A: You know it's not fair to
have snow in March.
Z: Depends on how you look at
it. Kids revel in snow days, even in
March."
A: Parents go batty. (Pauses as she glares at her boots that
simply refuse to cooperate and slip easily onto her feet) Oldies, like us, get cabin fever.
Z: I'm not old, I'm wiser. (Looks out the window to the still falling
snow, and then at Ang's struggle) I
would have bought boots that fit.
A: They used to!
Z: Fat feet syndrome, eh?
A: We do not, EVER use the F
word! (Face turns crimson as much from
irritation as from pulling on her boots)
I have fluffy feet.
Z: Too many salty pretzels, huh?
A: If you must know, I brushed
off most of the salt. The boots are old,
and I just haven't gotten 'round-to-it boot buying.
Z: (Finds the can of pretzels
and starts to munch, careful not to let any salt fall) Told you not to come in to the office
today. Could have worked from home. We could have Skyped. You wouldn't have this new conundrum.
A: I wouldn't call this a conundrum. (One final push-shove-shove-push-loud groan
got the boot in place) And I'm not going
home just yet. I checked, main roads are
still clear.
Z: Soooo, why are you putting on
your boots?
A: Because I am fortunate.
Z: How apt of you to use the
word fortunate. To steal from an old philosopher, "Fortune is a
god..." We have been granted an absolute privilege to be able to channel
our creativity, draw upon a life of experiences, and some writing skill, all with
a purpose of entertaining. "Industry is fortune's right hand, and
fragility her left." is an old proverb. So, to put all that in a pistachio
shell..., (he looks confused for a nano second, having ranted) you are indeed fortunate that the roads
aren't hazardous and we can spent more time working together. Which brings me back to the point. Why are you putting on your boots?
A: (In her best Anna voice, which doesn't come even close to Anna's voice, she
sings) Do you wanna build a
snnnnowwwwman?
Z: You gotta be kidding me. You said you didn't like snow in March. Now, you want to play in it?
A: (Pulls out his boots from a
hiding place and hands them over) I said
it's not fair, but since it's here, we might as well enjoy.
Z: But we're oldies. (Quibbling obvious)
A: And wiser so that means we'll
make a really good snowman.
Z: You are indeed fluffy, lady,
but not in the feet. The head! (He mumbles as he puts on his boots) So, was there a purpose, a moral, a vent, or
at least any logic to this blog.
A: Yup, to paraphrase a partial
quote from Brain Krans, Don't exist. Live.
Get out, explore. Thrive... (Grins) and build snowmen. Oh, and bring the pretzels!
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