The Greenish Yellow Rubber Fish

While taking down the old ceiling fan Sunday I found a rubber fish on top of the motor. Now, ever else might be true, the rubber fish wasn’t born there, didn’t make a mistimed jump up a waterfall and land there, and it didn’t get there without some sort of help from someone.


Of course, I am discounting Divine Intervention here. I cannot think of a deity who might have, for some mystical reasons, left a greenish yellow rubber fish on top of a ceiling fan motor as some sort of sign. Perhaps the One True God is one who leaves greenish yellow rubber fish as signs to those it means to save from the Coming Of The Great Bear, but I won’t lose any sleep over not getting the message. That’s one thing that’s always bothered me about the Supernatural world  is its inability to speak in a language that everyone can understand and with crystal clear messages. Leave me a greenish yellow rubber fish and I will be just as heretical before the event as after.


This ceiling fan was the only one left in the house from the original owner, who took the rest with her when she left. It was an old and clunky thing that made a weird clucky noise as it ran. Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, was the sound that I listened to for seven years in warm weather, when I wrote, but it was a rhythm thing, really. I was showing a friend something I had written and she told me she was going to tear the damn thing down and beat me over the head with it if I didn’t replace it. Seven years, Mike, you’ve let that thing slowly die for seven years for the love of the Northern Wind get a new one! Women are weird that way. But I’ve learned not to argue with women. Arguing with is woman is a lose-lose situation, and as soon as a man realizes this, he’s well on his way to happiness. The fan had to go.


But how did the fish end on the top side of the ceiling fan motor? I could see some child throwing the greenish yellow rubber fish up at the blades to see a Flying Fish. Maybe the child was throwing more than one fish, and all of a sudden couldn’t find one of them. Kids can get fixated on toys, and I would bet after getting a mother, an aunt, or everyone around to help look, the fish had vanished into thin air. Kinda,


Wouldn’t it be weird if I tracked down the previous owner and gave her the greenish yellow rubber fish, and she in turn found the kid who lost it? The house sat vacant for three years, I’ve been here for seven, and that would make a ten year old twenty by now. Here, Roger, here’s that damn greenish yellow fish you lost in my house a decade ago. Roger would freak.


Yet there is no Roger, at least not that I know of, and I’m not about to find the previous owner and tell her the story about the greenish yellow rubber fish. There are no obscure gods warning me about the end of the world, and in the end, it’s just a greenish yellow rubber fish, found on top of a ceiling fan motor. But that’s how my mind works, as you can very plainly see. There is no object too weird and nothing so insignificant that I cannot find a way to write about it. And I will always wonder how the greenish yellow rubber fish, found a home on top of a ceiling fan.


Should I put it on top of the new one?



Take Care,


Mike Firesmith   Mike Firesmith wrote
on 5/17/2008 5:43:32 AM
I'm taking on all theories as to how the fish got there, Sweetpea

Mike Firesmith   Mike Firesmith wrote
on 5/8/2008 4:38:28 AM
Yeah, I think the fish ought to go back up, too. Maybe one day another essay will appear.....

ClaireCollins   ClaireCollins wrote
on 5/8/2008 12:26:24 AM
Put the fish back so whenever you move out, the next people who move in will think it's a sign from God!

Mike Firesmith   Mike Firesmith wrote
on 5/6/2008 7:11:43 AM
Yeha, I think so too. But the fan had to go, really.

seeker561   seeker561 wrote
on 5/6/2008 7:06:04 AM
"The fan had to go'"...............Or the woman.............

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