I am going to miss this show. I used to watch it when it first came out when I lived in Toronto. At that time, it just felt too weird watching a man who had similar behaviours that one of my colleagues had. Granted, Mr. Monk’s were more exaggerated but I remember how this particular colleague got on the nerves of many of my peers. He was sweet….no, not Mr. Monk, but my colleague but like Mr. Monk he bordered on annoying, brilliant and absolutely frustrating.
So a month ago I started binging on Mr. Monk’s 8 seasons on Netflix. I laughed, cried, connected and warmed up to this guy in so many ways. Last night was my last episode and I am saddened to have had to say goodbye yet, knew it was time. There are just so many more you can add to his situation of chasing the murderer of his wife, Trudy.
I loved that guy and everyone associated with him. It is a great show on detective work and mostly on tolerance and true friendship.
So tonight, I decided to write a blurb to say Goodbye, Mr. Monk, you will be missed.
Sleep...that is what she seeks, sleep ...that is what she needs fall into oblivion crib of downy comfort sleep...that is what she seeks sleep...that is what she needs finally at the crack of dawn just before those early chirps eyelids sealing shut...
running aimlessly breathing heavily strangers in the night
running aimlessly hear the sounds of heathens searching for the light
breathing heavily lethal inhalations fill her lungs with sin
strangers in the night flee as she awakens nightmares now begin
waiting patiently steady purring heals the soul nature, at its best
Sitting in her late mother’s rocking recliner, she pets her black cat gently. The silky fir feels nice to her touch and the more she takes pleasure in stroking her tiny head and slender body she feels her heart beating slower. The loud steady vibrations of the purring is making her smile.
It’s like getting a booster shot of valium,, a third glass of wine or a few tokes of MJ. The lightheaded feeling makes her smile again and she admires that sweet innocence of her one year old cat.
She feels blessed. Her other cat with her hypnotic eyes also comfort her. She is truly a lucky woman.
After snoozing the alarm four times, she rolls over and greets her bff, petting her thick soft fur and whispering “I love you’s”. She then finally rises to the challenge of another new work week. Shuffling to her other bff, she opens the door to the guest room and hears the joyful purrs and meows this unique creature has. Her name is Kali. She runs up to her big, fluffy sister, Bette and is greeted with a hiss. No problem, little Kali seems to be thinking and she runs to her mistress for a pet and then lies on her tummy stretching her front paws about a metre distant from Big Sis and waits for some sign that maybe today will be the day they will play…such a patient little thing!
It is amusing to watch these two felines as she runs a hot bath to oil her old joints and then she moves on to the morning REAL priority: starting the coffee and feeding the cats.
Another week is starting and she tries very hard not think about it. Although she loves the support she offers, she is finding less comfort in the environment which no longer seems to shed enough light. She can literally hear the grumbling from within her peers’ body language and darkness hovering over their heads…
relentless deafening screams within daunting reminders
relentless dark clouds casting shadows foreboding
deafening screams within hearing their disturbing tales smothered in despair
daunting reminders exhaling melancholy sighs of helplessness