Sorry
about the bologna sandwiches. I didn’t get to the store for groceries. I’ve
been busy working. Well no, I didn’t get a job but I still write. Pardon? Oh,
um, I’m writing another novel. I get so caught up in my story and my writing
and all those crazy characters that time just runs away with itself. Seems like
everything else just slips my mind. Why yes, I knew you were coming but those
weeks just sort of flew right by. Another dill? Mustard? Of course, here you
are. I’m sure there’s enough left. Just give it a big squeeze. Oh, a little
messy, but there you are.
As
I was saying, I write. I’ve been working on a short story for a contest. So
much editing. Well, I try. Yes, it sure takes up a lot of my time. And then
there are the book reviews I submit. Of course I have to read the books first. Reading.
I used to read for hours and hours. Days. Now, I try to fit in a bit of reading
each week. The pleasure reading, you know. Oh, yes, certainly, reading is
always pleasurable but there’s a difference between reading, say a book for a
review or one written by a friend, and curling up with a juicy murder mystery
and a big bowl of popcorn...say, would anyone like popcorn?
Oh,
that’s our cat. She’s a Persian but she has a lion cut right now. I guess she
does look strange, yes. It does look like a lion’s tail. No, I think she likes
it. Her fur doesn’t get all matted when she’s shaved like that. No, no, we have
her groomed just a couple of times a year.
Here,
let me help. I have a lint brush somewhere. Yes, we have a cat and a dog. Dog
hair, you know how it is. No? Ah well, she likes to sleep on the couch. That
would be why. And the bed. No special place. She moves around. She’s sweet
though, don’t you think?
I’m
not sure about Lex. Could be part shepherd, beagle. She’s, you know, a sweet
little mutt. Yes, you’re right. A sweet, hairy,
little mutt. Another sandwich? No? Really? I thought you were spending the
night. A weekend visit is what you mentioned on the phone. Say, how about
taking a drive to town. We could get a sno cone or ice cream bar for dessert.
How about it folks?
Okay,
I understand. If this is about the bologna sandwiches, I just remembered I have
some chuckwagon chili in the freezer. And if I’m not mistaken, I have some
hamburger buns that have been in there for awhile. We should eat those too. I
can slap some garlic butter on them and toss them under the broiler. Bet we
wouldn’t even notice the freezer burn.
Well,
if you insist. Watch your step. Would you look at the way that shrub grew right
across the bottom step of the porch. Isn’t that just too crazy. Oh my, I
haven’t been out for awhile. Is it always this warm? Must be the humidity that
made those thistles grow so big. I’ve got one of those little pruning saws.
That might cut through it. Eventually.
No,
thank you. Great visit. Stop by again
when you can stay longer. I’ll be finished my novel soon and then I’ll take a
break. Get groceries. I’m sure that store is still open at the plaza. Do some
gardening. Whoa, would you look at that. What is that thing?
Okay
then, bye. So long, folks.
Only so much time to read, write, and do everything else in life. By the way, this post reminded me, I need to trim some of the bushes around my yard too.
ReplyDeleteTerry, though this story was based on fear, not fact, however hard I strive for balance, it's unattainable.
DeleteBy the way, I had twelve for dinner yesterday and there wasn't a bologna sandwich in sight. hahaha Now, for some gardening...
Love it! Absolutely love it. The truth hits me in the face. Real life sure does get in the way of a writer's life. (hugs)
ReplyDeleteThanks Audrey. I was feeling frustrated when I wrote this. Why can't I have it all? How do I get so absorbed in my writing that I miss what's happening in the 'outside' world. I'm glad other writers can relate.
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