It was a Wednesday evening.The calendar had been calling our names.
MEET.
Your library books are overdue.
Giddy with glee, I stayed taskful all day anxiously waiting to remit payment.
MEET.
Sprite-like, I sprinkled the finishing touches on my today and dashed my kiddos to their semi-permanent holding area until daddy would be home.
The coins in my pocket jangled loosely.
MEET.
Just before removing myself completely from my hub, an idea burst like bubble gum popping right.in.my.face.
And I acted on it in the most...
spontaneous |spänˈtānēəs|adjectiveperformed or occurring as a result of a sudden inner impulse or inclination and without premeditation or external stimulus
manner.
I grabbed a jar, 2 trusty Bics, and strips of paper I had on hand.Peace out.MEET.
6:30 couldn't get here fast enough.
A little change in my pocket.Our library books were long overdue.
3 hours came and went in a blink of an eye.My dinner table guests?
One dear lifelong friend.An obsessively ridiculous amount of homemade egg rolls piping hot.A glass of cabernet savignon for me.Make that 2 glasses.A jar filled to the brim with questions to ask one another, dreams to recite & share, topics of fashion to comment on too.Plus, one wonderful waitress who chose to play along.
Pockets turned inside out as fines were forked over; my cup of friendship overflowed.I was restored.We met.
And the jar?We didn't finish.Strips of paper are still sitting pretty awaiting a 2 finger plucking.
And I am scrounging underneath car seats and in between couch cushions anxiously awaiting my next overdue notice in the mail.
.mac :)
manner.
I grabbed a jar, 2 trusty Bics, and strips of paper I had on hand.Peace out.MEET.
6:30 couldn't get here fast enough.
A little change in my pocket.Our library books were long overdue.
3 hours came and went in a blink of an eye.My dinner table guests?
One dear lifelong friend.An obsessively ridiculous amount of homemade egg rolls piping hot.
Pockets turned inside out as fines were forked over; my cup of friendship overflowed.I was restored.We met.
And the jar?We didn't finish.Strips of paper are still sitting pretty awaiting a 2 finger plucking.
And I am scrounging underneath car seats and in between couch cushions anxiously awaiting my next overdue notice in the mail.
.mac :)
2 comments:
Sweet mercy that was a good night! I find myself thinking of things to put on the next set of papers in the next jar! My word for that night, JOY. My word for the next time, anticipation!
CLAM
You have inspired me...
http://hopesethigh.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-days-of-words-or-23ish-if-you-are.html
:) Write on!
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