Sunday, May 14, 2006

Rising 2

Balloons show a decidedly callous attitude to the death of a friend. We have had our tribe of multi-coloured spheroids for two nights now, and one of them -- a blue specimen, who always looked a little more sickly than the others -- has shrivelled up into the size of a duck egg and lies pathetically ignored in the middle of the herd.

They also have a tendency to graze in different directions, which I find odd. Little clusters have developed, some by the occasional table, another threesome peering into the cat's dish, a third looking disinterested in the middle of the floor, and a fourth group made up of a few die-hards still watching television whether anything is on or not.

They got so unruly tonight that Herself herded them all together again with a "Shuck! Shuck! Shuck!" noise I hadn't heard before, but which I immediately associated with gathering errant ducks.

Only "Doctor Who" rivetted their attention on Saturday. The rest of the time they looked kind of sullen. I know for a fact the replacement for the dead blue balloon is already displaying signs of being a loner. It keeps away from the others a little.

I have a short video of them swaying to a music television channel, but can't upload it in its current configuration to the Blog. When I do, you'll believe me when I say that they live strange lives of their own.

I toyed with the idea of resuccitating the dead blue balloon, but couldn't undo the knot.

There's a lesson in there for us all.

2 comments:

fitz said...

You want to be careful with them there balloons Willie.

First chance they get there'll be all night parties... and then where will you be ? On the street laddie.

Don't say you weren't warned.

Willie_W said...

I had toyed with the idea of bringing them outside into the back garden for some fresh air, but today's gales have put me off a bit.