Monday, December 17, 2012

I'll be Back After the Paint Dries and the Watched Pot Boils

Val's internet is slow tonight, my friends. Slow. Like a line inching its way forward in a bakery to buy the last chocolate babka. Slow. Like an old lady tottering along, fiercely defending her marble rye from a scofflaw on the streets of New York.

Not slow in a good way. Like rocking on your front porch reading the home-town paper while waiting for the fireworks display to start.

SLOW! Like the old man in the car in front of you on two-lane winding blacktop, when you really wish you had stopped by the bathroom before leaving work. Like an eight-year-old telling you the plot of a Disney sitcom word-for-word while you are fourth in line at the DMV.

Not slow in a relaxing way. Like drifting down a clear, two-foot-deep creek on a lazy July afternoon, resting on a three-dollar yellow air mattress from the Dollar Store.

SLOW!!! Like a recalcitrant child dawdling over his lone household chore of taking out the trash and putting in a tall kitchen trash bag.

I just don't have the patience for this tonight.

3 comments:

  1. Slow, like the poky pace of the song "Desperado," which everyone should honor by shutting up and listening to it every time it's on the radio?

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  2. Listening toan eight year old...word for word...oh how painful. Not reduce the age by three or four years and you kow what I go through every Friday at Show and Tell.
    My computer is poky too.

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  3. Sioux,
    Yes. Unless you have the urge to dance to it. Be sure to use your thumbs, and little kicks. Might I suggest another song for your dancing pleasure? Try Wit-chay Woman.

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    Linda,
    I certainly hope they throw in a buttload of "AND...UM" for you. Glad to know someone else is suffering right along with me on the computer front.

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