I've wanted to write for so long, but I just don't have the time. I think I’ve mentioned before that for me writing isn't something I just throw together, it's a process. It's writing and editing and tweeking and rewriting and ... well you get the point. (And to emphasize this point, as I'm typing these very words Aidric has come into the room and asked for his vitamin. "Where's my vitamin mommy?,...where's my vitamin mommy? Mommy I want my vitamin...Mommy..." Hang on, I'll be right back)
This will continue all day, just substitute ‘my truck’, ‘my woobee’, ‘my crayons’ for ‘vitamins’ then ad in “Mommy you read my book”, “Mommy you sit here”, “Mommy you make a tower”, “Mommy you draw me a truck”…See, I've completely lost the thread, ...Oh yeah..
As I drive around through my daily life I see stuff and I want to write about it. I start to compose and edit in my brain, great stuff, really. But since my brain is not electronically wired to my computer that's usually as far as I get. I used to stop and write a brief note about what I saw, but two weeks later, it's just a note that has failed to capture the real point of the story (because I usually don't remember what point I was trying to make.) (Yes, I've got the Ginko Biloba vitamins on order, thank you). Yes, I know that many of my stories are pointless, but still. Well anyway, in that vein below are a few observations from the past few weeks. Wish me luck.
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In my younger days I fell in love with the MG Midget. (That's a car not a circus performer.) Click here for the Wikipedia entry in case you've never seen an MG
So picture me in my car, top down, wind in my hair, scarf blowing… and then me working on the little engine myself, little smudge of grease on my cheek, wiping my hands on an oily rag, another little job successfully managed...you can see what I mean, how romantic is that! So with that image in mind…
The other day I was heading home after dropping Aidric at school. As I joined the traffic coming into town I was cut-off by two men in a clown car, well, I wish it had been a clown car. It would have been far less sad and less humiliating for the little red MG.
The men were so large that the little red car had to have been built around them or they were shoe horned in with the world’s largest shoe horn. They rode in the little sportster with the top down. Not so that their hair could blow in the wind, since they both were sporting shiny pates, but probably because the little soft top could not have contained them. As the driver stepped on the gas, to complete his little maneuver of smuggly and effectively cutting me off in his speedy little roadster, the little cars engine growled in anger and humiliation. Anger at being forced to endure the humiliation of not quiet being able to pull of the 'in your face' maneuver to its true potential because of the two giants wearing it. As I pulled up next to them at the next corner I looked to see if their feet were sticking out the bottom a la Fred Flintstone. I felt bad for the little red MG, being forced to endure this torture and sort of bad for the man driving it because he couldn't afford a mid-life crisis that was closer to his size.
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Invest in Band-aid, now's the time as Aidric has apparantly entered his dare-devil phase. I'm going to start a notebook, for posterity, of his "A Bump Happened Today" reports from school. They all read 'Aidric fell off of "insert name of outdoor toy here" today and scraped his "insert name of body part here - usually knee or elbow but sometimes forehead or nose". A band-aid and TLC were applied'
Get in while he's still building up momentum. I bought tree boxes today, so we're off to a good start, I noticed the bump in stock prices immediately.
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And now a little something for the Aidric fans:
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