Miracle Myx Gives Tanks

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"It's not going to roll over me, is it?"

"It isn't?" I said.

"Dave ...!"

"I mean ... it isn't," I said.

"Looks heavy," Myx said.

"I've gotten in trouble for words very like those, Myx."

"Ever heard of the word 'tact?'"

"Heard of it--yes! Using it off the cuff is another thing."

"The turret is here, but the barrel is gone, probably for safety reasons," Myx muttered--probably to himself.

"Ya think?" I said sagely.

"Makes it kind of impotent, just like a certain ..."

"Don't even think of going there, Myx!" I had always wanted to use that cliche!

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Miracle Myx Rounds Off

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"Ya really think the arrow is necessary?"

"Myx, it's not only for pointing," I said.

"You're not going to attach some sort of analogous or symbolic meaning to it, are you?"

"I'm not?"

"Here we go," Myx said.

"Complementary," I enjoined. (See how I used "enjoined" here to look smart even though it's awkward!)

"Hmmm?"

"I'm complementing the pointed arrow shape of the Irish Round Tower," I said.

"The only one in Massachusetts, right?" Myx asked even though he knew.

"The only one in the USA, I believe, Myx." I know how to play along.

"If we're done, Dave, point the way out of here."

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Miracle Myx Gets Prayed

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"PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum," Myx said in a booming voice.

"Let me guess: Latin?" My five years as an altar boy weren't wasted, you see; I could still recognize the language anyway.

"The Our Father, Dave."

"And are your prayers floating up to ... what do we call it in MIRACLE MYX?"

"The glow room," Myx said. "I like when you says 'we' even though you wrote it."

"I know how you want to be included in anything substantial."

"And you call this substantial?" Myx almost laughed the question out.

"Close as we get, isn't it?"

Instead of answering, Myx decided to call out one more prayer, the Hail Mary:

"AVE MARIA, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae."

"Amen," I said.

"Amens ... Myx Amens," Myx replied.

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Miracle Myx Takes Shape

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"This is kinda strange," Myx said.

"Strange for everyday people, or strange for us?" I asked

"Strange for everyday people. Our readers don't know what we don't show them. That's some really weird stuff."

"It's topiary, Myx."

"Duh! From the Latin topiarius--"

"Uh-oh, here we go," I said.

Myx didn't seem to mind my interruption. He got used to them, and now even anticipated them and played off of my verbal insertions.

"--which means creator of places. Art is made from plants such as arborvitae, bay laurel, holly, yew--"

"Yew done yet? Get it, Myx--yew!"

Myx ignored my brilliant wit.

"--myrtle, and privet. Dave, I wish you had a voice like our friend here--the giraffe."

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Miracle Myx Blooms

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"Summer is wonderful," Myx said.

"These flowers got you in a good mood?"

"Why not? Better than the ice and cold you put me through last winter, Dave"

"Each season has it's own beauty, Myx."

"If I recall, you had a coat on when we went out."

"Myx, we're not here on this beautiful day to argue. This is a celebration of the wonder and awe we should feel when witnessing nature," I said.

"I appreciate nature, Dave. I just wanted to point out that one fact."

"What fact?"

"That, in the cold, you had a coat on and I had nothing," Myx said.

"Not true," I countered. Let's see if Myx would bite!

"Huh?" Myx said.

Close enough.

"Myx, I had a coat, but you had a book jacket!"

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Miracle Myx Crawls Ahead

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We were in Worcester--at the common. Myx was sure the fountain, which was dry, was going to erupt at amy moment and deluge him.

"Let's just hurry up," Myx said.

"Myx, there's dirt, dust, and debris there. No water for a long time--get it?"

"Getting it is just what I afraid of. Getting wet."

"I should have put you on that turtle's back, " I said. "Then there'd be no chance of a hosing."

"That reminds me: What did the snail riding on the turtle's back say?"

Every once in a while, Myx likes to tell a joke. Who am I to not play along?

"What?" I said to be the straight man--not that I'm not a straight man all the time anyway!

"Wheeeee!" Myx said.

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Miracle Myx Busts Out

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"That's the father of our country, Myx!"

"George Washington--a great man," Myx agreed.

"In MIRACLE MYX, you have an encounter with another great man," I said.

"You're meaning JC?"

"Errr--if by Julius Caesar, you mean JC--then, yes!"

Myx seemed to warm to this subject and began: "He was there sitting on the desk, a bust not as big as this one, but it did have a lot of weight to it."

"And you respected it and left it right there?" Hey--so I'm leading the witness; that's what I do!

"Let's just say Julius helps me out by leading the way," Myx said. "Readers will have to find out how I follow him."

"You have some gall, Myx!" I didn't like the look Myx gave me because of my pun--I think he wanted it for himself.

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Miracle Myx Spins

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"What goes up must come down spinning wheel got to go round."

"Why didn't I see this coming, Myx?"

"You got no money, and you, you got no home--Spinning wheel all alone."

"You can't just sing this whole blog. Not just because you're in front of a spinning wheel," I said.

"Would you mind a reflecting sign--Just let it shine within your mind--And show you the colors that are real."

"You don't expect me to really answer any questions or interact, do you?" Myx gets into a song and doesn't get out until he's ready.

"Someone is waiting just for you--spinning wheel is spinning true."

"True may be a bit of a strong word here, Myx. We should get going; any last words of mimicked wisdom?" I said.

"Drop all your troubles, by the river side--Ride a painted pony--Let the spinning wheel fly."

"Myx, you squeeze out of me all my blood, sweat, and tears," I said--rather proud of my cleverness!

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Miracle Myx Takes A Minute

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We were at the Lexington Green, the scene of the very beginning of the Revolutionary War.

"How does it feel to be this close to a brave and famous man?" I asked.

"Please tell me you're not talking about yourself, Dave," Myx said.

"I'm talking about the famous leader behind you, Myx. I'm talking about the Captain--Captain John Parker."

"The Minuteman," Myx added.

"You're exactly right, Myx."

"Fitting we should be here in July--just after we commemorate the signing of the Declaration of Independence."

"It does give you a real sense of history here, Myx.

"Do you want to tell everyone why you're known as the 'Minuteman' too, Dave?"

"Errr--that would be a no!"

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