I can only sit and sigh –
It seems the hot air man’s come by.
For all he talks of this and that,
It amazes me he isn’t flat.
Monthly Archives: January 2016
The Hot Air Man
The Little Girl & The Plane
LITTLE GIRL: Let go! [She strains to pull a toy plane off the ground.] Let go! It’s mine! [There’s no reply. She yanks on the plane, and suddenly, the plane moves across the floor away from her. Its sudden movement makes her fall backwards.] Ow! Mooo-oooom!
[We hear the sound of rushing footsteps as the little girl cries. The door bursts open, and a woman rushes in.]
MOM: What happened? Are you hurt? [She rushes to the little girl, and seeing no injuries, pulls her close.] What’s wrong, sweetie?
LITTLE GIRL: Mooom, she…[sniff] w-wouldn’t let…[sniff] m-me p-play with my…[sniff] my plaa-aa-aane!
MOM: What? Why not?
LITTLE GIRL: She… [sniff] she says girls [sniff] caaan’t.
MOM: Well, that’s not very smart. [The little girl jumps and stares up at her mom. Simultaneously, the plane moves with a hard thunk.] You can throw all the tantrums you want. It won’t change the fact that girls can play with planes just fine. [The plane clanks again, and the mom looks levelly at the air above it.] And anyone who steals a little girl’s toy is just plain mean. [There’s silence except for the girl’s sniffles. The mom gets up and easily picks up the plane.] Here you go, honey. Play all you want.
A New Goal
A new goal, I hope unsolicited,
For people I’ve recently visited.
The ambition goes something this way:
That their happiness when I arrive
Be bigger and less contrived
Than their joy when I go away.
Another Pause (Novel-Wise)
I can’t seem to go very long without writing something about sleep, can I? I’d say it was a sign I need more, but I already knew that – and knowing doesn’t seem to help.
But I didn’t interrupt your day to talk about that.
No, I just wanted to let people know that the novels are going to pause this week. It’s the same old story (hmmm. Let’s do a little more worldbuilding before posting again). I expect to be plotting this weekend. If I succeed at weeding out the time, they should be updated again next week.
Cross your fingers, and thanks for your patience!
If I Had a Blanket of Snow
If I had a blanket of snow
I would take it wherever I go
On those spicy summer days,
It would keep me cool and calm.
On frigid winter nights,
It would keep me balmy warm.
If they could make one water-proof,
It might make a decent boat.
But who would try it out
And watch it melt or float?
Dance On!
The tap dance of fingers,
Not to music but to thoughts,
Clicking in rhythms:
High, low, fast, and slow.
The number goes on
As the words flow.
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