Summer, week one.

Journal & Musing 1 Minute

Dog and I watched the sideways rain blast by until it was time to sit in the dark on the cold tile floor of the downstairs half-bath and wait for the roof to fly off. It didn’t.

And the door jam broke my toe, which is now taped to the one next to it.

But tonight, in a moment of inspiration I poured peach schnapps into a glass of strawberry lemonade. Nectar of the gods — that’s what I’m calling it. Its actual name is diabetes.

Summer, week one, composed by Chopin.

<insert melodramatic wrist to forehead>

Prelude in e minor, op. 28, no. 4

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13 thoughts on “Summer, week one.”

  1. “Dog” used as a proper noun made me smile. And I like the way the first sentence escalates into potential crisis. But then doesn’t. Very sorry about the toe, that is an ouch that really sucks and no way to start a summer. “It’s actual name is diabetes” made me laugh out loud. And finally the melodramatic wrist. Lots packed into a little, here. Highly entertaining (appendage injuries excepted).

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    1. Thanks, Walt. I thought the world might want to know how my summer is going so far. I chuckled at it, too. I crack myself up sometimes.

      I am writing something tonight for a place that contracts freelance writers. I have been given the task of salvaging a cheesy romance. Just a piece of it, really. It’s a trial run for them to decide if I’m worthy of working with them. I’m having a lot of fun with it. The story is so bad that there is nothing I can do that can make it worse. I’m thoroughly entertained.

      And yes, Dog is my special name for him. His real name is Hopper, but that’s just too many syllables.

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      1. MsJoyceMsUncagedMsSheUncagedHerself, that is such fantastic news! So very cool that you get the chance to prove your mettle by meddling with someone’s (subpar) romanticism! Please please please keep us (me) posted on this as it develops. Very exciting!

        My step sister once had a dog called Dog. Only she spelled it Dawg. And somehow pronounced it Dawg, too. Interestingly (maybe), Dennis Hopper was in a movie called True Romance, and had a dog. Called Rommel. Which is a very tenous connnection to anything we’re talking about here, at best. But still came to mind. Good luck with the script doctoring. Very cool.

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      3. How is it going with the salvaging of the cheesy romance(s)? I’m waiting to hear, and hoping that the fact that I haven’t means your knee deep in such projects. How did you get involved in such a thing to begin with, is a question that suddenly came up, just now, as I’m clacking away on the keys here. I’m missing your voice on my screen. You’re not the only one who is a fan of others’ wordings, you know.

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      5. I have given up on such things as trying to correct my texts or messages. I figure the recipient will figure out what I’m trying to say. But honestly, it bothers me, too. I held myself back from correcting a word in a comment I made on one of your posts today. I guessed that you would figure out what I was trying to say, but I imagined you cocking your head with wonder for a second.

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      6. Hi 🙂 I submitted the ridiculous 2000 words, and I passed. So now I’m vetted and good to go. But before I can start requesting orders, I have to put a couple of snippets of my work on my profile page. I set it aside for a bit because I couldn’t think of anything to write. I need to take care of that extra soon before things get really busy for me. I actually did think to update you, but I, well, don’t have a good excuse other than I’ve been lazy and detached from the world, which is weird since this place is my escape. Anyhoo. I really can’t wait to start that writing thing, partly because I just want to and partly because I might make it my sole income if it works out.

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      7. Congrats on getting that done. I’m excited for you and hope it goes gangbusters. Would you mind sharing the name of this place or their website. I’m curious to check it out.

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      8. Parts of my town have power now, but the power company said it could still be days before I get any. Turns out that hurricane did to my area exactly what hurricanes are expected to do. Anyway, data service is now available near the grocery store, and I can actually text people and look at internet and stuff. Crazy.

        The company is Urban Writers. I don’t know the names of the other companies, but I aim to find out.

        I hope you are well.

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      9. Oh, and I went to that post that you linked in your post (which incidentally isn’t there anymore…I might have rubbed off on you a little it seems). I love this guy! Of course, the one view I got from Canada that same day, which was probably him since I liked his post and followed him, was of a post I wrote that was so stupid. I’ve been keeping the stupid stuff up to help me overcome my fragile ego. Anyway, I thought that was funny.

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      10. You must be talking about Trent Lewin. I don’t remember linking to him but I guess I did. I also don’t remember whether I checked in with you to be sure you were okay, which if I didn’t I should have. It’s been a little rough around here this week. But that’s no excuse, and certainly not as rough for those down on the coast, such as yourself.

        Trent’s blog is definitely worth spending time on. The archives are full of magnificent things.

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