The recycling bin is full of water. On the radio, I heard lingering mention of the bomb threat in Portland. I threw a banana peel into the yard and watched two movies about adoption and child custody, and because it was on sale bought another Tofurkey to eat for three dinners. And also: a bottle of wine. Drinking half reminded me of Thanksgiving. How is a week already so long?
If I wrote all that down, it would be a story, and not a consequential one. I wonder if a quote would be more meaningful. Like from a song, or tombstone. But that's not what this is about. I'm trying to think of what I heard today. The original purpose: recount.
We only read the Bible when students are here.
You pronounce it "abo-mi-nable," though local villagers call the creature Yeti.
There isn't a big enough house that's still nice; I'm about to tell Daniel he just has to live in a kid's room.
Did you hear the lyrics? The speaker lied to his landlord about getting a job, and now he's at the bar, just drinking. Count how many times he says "beer."
I guess those are four stories. But now it's late, and my mind is drifting, and I have to drive a long way tomorrow, and today was hard enough. I'm going to sleep with a pillow beside me. I expect the roads will be safer. I could take a train, listen to music. I know I'll wear a soft shirt.
Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.
ReplyDeleteA quote from my yesterday, though it was read in a book, not spoken.
Pleasant travels, my friend.