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Meet my imaginary friend, [Moose]

Hi…I’m back.  I think.  Hopefully.  Going to try the once a week posting schedule again.  I guess I’ll see how well I can keep it up.  I guess?  Anyway, here’s a story about how I don’t exist.

A-pusher was sneak promoted recently at work. I say sneak promoted because THEM, at least in the LA area, has this thing about not telling people they’re going to be promoted beforehand and also not working out any of the details that go along with a promotion and just surprising them with some kind of promotion celebration. Normally a dinner at a restaurant. It’s supposed to be this big secret…but people here aren’t that subtle or good at keeping secrets.

So…this happened to A-pusher recently and she found out about all of this. Because she found out about it, we were able to talk openly about how dumb sneak promotions are and how we didn’t like these celebratory dinner things. As it turns out, A-pusher’s family isn’t huge on these sneak celebratory dinners either and they told A-pusher that at least they finally get to meet this “[Moose]” A-pushers speaks of.

You see, A-pusher and I have fairly similar interests. We both like to cook, bake, sew, craft, etc etc. We’re both trained electrical engineers. We’re both pretty good controls engineers. So we sometimes end up in each other’s conversations with other people. In A-pusher’s case, conversation often has to do a lot with food. And A-pusher’s family were supposedly finally going to be able to put a face to my name.

Except…not.

Because I didn’t go. Psh, you didn’t think I’d attend such a social event, did you? Because I didn’t.

However, I did find out beforehand that A-pusher’s family wanted to meet me, so I worked it out beforehand with a few of our coworkers that they would introduce themselves as…themselves, but then also as me. Like…”Hi, I’m [Pengy]. Also, I’m [Moose].” This concept and the accompanying mental image of all of this playing out was vastly amusing to me.

I checked in with A-pusher and some of our coworkers the next day and the result was we have all decided that I’m A-pusher’s imaginary friend. It turns out that pretty unknowingly played into the game by recounting a story of lemon tarts. I guess pretty has the same imaginary friend as A-pusher.

Perhaps you’re wondering why no one showed A-pusher’s family a photo of me. Duh, because none exist. This was bewildering to A-pusher’s sister. She apparently demanded why no one had a picture of me. I guess the general excuse was that no one would dare try to take a photo of me. 👍

But I quite like this idea that I’m the imaginary friend. I am SO. AMUSED. by this idea. I’m not entirely sure why. I wonder if this is a newfound super power: the ability to become someone’s imaginary friend. I will have the think about this.

A story: In which a lizard loses its tail

One time when I was taking out the trash cans, I got distracted by something moving erratically in my peripheral vision.  It was long and skinny and flopping around kind of crazily.  I was pretty sure it was a lizard’s tail, but it was flopping around and twisting so crazily that at first it kind of looked like a small snake.

Yes, a small snake.  Meaning, it was a rather long tail.  Meaning, it must have come from a rather large lizard.  Large enough that you’d think I would have seen a lizard running around.  But I never did.  There was no evidence of a lizard.  Other than its tail flopping around by the trash cans.

Anyway, I watched the tail writhe on the floor for a while because I was wondering how long it would keep that up.  My brother decided to come out and join me in watching the tail.  He expressed a moderate amount of disgust.  Yaris was very interested in the tail as well, but I told her she wasn’t allowed to go close to it.  So she went to do something else (in a huff).  The tail gradually ramped down its theatrics for about 5 minutes and was probably completely still after about 10.  I left it there.  I forgot to check on it the next morning but I’m going with the assumption that some animal carried it off for a snack.

I feel sorry for the lizard.  I’m sure losing one’s tail is quite stressful.  And then you have to expend the energy and resources to grow a new one.  And the new one is never the same as the old one.  If I had seen the lizard, I would have let it escape without any issues.  I had no intention of harming it.  I like lizards.  They’re friends.  Poor lizard dropped its tail for nothing.

Anyway, here’s a smallish article on lizards dropping their tails.