You know how some days, you wake up and think, "WHAT am I going to write about today?" And then, as the day progresses, you know that problem has been solved, although perhaps not in the way you might have wished? Well, I'm having one of those days.
How do I write thee? Let me count the ways.
I write thee for the depth and bread and hype
My prose can reach, when I begin to type
About events in ordinary days.
Yeah. I kind of have three happenings to share. I'll limit myself to one each day. Let's start with the most mundane. Not that it happens all the time. Perhaps it's just the least interesting to minds other than Val's. It is the BREAD in the depth and hype sandwich of the above plagiarized partial sonnet.
THE CHECK WAS IN THE MAIL!
This afternoon EmBee expelled a little envelope with a return address of which I was not familiar. The Pony, always a postal inspector lest he miss a vital college communique, noted this envelope as well. I ripped it open and found a CHECK! A check for money! Money for ME!
It was my prize money for winning 1st Place in the nonfiction contest at the All Write Now Conference last Saturday.
Let the record show that I have yet to wave this moolah under Hick's nose. Hick. Who picked us up, made a U-turn (legal, of course), heard that The Pony and I were both winners, then harshed our mellow by saying, "Do you ever get any money for this writing stuff?" Yeah. Ebenezer needs to work on his timing.
Let the record show that Even Steven is constantly running in the background of Val's life. Although Hick has not yet been informed of today's windfall of $50, he made a trip to Walmart two hours after it arrived, and bought himself a drill for $43.71, to replace the one he has four chargers for that overheated while he was using it in the 105-degree heat index.
Fifty steps forward, forty-three-point-seventy-one steps back. The soundtrack of Val's life.
Been reading a couple times a week for some months, a fine column. You and yours sound rather typical at time, other times worth of calling cps, other times wishing you'd take up one or another of child care formulas.ReplyDelete
Do their names evolve as they age? Minor point.....
A couple of times a week...and still, you SURVIVE! The names remain the same. To protect the guilty.Delete
The man has radar, I tell you.ReplyDelete
He's pickin' up what I'm about to lay down in our bank account.Delete
Congratulations on earning/winning that $50. Let's hope Hick doesn't spend the rest of it.ReplyDelete
Thank you. It's almost as if I actually had the money in my hand to spend before it was Hicked away. He's off to Lowe's at this very moment to spend the rest of it and more on parts for The Pony's Sword Shack.Delete
Where are you planning on blowing that $6.29?ReplyDelete
I plan to double it, and send it off to the IRS next April.Delete
In one hand and out the other, right? Congratulations again on your win.ReplyDelete
Thanks. In my dainty hand and out Hick's meat-hook.Delete
Well after you declare that $50 (congratulations BTW) and pay your fair share to the tax man even-Steven should be right on track.ReplyDelete
Thank you. No need to call the IRS, I have already declared my intentions. Fishducky is my witness. No need to call Even Steven, because he has no trouble finding me when money or good fortune appears.ReplyDelete