Meet Discordia

Discordia came home from college to visit today.

Discordia: “Go wash your hands! You didn’t wash your hands!”

Daffodil: “Aaugh! Everybody is bossing me around! I don’t want to be bossed around!”

Discordia: “I’m older. That’s my job.”

Daffodil: “It’s your job to boss me around?”

Discordia: “Yes.”

Daffodil: “So I should listen to you?”

Discordia: “Yes.”

Daffodil: “All the time?”

Discordia: “Yes. If you listen to me all the time, I won’t have to boss you around.”

Daffodil: “Aaugh!”


Welcome to Monsters And Daffodils

Monsters And Daffodils

Welcome to Monsters And Daffodils. I hope you won’t be too disappointed when you discover, as you are just about to, that there is only one Monster, and only one Daffodil, and that they are one and the same person, the Artist Formerly Known as The Pooka, or sometimes Mirazilla, and even Rocket Girl, though the latter not to the general public. The person in question being my youngest daughter, and we having been thrown together by Fate for most of the waking and, to the extent they existed, non-waking hours of her young life, I have been her Boswell as much as time and incipient Alzheimer’s permits. Her friends and admirers on Facebook have been encouraging me to share her doings with a wider audience, and this blog is the first step in that direction. They are also demanding a book, and so this blog will chronicle the progress of that endeavor as well.

As has already been indicated, Daffodil (her current cognomen) has gone through a lot of changes, and my style and approach to recording this has been evolving as well, so as I include items from the past, don’t be surprised if their presentation is quite different than more recent offerings. I am, too, in the process of developing these purely textual snippets into an illustrated format, so some changes to the original presentation may take place for that reason. Rest assured, however, that every utterance and action is recorded verbatim, because, well, you can’t make this shit up. However hyperbolic my prose may occasionally be, what is described is Truth.

As for the blog’s name, just moments ago I was set on calling it Daffodil Soup, soup being a metaphor for tasty mixtures of various elements, but a quick Google search informed me that daffodil soup is poisonous (which only encouraged me) and that there are restaurants by that name (which disturbed me) and that there is already a blog by that name, which seems to be the work of a foodie. This last item put me off the name. “Daffodil Melange” is just too highbrow, and “Daffodil Potpourri” is too twee, so we have Monsters And Daffodils because nobody else seems to have put those together, and I don’t have all day here. We must get this show on the road.