Sunday, January 24, 2010

Road Trip!

It had been a long couple of weeks in this dismal January. The weather was turning for the better with warmer temperatures. My maker had been working diligently in the Creature Factory, sewing bodies and faces and clothes. She would be singing to some music in the Factory and then stare out the window, like there was some invisible force drawing her eyes out there. One day she said to me, "Caruthers, how do you feel about a road trip?" A road trip, I thought. What is that? She must have heard me because she said, "You and me, in the car, on a long trip somewhere. " After a pause she said, "And I know just the place." That was an exciting moment. A road trip! So, a couple days later my maker packed up some bags, strapped me in the back seat and off we went. The landscape was dreary as I looked out the window, watching metropolitan areas turn into farmland. Where are we going, I wondered. Just then my maker said, "Look Caruthers. See that sign? We're in Wisconsin." I came to learn that one of my maker's daughters attends a university in Wisconsin and we were going to visit her. I enjoyed the suspense of wondering where we were going, but was glad to know we had a destination.
When we arrived in the university town I had to wait in the car for a while until my maker's daughter finished her class for the day. Then she and her friend helped us check into our hotel, which was old and fancy, like a picture from a good movie. After that it was nothing but fun. When the humans went out for their dinner I stayed in the hotel room all alone. It was scary at first, but I found the remote control for the TV and flipped channels a while. I jumped on the bed and then tried my hardest to smooth out the wrinkles from that escapade. My maker told me that Abbot might be calling so I sat a while with the phone close to me just in case. But he never did. I wondered what he was doing tonight.
When my maker and her daughter returned from their dinner they were quite giggly and in a good mood. My maker said, "Get on your swimming suit, Caruthers, because we're going swimming in the pool." I was so excited to see a real pool! I gave my maker a strange look, however, because I know as well as she does that I can't get wet. Then she smiled at me and said, "I know, Caruthers. But you can come sit in a pool chair and watch us swim." When we got to the pool area there were people playing a game with a tiny white ball on a table with a short net. They hit the ball back and forth to each other. I sat there a while until my eyes hurt from watching the ball sail across the net. Then I made my way to a long chair by the pool. It was very warm in the pool area, and humid. But I did not complain, because even being made of wool, the heat felt wonderful on this chilly January evening. My maker and her daughter enjoyed the warm water, but then my maker eyed another amenity we had to try.

If I thought the pool area was warm, then the sauna felt like I was on fire. All three of us stepped inside this small, wood covered room and my maker turned a dial on the wall. Just then it got very warm in that room, and if I was human I am sure I would have been sweating. I listened to my maker and her daughter talk about life and books and other things I had no clue whatsoever. They laughed a lot. It was a comforting sound. Soon, they couldn't handle the heat and it was time to leave. We went back to our room and my maker set me on the chair for the night. She looked at the bed and I could tell she was wondering how it got messed up. She looked at me and said, "Oh Caruthers. I can't take you ANYwhere!" She smiled at me though.
We returned the college girl to her dorm the next day and drove home in the fog and rain. I was actually happy to see the fog and rain. It was a nice change to the cold and snow. However, I had a funny feeling in my stomach, knowing my adventure would be over and I'd be back sitting in the Creature Factory looking out the window. But I also knew that Abbot was at home, waiting for me. I would be happy to see his face.
Until next time.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Fun and Games

Abbot and I took to reading the comics Sunday afternoon. I was so excited that my maker showed me this. I felt I have found a world where beings like me are commonplace. Maybe that is why she showed me. The drawings were all different and the characters were all doing very silly things. And all their words are delivered in a nice white bubble! If only I had a white bubble over my head! I heard this strange sound coming from Abbot. He has not said much or made much noise of any kind since he arrived here, and all of a sudden he was making sound! I realized he was laughing. He has a strange laugh. Almost like a gargle. His laugh made me laugh, and before we knew it, we were both laughing so hard we could not stop! We loved Mother Goose and Grimm, Over the Hedge, and Garfield. It helped to get Abbot out of his shyness shell. That made me smile.
Later in the week Abbot and I sat down to a game called chess. It took us hours to read the instructions, and the boy who lives here explained it to us, how to move the pawns and the knights. Such funny names for the pieces. Like being in medieval times. I wondered what I'd look like as a king, with a crown on my head. Or a lowly pawn, just doing the peasant's work. Then I started imagining my life back in those times. I wondered if anyone like me existed then. I asked my maker and she said back in those days there were dragons and monsters of all kinds. She said it was a very excitng time to live and we could read a book about it sometime. Since Abbot and I really didn't know what we were doing on the chess board, we resorted instead to make up stories about our kingdoms, and used our chess pieces as toys to act out our stories. The boy in the house just shook his head. Maybe he doesn't know there's more than one way to play a game?
As a side note, I asked Abbot what he kept in his pockets, and as shy as he is, he would not say. In fact, I saw his cheeks flush a little with embarrasment. His pockets don't seem to bulge at all and I am thinking they are empty. So I asked him if they were filled with air, because air, though invisible, is still something. He liked that. He smiled. I had no idea what a special feeling it would be to make another being smile. It's like a giant balloon you give to someone, and then they give it back.
Until next time.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Friends Make the World Go Round

My maker is back to work in the Creature Factory. She posed me against this wall so my readers could see the montage of colors with which I'm bombarded when I sit in the room. You can see the edge of the ironing board and a painting, as well as patterns, a poster for a rock band, and my maker's laptop. This is the computer on which I write my adventures. Sometimes all this stimulation leaves me a little tired and I like to close my eyes while the creation is occurring.
Yesterday I had a visit from a couple of sweet little girls, Beth and Clara, and let me tell you they were a lot of fun! They carried me around the house, tried to feed me animal crackers and water, pulled my arms and teeth, played peek-a-boo with me, and sang me the ABC's. Oh, I had such fun! I don't get to see many small children, in fact, that was only the second time I had seen any in real life. I like them because they are more my size. But even more than that I can always tell when children are happy or sad. Children always let a person know how they feel. They don't try to cover it up. Many times I've had to smile even if I felt horrible inside. I know smiling has its benefits, and it's usually contagious, but if I were a child I wouldn't have to smile if I didn't want to. But Beth and Clara smiled a lot. They must be very happy. I just couldn't help myself but smile the whole time they were here!
Standing with me here is Abbot. He's new. A new creation. I like him a lot. We have a lot in common, for one thing, our green faces. His is a little different color, and his two eyes are different, but I like him just the same. (He has POCKETS!) In the Creature Factory, I have learned, we are ALL different, and that's what makes us special. My maker was toying with the idea of creating me a friend, but I am unsure if Abbot will be allowed to stick around. I am trying not to get too close to him in case he moves away. I know that deep inside I should try to make as many friends as possible, that ALL friends make me into the being I am, whether I know them a long time or a short time. I guess I will have to add this to my list of questions to ponder. I'm quite accomplished at pondering. I wonder what my maker would suggest?
Until next time.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Resolutions and Blues

There's a different feeling around here today. I am told it is the second day of a new year. 2010. This brings to mind a lot of questions about time and how it has been counted. Two thousand years seems to be a long time, considering the average human lasts only about 70 years. My maker told me this. She explained that humans, because they are living, breathing creatures, can only live for a certain amount of time, and that they cannot choose how long that will be. My inquisitions keep compounding, I am afraid, the longer I am here. I wonder about myself, for I am not a human. I don't breathe or bleed, so I wonder if I am alive at all? However, I feel things, like this melancholy hanging in the air today. Yesterday we were celebrating the new year ahead. It was boisterous and loud! I had so much fun!
Today we took the ornaments off the Christmas Tree and put the tree out into the cold. I helped put the ornaments back into their prospective boxes until next December. It made me sad to see all the shiny, lovely trinkets get wrapped in tissue and placed in larger boxes where they will sleep for so long. If I could cry, I would. My maker was quiet as she completed this chore, but took a photo of me so that I may remember. There was a lot of contemplation happening as those boxes were packed. It felt like Christmas had taken all her presents and stuffed them back into Santa's sack.
Every new year brings about a time to reflect and ponder, my maker said. We can once again hope for better things to come. She told me that people often make resolutions to live a better life, to change their ways, or to be a more productive person in their world. Some people just know that the new year will be better. They just know it. How could they know?
Still it feels strange around here. Unusually quiet. I miss the laughter already. I asked my maker why doesn't happiness last, and why can't we feel good all the time, like we were when we were celebrating these past few weeks. She said to me, "Caruthers, without rain there would be no flowers; without darkness there would be no light; without endings, no beginnings; without sadness, no happiness." I thought about what that meant. I'm still thinking. What a curious world.
Until next time.