Another Christmas Possum...
Now contrary to what you think these possums are not swimming in our belly. They are catch and release only. Mary and Miguel are the champion possum catchers. Seems they have some sort of trap that you put a little tuna fish in. I know tuna fish would be protein to fight over with automatic weapons in some parts of the world but like I said, it was a blessed Christmas and a possum will go right in the trap for a bite of tuna. They also have fertile trapping grounds. It's Miguel's parent's house. I don't know why there are so many possums readily available in that neighborhood of tidy early 1960s brick homes. They are mere blocks, walking distance from the hub of downtown Lufkin. Yes sir these are town possums. Maybe we are on the verge of discovering a North Korean invasion plan (they are everywhere) or at least the idea of a plot for a stalled science fiction novel or a new Christmas Story. .In any event the possums for two years in a row have been brought to my cozy comfortable country home for release.
Mary with possum. Nothing makes a girl look prettier than standing next to a possum.
Peter and Katie squat before the possum in great reverence. Peter had never examined a possum up close. He's Canadian and I know it's the great north woods but he is not that kind of Canadian and this is Texas and I am not wearing a six shooter on my hip because I am not that kind of Texan even if other people are soon to be.
Somebody may have to go in after the possum. When they do they will perform "The Interview." Could not resist that one.
And he is off and running. Katie crosses arms, thinks, "he could run faster, it is Christmas after all.
The possum has set a course dead east.
The excitement is over. Katie and Peter watch the possum disappear into the distance. Juan missed it. Mary sets out to catch the next one which by second hand reports was successfully released but tried to go up the steps into my house. I may be responsible for next year's possum since we are increasing the possum population in my neighbor hood.
On final reflection it might be some significance the possum headed east. North Korea, Hermann Hesse, war, time, space and a secret league of some sort seem to be topics we could use to explain all these happenings and address who is going to read all this.
Let us not read. Let us listen to the Tarbox Ramblers and "A Fix Back East."
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