THE SQUIRREL – Marilyn Armstrong


Things go missing. People go missing. I often think my brain goes missing and sometimes, that’s a good thing.

Right now, however, Garry took this perfect picture of (you guessed it) a squirrel. By the Blackstone in River Bend Park.

Photo: Garry Armstrong

I’m pretty sure he isn’t the source of my loss, but who knows?

27 thoughts on “THE SQUIRREL – Marilyn Armstrong

  1. Squirrels are fuzzy-tailed metaphors for the upside of absentmindedness. Yeah, sure, maybe you forgot where you buried your nuts last year—but would you look at that forest!

    Anyhow, I hope you find your missing pieces.


    • I can’t remember anything longer than the few minutes it takes to say “Gee, we really need to pick up some …” after which, I don’t remember I ever said it and neither does Garry. Until I go look for it and it isn’t there. Saves me money, though. I think about buying things and I hunt them down on Amazon — and then, I decide to put them in my wish list. The next time I notice them, they aren’t even being carried anymore.

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    • I am just so burnt out. I need to tone it down for a while and catch my breath. I love writing, but it turns out I don’t have a brilliant idea every day. Some days, I’m not all that brilliant. That’s when the squirrel has my brain.


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