Hello… my name is Simbo.
And that’s Samba.
We’re just a couple of everyday ordinary elephants with a story to tell.
Samba loves to rhumba. But there hasn’t been a whole lot of dancing going on around here lately. As a matter of fact neither of us has been doing much of anything recently… except for maybe standing around… shuffling from one foot to the other in the dark. Oh storage was pleasant enough. Don’t get me wrong. And don’t worry. We were not alone!
For the past 14 months… there in that spooky dark storage space… Samba and I have had the delightful company of a whole bunch of sad sagging boxes filled with china just bursting to get out… a handful of dopey chairs… a pair of couches lounging around in the back…. a couple of stuck-up standard lamps… some upturned tables and a somewhat kooky and egocentric easel with adjustment issues. We even had a guitar or two and an amplifer… (man I couldn’t count on the knobbly toes of one gargantuan foot how many times I wished I could have put those two together!)
still trying to sort out the easel – it arrived in 4 bits
And then of course there was that angry looking slab of granite leaning menacingly up against the side wall with the look of death on his face.
I mean… what did he have to complain about? He was a tabletop for God’s sake! And still useful… [albeit at some time in the dim dark distant future]
In all reality… things weren’t all that bad… were they?
We elephants knew he wasn’t happy though… for not a day went by that big old slab of rock didn’t flex his not inconsiderable muscle and inconsolable abandonment issues and threaten to hurl himself over and end it all… [and flatten the pair of us in the process!] *Sigh*
But Samba and I knew better than that. Nothing was gonna flatten us! And it would take way more than this big slab of igneous insignificance!
the slab of granite – finally plonked “in it’s place”
And so it was for 14 months Samba and I remained unmoved… and nigh on unmovable.
For we had a secret… Samba and me. It was something we had both long suspected… but never really had “as fact”… until the big burly bloke from the removal company arrived to load us onto the truck.
It took three strong men to wrestle me first… and then Samba [singing joyfully]… “we shall ~ we shall ~ we shall not be moved” up into the back of their great big truck.
And you know?
That big old slab of granite could do nothing but stare in awestruck wonder at the sheer and utter majesty and “weight of purpose” of two small and otherwise [apparently] insignificant garden elephants!
We were magnificent!
Yes… we were the heaviest of all by far to shift… and there were now more than a few bad backs to prove it!
So here we are now in our new location. And don’t we look smart?
Samba is dancing again despite his broken foot. [An old injury and another story... he feels like such a "heel"]
But he’s happy enough for now.
Mem sahib is running around here somewhere… paintbrush in hand… and um… oh heck is that paint in her hair? Something tells me this might not be the kind of painting she had in mind. Oh well.
are we done yet?
There has been much to do in our new place. Boxes to unpack… chairs to cheer up with a new lick of paint… and paintings and furniture to be pushed and shoved around… and lugged into place. We elephants reckon she’s singlehandedly done a great job so far… and it looks as though she might almost be done.
time to hit the sand… yes?
It’s been easy for us really. They just lugged the pair of us here and left us to bask on this sunny pedestal.
Our life is good.
We do however have a couple of serious concerns about the zebra we just saw inside on the freshly painted chair. She sure looks a little bit cut up just sitting there… but on closer inspection… I’m pretty sure she’s faux.
PS Elephants have good memories but notoriously bad eyesight… [grin]
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Very Clever – loved your blog Mem Sahib x x x
Mem Sahib feeling somewhat wobbly on it today. Miss you guys terribly. More painting… that might help. Grin. Thanks Miss J x
Very happy for Simba and Samba, and for you too, Jean! The place looks great. So nice to have one’s “things” out of prison and placed where you can enjoy them. My dog Enzo likes to pile all his toys on the couch. He’s kind of obsessive about it. The other day I took the blanket covering to the couch to wash it, so I put Enzo’s “stuff” on the floor. When I got back from the laundromat he had moved all his toys to my bed (actually, the one the dogs let me sleep in), but when the blanket was returned clean to the couch he deliberately and methodically moved all his stuff back.
That’s so funny John. I like Enzo’s style! Emily and I were discussing “stuff” the other day. Seeing it again after a while makes you think about it. I know it sounds nutty but things can and do have an aura about them [maybe that's why we get attached to it] And maybe it’s just us projecting who we are onto an inanimate thing. But it’s funny how stuff can come to life. Thinking now about Renee Zellwegger’s character in Miss Potter and how Peter Rabbit and all his friends literally came to life on the page for her. Though it might take a good deal of imagination to see what she saw! Grin.
Hmmm… I think I feel a children’s book coming on… but then… I tought I taw a puddy tat too… but it was just my tweety pie cup in discussions with the teapot on the kitchen bench (((chuckles)))
Okay… time for work!
Go for the children’s book, Jean, you’d be good at it. If I wasn’t swamped with ongoing projects Enzo could be a book all by himself. His favorite toy is a stuffed doll, and he struts around the house carrying it proudly in his mouth. He’ll go from room to room for half an hour, jumping on the bed in the bedroom, back down, into the living room, on to the couch, down, to me at my desk to show it to me, and on and on. He’s been trying lately to get me to take him for a walk while he carries the leash in his mouth.
Did you get my e-mail regarding the flip camera?
Yes I did John. Thanks for that. Have just been really snowed under this past week. I will probably have more questions for you re the camera and your video challenge… so keep an eye on your inbox. As always I will have more questions than answers!
Enzo sounds so funny. I love the bit about him taking you for a walk with the leash in your mouth… or was it you taking him for a walk with the leash in his mouth? (((chuckles))) Either way he’s got you wrapped around his little finger… (um… paw?) But in a very good way tho.
The children’s books have been a bit of an ongoing project for awhile… but now that I have the practical space to get on with it… they should come together fairly quickly. Fingers crossed and all things being equal…