Don’t know why its gotta be busy like that. Just trying to keep the people happy I suppose, and the animals are beautiful people. It seems I’m rarely doing just exactly what I prefer to be doing.
And what do I prefer to be doing? Lord knows anymore. Used to be was just a-walking between a baguette and a museum, a-sitting under a tree on a park bench with a book, a-scribbling notes, looking about. Maybe now it’s marching along down my ‘to do’ list a-crossing stuff off. Sure feels pretty good when it’s anything out in the woods.
How’s my life, she asks. Oh, it’s about the same as yourn imagine. It’s on its way to perfection, like anybody else’s. That’s what my life is doing. It’s making its way to perfection and a-taking its own sweet time about it. While I wonder why it don’t just a-hurry up.