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When i get done with this I am going to see if it is clear outside. if it is, i am going to look for meteors. if its not, i am going to go to bed. earlier tonight, i found a frog in my kitchen sink. one of those small, sticky tree frog kinds. ummhmm. this has happened before. of course, i am motivated to move the frog because a kitchen sink is really no place for anything to live, expect coffee grounds and that small chunk of whitish food that is always in the drain. so i was thinking 'i'll guess i'll have to take you to the greenhouse,' because that is where i placed his predecessor. at that moment, the frog started to move to the stove top. uh oh. yup. he went down in the eye. ohhhh nooooo. what an awful place for a frog to live. well, he is just gonna get roasted and turn gray like that mummified frog i found in the fire place. a stove top. yes, an awful place for a frog to live. all metal and silver and cold or hot but never green or alive or like anything i think a frog might like. so i took the top off the stove top. an easier feat than i imagined. and there was the frog. resigned to me catching him, he didn't move as my hand swept down to pick him up. i tired to kiss him, you know 'cause the last time I found a frog in my sink i was rereading Still Life with Woodpecker and it is all sentimental and fairy taley when it comes to frogs and prince charmings and well, then there was this frog in my sink so I kissed it. not that anyone kisses any frogs in still life. well, they might. who knows. anyway, i was going to kiss this frog tonight because i was feeling goofy and i do feel endeared to frogs but it was climbing all over my hand and then it hopped onto my hoodie covered head and so i had no choice but to sit down outside until it hopped off. which was really not such a long time at all.