe and makes a bee line for Totalie's table. She then walks over and lays the line of paper cut bees out onto the table. "I made a bee line for your table." she said, really making sure no one missed the pun. Totalie mumbled something about cafe tables being too small for decorations as Trulie stole a chair from another table, and dragged it loudly over to sit with Totalie.

Totalie goes back to his tea and Trulie sits staring at him in silence for what seemed like three seconds. She breaks the silence. "So how's your day going?" Totalie responds without looking away from his now-over-steeped mug of tea. "Well! It's going well. Except this crossword puzzle is giving me a hard time." He picks up the crossword puzzle dumping a dusting of bagel crumbs onto the floor. Trulie takes it from him. "Dude, why are you staring at your tea?" She picks up the pen and starts writing her answers into the crossword puzzle.

"No reason." Totalie says and decides it is now a good time to look up at Trulie. He frowns because he knows she's just writing words that fit into the puzzle and not the actual answers. Trulie finishes and puts the crossword puzzle and pen down. "I don't believe you." She says. Totalie's eyes shift left to right. "What...what do you mean?" he asks with an awkward laugh. Trulie sighs. "This is an odd situation. You sent your resume to The Trulie Awesome Show for a position that isn't even open!"

Totalie relaxes a little now that the conversation has started. He never did well with conversation starters. "You're upset because I sent my resume to the person who currently holds the position I want, right?" He chuckles and picks up his tea.

Trulie leans forward, "Tell me Totalie, what makes you think you are qualified for my position at The Trulie Awesome Show?" She leans back knowing he is not qualified, mainly because, his name is not Trulie.

Totalie sips his tea and immediately gets up and puts the mug in the "Return Plates and Mugs" here bin. He comes back to his seat. Trulie has turned the crossword puzzle into a boat, and is twirling it around on her finger. Totalie starts the interview. "Well since you're going right into the interview, thank you by the way for having me here to interview, it's a great opportunity and I appreciate your time, okay let's start with my hair."

Trulie places the boat onto one of the green points he calls hair. "Your hair is cooler than mine. I agree" Trulie sits back and starts to think about a dance number involving boat hair. Totalie continues with his very practiced interview. Luckily he had practiced this while talking to a wall, because he was pretty much doing that now.

"Yes. My hair. It's so much more in style than yours. In addition, I'm older and more mature than you, which makes me more appealing to a more general audience. And that's just for starters!" He looks at Trulie who is now doing choreography for the Boat Hair Dance in her chair. He snaps his fingers and she looks at him with a glare. "Do continue." She says, crossing her arms and legs in order to keep from dancing in her chair again. Totalie mirrors her body language, as he was taught to do by his Interview Coach, and continues.

"I'm well tuned in to comedy and comedic dilemmas. I have also felt the feelings of loss, sorrow, hate, love, and greed..." "What does that have to do with anything?" Trulie interrupts. Totalie answers proudly. "It covers your performance art stuff. I'm showing I have a human side to work with, and can be vulnerable." He had practiced that answer too, although he meant to say "work" instead of "stuff". He worries she will focus in on the word "stuff" and derail the interview, so he quickly starts again.

"I am up to date with the latest in comedy and performance art WORK technologies and formulas, and I can dance like a tree in a hurricane." He demonstrates, and Trulie is enthralled. She joins him in his movement and soon they are asked to leave by the Assistant Manger of the cafe.

Now outside of the cafe, the interview continues. "I can shoot pool ambidextrously. I can write poetry that can make you laugh, cry, think, feel..." Trulie stops him. "No I've read your Tevin Skyward poetry bits and it seems to me they are deliberately awful." Trulie shivers at the thought of hearing another of his poems, and also because they are now outside and it is very cold. "Hurry up and finish this interview, it is very cold." Trulie says, shoving her hands into her coat pockets.

Totalie pulls himself up into a victory pose for fifteen seconds then puts his hands on his hips. "I have an outstanding work ethic. Have never misused nature, and I know what a stage is now."

Trulie looks at Totalie thoughtfully. "You know, The Totalie Scrumptious Show" does have a ring to it, and I have been meaning to make a go at the get-rich-at-sloth-speed career choice of creating words of wisdom for the entire world to read on certain days." "Greeting cards?" Totalie asks to clarify. "Yes greeting cards. Thank you for clarifying that." Trulie smiles.

"Totalie. I've been thinking about it and everything you said makes sense. Good job preparing for the interview. You start next week." Trulie says, and walks away from the stunned Totalie who calls after her "You mean, I got the job!?" Trulie spins on her heal and starts walking backwards "That's what I said, but it's also National Backwards Day so lliw uoy tahw ti htiw od" and with that she attempts to whistle backwards as she disappears around the corner of a building.

Totalie is crushed but, also very cold, so he starts walking toward the direction of Trulie,  knowing that if he just waited...eventually she would trip and fall and would need help.

But being that it was National Backwards Day, he wouldn't help her. So at least he had that.

Pancakes!

Totalie was standing on the doorstep to Trulie’s house. He had been waiting all week for this day ever since he received the very intricate and gilded invitation. He knocked twice and then waited.

He could hear a loud bustling coming from the other side of the door. Metallic sounds rhythmically taping out with the occasional sproing sound here and there. The noise sounded like it was getting louder and louder, as well as much more intense. As the sound escalated Totalie could feel the porch stoop starting to shake a little. Perhaps there was an earthquake in motion? But as suddenly as it had started, all the noise ended very abruptly and a single voice floated out after the break in sound, “Oh quackers…”

Totalie reassured himself and went to knock on the door as it suddenly opened to Trulie holding a squishy parrot in a doctors outfit.

“I’m sorry doctor Quackers, your sound just isn’t fitting in with the pots and pans band I’m putting together. I understand you’re the strong and silent type, but this band is all about making an auditory experience.” With that Trulie set doctor Quackers on the stoop and was about to close the door.

“Trulie,” Totalie said getting her attention, “I’m here.”

“Yes you are, and I’m here. How may I help you?”

Totalie held up the invitation, and said simply, “Waffles!” He was beaming ear to ear.

“Ah yes, you’re here for pancake day.” Trulie said knowingly. “I’m afraid we aren’t done using the pots, pans, and bowls for the band, so you’ll have to come back some other time.”

“Wait… you just said pancakes…” Totalie started.

“No, I said that a while ago, I just said, come back some other time.”

“But the invitation said waffles?”

“Is that how you spell waffles? I figured you wouldn’t leave your house for anything less.” She looked at him, “I think my points are proved.”

“But what about the waffles?”

“Silly it’s national blueberry pancake day, you shouldn’t be talking about waffles.” And with that she closed the door.

“Does this mean there are no waffles today?” Totalie turned and said to doctor Quackers. The doctor just stood there in silence. “You’re right! we can just go get waffles together.” With that Totalie picked up doctor Quackers and they went off to the closest waffle diner and ate until their bellies were full. Doctor Quackers picked up the bill.

The Bug. (A work of fiction written by Trulie at a much younger age)

   My house is in the middle of the city. That's not a figurative statement. Some people say, "My house is in the middle of nowhere." but that's all figurative because there isn't a nowhere because if there were it would be somewhere.

   No, my house really is in the exact middle of the city. Which some people may consider to be amazingly exciting, but they would be wrong. After all, this city is the size of my bathroom window on the map of our state. It's not big. It's more like a sliver of glass made to give the illusion that you could possibly breath if the bathtub overflowed until you floated about the room like a fish.

   We've lived in this house since I was six and my brother was three. My dog was two. Which is fourteen in dog years because you multiply the human year by seven.

   I remember moving day. It was this very day. Well, this very date anyway. It was actually on a Thursday because it was three years ago plus one leap year.  My mom woke me up at seven in the morning so I could pack up the little tent I had been sleeping in, but before we left, I made sure I had all of my secret belongings from under the loose floor board in my closet. It was very important, because things that are secret are very important. Things like my favorite gum, my locust shell collection, and the cats-eye marble I found on the playground. I put the box of treasures in my backpack and headed to this very house.

   The ride seemed like forever. It couldn't have been forever though because I would still be driving instead of telling you this story and I wasn't driving. My dad was. I don't think I will be able to drive until I can use all of those words my dad uses without getting into trouble for it.

   We arrived here and I wasn't very impressed.  My room was going to be in the back of the house but now it is in the attic because there wasn't enough room for all of my Nancy Drew books. My brother lives in the back room not but  I think my brother should sleep in the basement and my dog should get my old room because, after all,  he is older.

   At first, it was fun exploring all of the different places in the house, but that got old after a day. There's one place I have yet to explore though. There's a neat room that's supposed to be used for storage that my mom and dad said was their "private space." I've always wanted to go in and see what was in there, it's not allowed though, and I still don't understand why.

   Just the other day I found a way into the room. There was a huge bug. The size of both of my hands I swear. It had long fangs and icky legs. It was trying to find food to take back to its home. I watched it for awhile even though I was supposed to be eating my oatmeal. I hate oatmeal.

   The bug must've gotten what it wanted because it started to run back to its home. So I followed it. It took a lot of unnecessary trips through the couch and chairs, the bathroom, and the computer room. Finally it stopped at the entrance of the room and slid under the door.  Naturally I went back downstairs to finish my icky oatmeal like the good kid I am, but I kept thinking of that bug. Why should that bug get to see the secret room and not me? I decided that it was an injustice to be fought.

   I put on my super detective costume and grabbed my handy dandy notebook, and I set out for the forbidden room. I came to the door and placed my ear on it. No sounds. I tried the handle and the door was locked but I had found an item that could help me unlock this mystery! A key! A skeleton key to be exact. I found it in the attic and it opens any door.

    I put the key in the lock and turned it. The door opened smoothly. It was so exciting but it was so dark. Not dark like when you sleep, but so dark you can't even see the glow in the dark strips on your sneakers.

   I started to feel around for a light switch to no avail. I was quite disappointed when suddenly I had an idea. There was something I had seen on TV that I thought just might work.  I stood in the doorway, on the threshold of discovering the last secret of this house. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and clapped my hands really loud two times.

   I opened my eyes to the light and...

   Two hands grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me out of the room before I could see anything. It was my mom. I tried to explain to her, you know, about the bug and everything, but she didn't buy it. That's why I am in my room now and not allowed out until dinner.

  It's not easy being the greatest super detective in the universe.

Squirrels!

Knock, knock, knock… the firm knuckles on the door rang out. Awesome was just sitting on his couch watching a new episode of “The Adventures of Pug Dog Millionaire,” his favorite show. He paused it and walked over to the door. Looking through the peephole all he could see was pink. He knew things were about to get interesting. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hi Totalie!” it was like a blast of sunshine and summer air pushed through the door into the solitude of the living room. Totalie wasn’t sure but he also could have sworn something else scurried past him in the blast of outside air. Lot’s of somethings in fact. He was terrified to turn around to the scratching sounds he heard behind him.

“Hi Trulie, what are you up to?” He studied her smile.

“Oh nothing, just wanted to drop by and show you the thing I got myself at the pet store!” She was positively ecstatic. Totalie had also just noticed that Trulie was wearing her pocket coat. A coat she specifically designed with loads of pockets to hold anything and everything. Strangely most of the pockets seemed empty.

“Trulie, why does you coat look so empty?”

“Empty? We might need to get you glasses,” she said looking herself up and down,  “I’m standing right inside of it.”

“No, I mean, usually your pockets are filled with baubles and trinkets.”

She looked at him sideways, “I think you mean googly eyes and candy. But today I needed the space. The pet store was having a special!”

Somewhere in the back of Totalie’s head there was a part of him putting the puzzle together, but none of the pieces matched, and it seems someone took three or four of them to steady a table in another part of his mind.

“Don’t you want to see what I got?” Trulie inquired.

“How could I say no?”

“No.” Trulie said thoughtfully.

“It’s an expression”

“A smile is an expression, silly.” She then pulled her left hand out with a sock on it. Sewn to the top of the sock were two floppy sock ears. And crudely drawn in front was an Y. Two googly eyes askew above it. “I named him Sir Boppington.”

“Why?” Totalie asked, instantly regretting it as Trulie bonked him on the head with the sock puppet carefully avoiding his points. But the initial meeting wasn’t lost on him, he needed to turn around and see what was going on behind him as the sound of scratching had grown into a chorus of cacophony. His eyes met with 30 small eyes directed back at him. Squirrels! fifteen of them running around his living room, climbing walls, sitting on his couch, eating his popcorn!

“Oh yeah,” Trulie said thoughtfully, “You had to adopt fifteen squirrels if you wanted to get a sock puppet. Soooooo, say hello to your new roommates: Buster, Bowler, Bashy, Cadence, Clouster, Friendly, Scratchy, Goofball, Wildeyes, Normaleyes, Browneyes, Bigtail, Smalltail, and Blue.”

“Trulie! How could you?” Totalie exclaimed.

“It was actually quite easy…” Trulie started, but Totalie interjected.

“Wait, that was only fourteen names.”

“Well that one, she said pointed at no squirrel in particular, he has no name.” She finished the sentence ominously.

“Trulie, I can’t have squirrels!”

“Sure you can! Look, you already do!” With that she spun in a circle and started out the door. “Welp, I’ll be seeing you. Sir Boppington say’s good day sir!”

“But Trulie!” Totalie said to the closing door, but she was well out of ear shot. He turned back to the room.

“Okay, you guys can stay but only if you sit quietly while we watch ‘The Adventures of Pug Dog Millionaire’.” He felt like they might have understood him, and as he un-paused the  show they all sat on the couch with him and watched.

Sticking Stickers to Sticks

Stickers come into our lives for many reasons.

• They tell us if our school work is good
• They entice us to complete tasks 
• They diminish the value of furniture, mirrors, and books
• They let our cars tell people what we like and don't like
• They are handed to us as a marketing ploy

Whatever the reason, if a sticker has graced your life, Sunday was National Sticker Day, so you should have shown some appreciation on that day. Now, it is too late.

Hat Day

Hat day?

Hats,

Things to adorn one’s head,

Fashion statements,

Weather protectors,

Many exist,

Fedora, Stetson, Skimmer,

Chapeau, Bucket, Bonnet,

Flat cap, Sombrero, Topper,

Top, Stove Pipe, Lid,

All to adjust our feelings,

Adjust our view point,

Adjust the points of view upon us,

Unfortunately they cover our best points.

Puddle Day

Totalie was walking down the street with his earbuds in. Sounds thumping into his ear canals causing his body to move with a little extra panache. His stride fell into rhythm with the music, left, right, left, right, a quick shuffle and another right. The sun was shining through the crisp winter day. It wasn’t too cold though, a nice 45 degrees Fahrenheit. It was a very mild winter indeed. He was out on his daily constitutional, his new years resolution to get a little more exercise in his days. He had started lighter the week before but was stepping up the distance today, and what a beautiful day indeed.

Suddenly, water splashed up onto his pants and a few droplets made it as high as is cheek. It was stunningly cold to the touch. He yanked his earbuds out with a single swipe to the thin wires leading from them down to his phone. There was a brief pop in his ears at the buds dislodged themselves and went flying around his body tracing the motion of his moving hand.

“What the what?” He exclaimed to no-one in general.

“Hi Totalie!” a memorable voice drifted into his now vacant ears.

His head swiveled with a snakelike determination and locked in on his target. Trulie was in full rain gear. A pair of black galoshes sporting rainbow hearts, they were starting to separate at the heels, so a helping of colorful duct tape was supporting keeping them in once piece. A 1920’s stylish bathing suit with white lining. This was covered by a cheap semi-transparent plastic poncho with black smiley faces etched into it by a precarious sharpie. Topping it off, a pink umbrella embellished with small white bows, each with a long skinny ribbons emanating from them. Decorative beaded butterflies adorning the ribbons.

Trulie had a giant grin across her face. She was genuinely happy today.

“Um… Trulie?” Totalie questioned, “What are you…” before he could finish Trulie interjected.

“Isn’t it lovely! Such a beautiful day. Puddles everywhere!” She was bouncing from foot to foot making little splashes in the puddle she had used in a massive leap earlier, now mostly on Totalie’s pants.

“Today is one of those special days, isn’t it?” Totalie feeling like his walk of solitude had been concluded for good today.

“Why yes it is! Today is…” Trulie started.

“Jump in a puddle and get me soaked day?” Totalie finished.

“National Step in a Puddle and Splash Your Friends Day.” Trulie finished without listening to Totalie.

Totalie stared at her for a moment. Unwaveringly she continued to hop in the now reduced pond. He shrugged.

“You know what Trulie?”

“No, what?”

“It’s probably better to not fight it.” With that he jumped up in the air and splashed water back at Trulie. She laughed. “This is fun, let’s go find Jack and splash him!”

“Yas!” Trulie exclaimed as they skipped away in their new search.

Monday Remover

On a day full of light, in a busy office building, on a Monday, Trulie is at her cubical working haphazardly on what appears to be a box made from induction unit parts. With the last hammer of a screw, she pushes her chair back and exhales a long held breath. She begins to giggle softly, then launches into a very well practiced evil laugh.

Three sharp green points rise up from behind Trulie's cubical wall.  "What's so funny?"

Startled, Trulie jumps and goes to cover her invention. "Uh...Comedy. Comedy is SO funny ha ha so funny." The green points come around the cubical wall and reveal Totalie Awesome, who sits on Trulie's desk and crosses his arms. "Your evil laugh is getting better. What's that you got there?" Trulie steps aside and reveals the fruits of her half hour labor. "It's a Monday Remover."

"Uh huh. I can see why you were laughing. That's pretty ridiculous." Totalie begins to inspect it. "Really? You think it's pretty?" Trulie's face beams with pride. "I spent about five minutes on the engineering and the rest was spent making it look ridiculous." Trulie grabs Totalie's hand away from a lever duct taped to the machine. "Don't touch that!" She lets go of his hand. Totalie laughs "Why?" Trulie pulls the lever while saying "I made it. I get to pull the lever."

A flash of blinding light and then...nothing.

Totalie, still shocked something happened when the lever was pulled, checks his hair points. "That was bright. What did you use to make that thing?" "Never mind that Totalie. We have a very bad problem. Look at this calendar." Trulie picks up her calendar with mermen on it, and shoves it into Totalie's hands. He examines the dates while Trulie picks up her Daily Inspirations tear away calendar and flips through it.

"Holy Hummus. Trulie. You've made..." "I've made every day a Monday." Trulie sits down as the realization hits her. Totalie drops the calendar and starts rubbing his temples. A coworker walks past Trulie's cubical. "Hey Totalie...got a case of the Mondays?" Totalie laughs half heartedly as the coworker continues on their way to the copy room. Totalie lunges at Trulie "What are we going to do!? I can't take the Monday quips, the Monday jokes, the Monday excuses, everyday! EVERYDAY!?"

Totalie starts to mimic his coworkers. "'Happy Monday. How was your weekend. Too bad it's Monday. Well it's Monday. That's Monday for you. CASE OF THE MONDAYS..."
"TOTALIE! Calm down!" Trulie says as she grabs him by the biceps and shakes him. She stands him up and keeps shaking him.

"Please stop." Totalie says shakily. "Are you calm?" Trulie asks as she keeps shaking him. "Yes I am calm" "Okay I am going to stop shaking you and let go, and when I do...you promise not to freak out?" She eyes him as best she can as she continues to violently shake him. "Yes. I promise to not freak out." Totalie says, starting to see stars. "Okay." Trulie lets go and Totalie takes a moment to settle himself.

"So what are we going to do." Totalie asks calmly. "Dang it Totalie! You're supposed to start freaking out again.  Don't you ever watch movies?" "I prefer British sitcoms." he replies, picking up the calendar he dropped and tossing it onto Trulie's desk.

Trulie sighs. "I have no idea what we can do. I could pull the lever again, but there's a chance it will split into even more Mondays. Hmmm..." Trulie begins to pace back and forth in a very rehearsed cartoon-like manner. Totalie watches intently until he realizes she is just pacing back and forth because she has seen it in cartoons and rehearsed it to look like she was thinking. "Trulie you're not even thinking." Trulie stops. "Darn it. I guess I need to rehearse that more. Do you have any ideas?"

"Me?" Totalie laughs. "I didn't even think your little contraption would work! I don't even know HOW it works. So why would you think I would have any suggestions." Trulie just stares at him. "It has a name you know. Monday Remover." She sighs. "The only time you don't seem to have suggestions is when we need them."

She continues. "I guess this is our new normal now. Everyday is Monday. Day names don't matter, just dates! Maybe it wont be so bad. People wont be able to blame Mondays for anything and the day itself will lose it's reputation and meaning." Trulie sits down and kicks up her feet, hands behind her head, satisfied with her answer.

Totalie stands and stretches. "Interesting. Well, back to work." He exits her cubical and returns to his.

A reminder pops up on Trulie's computer. She gasps "Monday Meetings!!???" Totalie peers over the cubical wall "What's wrong? We have meetings every Monday." The realization hits him and they both look at one another before screaming in terror in unison for 30 seconds.

"That was the best time we've done that" Totalie remarks, straightening his points. "Yeah we got the pitch to match in that way that creates overtones. Good job!" Trulie pats Totalie on his points and continues. "I can't live like this Totalie! I can't! I HATE MEETINGS. Especially MONDAY MEETINGS. I can't I can't!!! I'm sorry. I have to do this!!"

Before Totalie can respond, she pushes the lever. Another flash of light and then...nothing.

Trulie grabs her merman calendar, "YES!" she grabs her Daily Inspirations calendar "YES!!!" She laugh cries as she sinks back down into her seat. "You did it Trulie!" Totalie comes back into Trulie's cubical. "How did you do it?" He asks, examining the machine again.

"I pushed instead of pulled." Trulie responds. Regaining her composure. "It worked. It's all over." Another reminder pops up on Trulie's computer. "Crap! We're late for the meeting!!!" Trulie grabs Totalie's arm and rushes out of the cubical, dragging him behind her, and leaving the Monday Remover behind without a thought.

A shadow passes over the cubical, hovering over the Monday Remover. An unknown hand reaches out and careful picks it up, and then disappears.

The rest of the day seemed cursed somehow. The meeting ran over by thirty minutes. Someone burned popcorn in the microwave at lunch time. Toner was spilled on the carpet. The wifi went out for ten minutes...it was a very bad day. But of course... it was a Monday...

Today Is The Day. Maybe.

Today is the day. The day I finally get into the shower. I know I can do it. I’ve done it before, it’s just been a few days. A few days should cover it. I think that I’ve lost count because some days I didn’t feel like counting. It could be that the days have always run together. Like a pack of wolves I was busy evading to preserve my life. Really, it’s because I had a calendar before, and now I don’t. It would be funny if someone still made calendars now. Twelve different photos of kittens in cute situations that you can use to keep track of your busy schedule while waiting to die.

Maybe I could be a calendar maker and people would trade something with me just for the laugh. Meh. People barely did that when comedy clubs and money existed, why would they do that now? The important thing is, today is the day I make it to the shower. I just have to get this big heavy rock off of my chest.

I know it seems weird that I’m writing with a big heavy rock on my chest, but writing and doodling helps to distract me from the fact that I can hardly breath under the weight of this stupid rock. I just woke up one day and there it was. It makes me feel sad and helpless, angry and hopeless, pathetic and worthless. I can see all of these things I want and need to do, like showering, and I can’t do them because of this horrible rock.

Recently, someone offered to help me remove the rock but they couldn’t do it. They got really impatient with me, told me that maybe I wanted to be under the rock and that I wasn’t doing anything to help myself get out from under it. I got what they were saying but, I didn’t have the energy to do anything about it, so they left.  To me it’s pretty harsh that they got mad at me for something they failed to do while unencumbered by a rock. If they can’t move it while being upright and full of energy, how can I move it when I am on the ground with all of my willpower seeping out of me?

Showered is what I want to be right now. Yesterday I was at an all time low and I decided to give up but now I am feeling enough energy to write all of this, and a few other things, and look!  I drew a rock on the rock isn’t that funny? My thoughts are swirling I am just a fount of creativity and this rock is so light now...look I can pick it up with one hand! Why couldn’t I do this before? This is so easy! I should be a calendar maker for sure! I’m going to bring back calendars. I need to get over to that shower, but now that I am out from under that rock, there are so many things to do, I’m sure I will get to the showering I just have to organize this dust alphabetically and see if someone will trade something for a drum. I really need one right now, I think that’s the answer to all of my problems. Rhythm. I need rhythm. I don’t think I need this food here, someone is bound to trade for food. I should have a party! I just need some friends. Where did I put that pretty rock? That rock was definitely my friend.

This feels like a whole new way of being and I’m going to start by jumping over the gully to get to the shower. Then I’m going to shower and then I’m going to start my career as a drummer and calendar maker. This is going to be so great. Nothing can go wrong. I’m unstoppable.

New Years Day

“Let’s shift to warp speed helmsman Guy.” Commander Totalie stated with confidence.

Guy responded with a simple, “Eye-eye, Cap.”

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” Totalie asked back.

“Nothin’ Cap, just tellin’ yah”

“Okay, so long as we are clear.”

They sat in silence and stared at the screen in front of them. White dots moved slowly from the center and worked their way lazily to the edges. New dots would show up in the center and get added to the ever moving series of dots. It was mesmerizing. 

“Ahem…” a voice drifted in from Totalie’s right. “Ahem!” It repeated.

“Are you getting sick?” Totalie inquired, slowly turning his head to see the communications officer.

“No! but there seems to be something attacking us.” replied the officer.

“Attacking?” Totalie questioned excitedly.

“Well I wouldn’t so much say attacking, but more like pinging us.”

“Pinging? What does that even mean?”

“Sort of like a repeated tapping, against our bow, cap”

Totalie thought deeply about this, then he could hear it, faintly at first, a tap, pause, tap, pause tap… it continued, getting louder. This seemed vaguely familiar. It was digging at his subconscious.

It hit him!

A pebble, through his slightly open window. He rose from his bed and lightly rubbed where he had been kissed by the pebble.

“Are you awake yet?” a bubbly voice rose from outside. Totalie knew that voice, and knew it well. “Come on sleepyhead, don’t make me search for louder rocks!”

Totalie jumped to his feet, he knew if he didn’t the next thing coming through his window was going to be baseball sized. He wasn’t feeling up to dodging projectiles this early in the morning. ‘Weird’ he thought, ‘Is there a time I would feel like dodging projectiles?’

“I see your points! You are awake!” the voice had moved from bubbly to excited. “Totalie! It’s the new year! We have things to do!” She pulled an exclamation point with every sentence. it’s hard to imagine someone could keep that sort of enthusiasm, but if anyone was able to, Trulie was it.

Totalie opened the window beyond the inch or so it was open. ‘How did she get that pebble through that space?’ He thought to himself. A blast of winter air smacked him in the face, any bit of sleepiness that was hanging around hopped on a plane and booked it south. Totalie was awake!

“Haven’t you heard of a doorbell?” Totalie said down to Trulie’s smiling face.

“Yes, but you said not to ring it before noon. So I had to find a different way to get our day started.”

Totalie’s morning sleep plans defeated, he got dressed and met Trulie outside his front door. “Hop, hop, hop,” Trulie was hopping in a circle like a bunny.

“Trulie, what are you doing?” asked Totalie.

“I was hopping you’d ask…” Trulie started, but Totalie interjected quickly.

“Haven’t you already done enough puns today?”

“No! not at all. In fact, I’m behind already.”

“It’s the first of the year how can you already be behind?”

“Well I made this…” Trulie pulls a piece of paper from behind her with some lines scribbled on it and one very very thick line going diagonally across it.

“Graph?” Totalie tried to help.

“Chart.” Trulie stared at Totalie and smiled, “I sea you don’t have legs for this.”

Totalie crossed his arms and stared at Trulie, “Was that a nautical pun?” 

“I prefer boat joke.” Trulie responded.

“I can see this is going to be a long year.”

“Really? I thought they were all the same amount of time. Speaking of…”

“Trulie,” Totalie interjected, “Perhaps we should just get on with the day. I don’t see us making much progress on this porch.”

“Eye-Eye!”