My Fanciful Accounts

“The act of writing is the act of discovering what you believe.” ~David Hare

Wakey, wakey! Time to get up! Dogs out, fed, watered and now they go back to bed. Coffee and pill. Shower then dress. Cereal supercharged with berries and nuts. Dishes to soak. Garbage gathered and tossed. Laundry loaded to wash. Sun out. Search the house. Search the cars. Sunglasses lost. Laundry shifted to dryer. Down the stairs. Out the door. Frost on car windows. Scrape, scrape, scrape some more. Pull out into street. Turn right, turn left. Feed the fish, check the house. Drive out. Part two. Turn right, turn left. Stop. Stop. Go! S-l-o-w-d-o-w-n. Garbage truck. Garbage dumped. Garbage man picks it up. Green lights times two. Go! Go! Till....S-l-o-w-d-o-w-n. Stump 1, Stump 2, and Stump 3. Com Ed and downed tree. Busy Briggs. Cops bust dude. Right, left, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 behind at the Michael Street stop. Cop turns into the donut shop. Right, left, dodge and dart some BIG, bad holes. Turn right. Cruise down the hill. Up the drive and pick-up mom. Out the drive and back up the hill. Right then straight.  Goose, goose and goose glide on the pond. Left, right, right, left. Doctor's office is now in sight. Write, wait, wait and write. Move them in. Move them out. Click and clack. Brrrrrng! Yak! Yak! Hi! Good-bye. Reverse. Drive back. Right, right, right then left then right. Down the hill then up the drive. Mom back home. Now my turn. Drive past horses wearing blankets grazing in pens. Smoke on the water, fog encased bridge. Coast past the golf course. Bounce over the tracks. Home again, home again....but wait. Wake up the daughter. Munch on a pear. Jot a few notes. Then, down the stairs and out the door. Belt up. Zoom out. On to I80 and get off on 45. Check out Orland Bakery. Shop at Trader Joe's. Load up the car. Pull out of the lot. Head for Rock Bottoms and lunch. Enjoy the girl's company and try to catch up. Sip on house rootbeer and chomp down the food. Back in the car and finally heading home. Carry in the groceries. One trip and two. Put them all away. Type in my adventure. Play with the dogs.


Time to get ready. Time to head out. The day has been busy, but the day is not done. I Can Read Club calls me for some Valentine's Day fun.

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