Envisioning The Squirrel Suit

Had lunch with a friend who is starting up a bit of business with me, trying to get me more money, so that maybe someday I can have my own place again, if I live long enough, that is.

My macabre sense of humor caught her and dragged her around the restaurant and made her laugh out loud. She added to the conversation, making me laugh loudly, too.

I ordered Quesadillas at La Parilla Suiza on Speedway, hoping that a toothless me could eat them. I ate one with  wonderful guacamole, pico de gallo, tomatillo verde sauce, and left the other as it became too much for me, though the quesadilla was only about 4 inches across. The Dos Equis Dark made up for everything. It also loosened my tongue as I rarely drink.

I just had another beer, same brew,  now at 2:00 a.m. and it has made me write.

When I began to talk about how I wanted to die, she mentioned something called The 5 Wishes and said that I need to read about them and write them down for family, but that is in case a person plans on hanging around awaiting the end surrounded by loved ones, circling their bed. I am not so sure that I want to go that route. I spoke of jumping off the highest point of the Grand Canyon with a plastic bagged note saying who I was, etc. so that no one had to identify me..............to save them the sorrow. If I could pull it off well, I might never be found, best case scenario.

Then I spoke of Wiley Coyote going over the edge in cartoons and how he and Goofy and others, in that grand cartoon tradition, shout, "Wa hoo hooooooooooooo", all the way down until they hit and a small burst of dust rises.

We talked of bungee jumping and other wild things to do before dying. I would never do those crazy things, I said. They kill you. A HA hahahahahah.

But, as I had once painted a lovely dragon suit for a friend who was parachuting for the first time, I thought about that. Making a fabulous suit for the Canyon jump became the next topic. That took me to what I have always really wanted to do, fly with those wild men in squirrel suits who jump off of mountain tops and buzz their friends on the way down the mountain.........as they freely fly. So, if you people contribute enough, I find that I can now fly for from $500 to $2,000, it said on the video. A HA hahahahahahah. Sure, contributions now being accepted. Those fellows are strong and I am not, so sustaining those open wings, etc. might prove to be my greatest challenge.

So, as artists we began to discuss the look of the actual imagined flying suit. Real squirrel ears in silk, to make less resistance. A tail of tiny pieces of silk to look tail like, but to not change the actual dynamics of the suit and its ability to fly.  And then we discussed my final flight, the dialogue or internal monologue and the fancy moves that I would make on my way down.............until the final 'point my hands together in a swimming dive' and farewell.

I had such a great time at lunch. I love my friends, gathered over the years, most having the same attitudes as I do about many things, but not all things. My dying, living Navajo friend is about to hit town again and we shall laugh until we pee our pants over our irreverent death plans or scenarios, out of our control. I laughed so hard during his last visit from Shiprock that I thought that I might die right then from choking with laughter.

Life is short, my  car door magnets from VistaPress or printing or whatever, arrived. I had them put LIFE IS VERY SHORT. Love One Another. Damn It !! on the magnets.  I gave one to today's friend and shall give one to my sister who belongs to the Hemlock Society, I may need her soon, dunno.

So, damn it, LOVE one another. Good. Spread the word.

Now accepting design ideas for my squirrel costume. And accepting donations for materials to make it. I'm broke. Heheheheheheh