On a late-morning walk with his dog Jazz, the (slightly hungover) writer, lost in thoughts of War of the Worlds, suddenly sees on the horizon a strange black ball, with eyes, resting on a tripod. Meanwhile, Jazz is preoccupied with other “business.”
That was one of the most embarrassing events of my life. It was awful arriving to class, when all the other kids were seated properly at their desks, being dragged into the room by my mother.
That day, the bank was having a bake sale as a fundraiser for a local charity. Mom, of course, wanted to look at the baking after she finished her banking. So when she finished up with the teller, we wandered over to the baking table where we ran into Mary, one of Mom’s past employees.
So, I’ll be selling my firstborn in order to pay for my crown, and I don’t even get to show it off unless I walk around pointing it out to everyone. I don’t think, in general, people would go for that. Mouths are meant to be kept closed, or at least partially closed, at all times.
He captured my heart. There was a sweetness to him, a calm that was mysterious in some way. I felt like we had known each other before. Perhaps in a past life we had been lovers, in Rome or Paris, somewhere romantic where our love had been extinguished by prejudice or pride.
Life is so sweet. There is so much to do and, it seems, so little time. As I age, time slips by so quickly; it’s almost frightening. Will I ever get to do the things I want to do before I die? Will I see my grandchildren and watch them grow?
It was like being in boot camp for old rockers, trying to keep up with her. And just like Penny Lane in the movie, Al seemed to know her way around the place.
I know I’m not alone when I say this year, 2020, has given me the ride of my life. It has been long for everyone for a variety of reasons. A global pandemic, industries crashing, unemployment skyrocketing and now extreme wildfires in the West of the States (where I happen to be located). Thankfully the world wasn’t completely on fire when I had the best worst week of my life.
Well, when gifts were finally being opened this particular Christmas, I came across a huge box under the tree for me. All I could think was maybe my parents bought me the stereo I had been dreaming about!
When I would visit her when she lived in Ottawa, she would take me to parties – parties in restaurants. I felt like a celebrity, because for me it was only celebrities that partied in restaurants. The people at these parties were different too. They had foreign-sounding names and talked with accents – German and British.