Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Meet Pesce

Yesterday Melissa informed me that my blog was too glum. I don't think so, but then I prefer to relay the funny rants from my frustrating days rather than wax poetic about my perfect shiny rainbow encrusted days. It's like Motherhood Uncensored once told me, when I admitted that reading her blog made me afraid to have children. She said (loosely quoted because combing through her blog for her response to my comment is a very daunting task) that she found it more interesting to talk about the frustration than to talk about the good days when her kids play together and say please and thank you. I guess I'm the same way.

And as Sabrina of Coffee Quill pointed out in her comment to yesterday's post, as a writer trying to get published, there is a lot of frustration and a lot of sitting on your butt at the computer typing and feeling just ever so slightly crazy while the little monsters nibble on your toes.

Be that as it may, perhaps a certain levity is necessary. So I thought I should introduce you to Pesce.

Pesce is our house demigod. I took the idea from one of my favorite fantasy books, The Hunters' Haunt by Dave Duncan. (Sidenote: one of the few books I actually enjoy rereading from beginning to end, as opposed to just reading my favorite scenes. So if you're looking for a fun stand alone fantasy book--check it out!).

Pesce came with the apartment. He is drilled into the wall next to the front door to protect us against evil spirits or Jehovah's Witnesses. He is not particularly inclined to speak, though you will notice that his mouth is always open.

He does not sing, though rumors suggest that he is an excellent singer.

By all accounts, he is a reserved, modest demigod--a rarity in these chatty times. I talk to him occasionally so that he does not feel snubbed or left out. And besides, I can't always talk to the vacuum cleaner.

Although, speaking of the vacuum, my old friend did not survive the move to Vermont. I now have a Dyson. The Dyson is much more intelligent than my old vacuum, though far less amusing. That whole ball technology has made him rather snooty, in my opinion.


  1. Anything with ball technology thinks too highly of itself.

    And thank you for the link. You make me sound much smarter than my own rambling comments.

    How are you pronouncing his name, Pes-ke or Peshe, I wonder? Because the latter makes me think of the actor Pesci, which is kind of awesome. I love finding those little details in a home.

  2. Haha I was pronouncing it Pes-ke but now that you mention it, Peshe/Pesci would be pretty awesome too. Maybe I should ask him which pronunciation he would prefer. I doubt he'll tell me--he's willfully obtuse--but I wouldn't want to risk upsetting him and waking up to Jehovah's Witnesses in my bedroom or something as a result.