Wednesday, February 22, 2012
My New Guru, Lois
I have a new studio mate. Her name is Lois. I accidentally called her Louise, but she corrected me with a sniff – it's Lois. Lois Mouse. She's just the cutest little thing. A little too chatty for me, but I try to be polite and listen to her trials and tribulations. I never knew that so much went into being a mouse. It's a full time job, people. And mice, they don't get a lot of respect. But at least she's not a rat, said Lois with another loud sniff, and I wholeheartedly concurred with that.
The only thing I'm a little worried about is that she might start feasting on my current text piece, the Book of Revelation from the Koran, which I've been working on since the day Saint John left the island of Patmos. It would really rile me if she took a few bites out of that. Not to worry, said she. Apparently Lois hasn't much of a taste for sacred texts; she prefers best sellers. Lois, she's a Danielle Steel fan. (Hey, someone had to be). And an atheist! Who knew? See, the way she explains it, all these nutty religions are for people who don't know squat about squat. They're just paths that take you to a deeper understanding of what's what. But if you already know that, and if you're already at your destination, who the heck needs a spiritual path? Lois, she'd rather read her romance novels. It doesn't get any more sacred than that, according to Lois. (Another loud sniff).