Got Any Pictures
July 6, 2000
7:05 a.m.
We stayed up too late last night. This is a fact. But then, we just couldn't help ourselves, your honor. The Rocky Horror Picture Show was on. What a strange movie, eh? I think I saw it eight times when I was younger. My favorite thing to do was to take someone who had never seen it, and watch their reactions as toast and rice and toilet paper and card went flying through the air. Squirt guns, newspaper. The cat-calls. The inevitable collection of people who would act out the scenes. I guess it's still going strong at the midnight theatres. Gives me a few interesting thoughts for a story.   What this means is that I didn't get up early this morning. Lisa, I think, is still asleep--the value of working out of the home suddenly raises itself for all (or at least me) to see. I'm tired, force-feeding caffeine, and still trying to get my brain thinking straight in regard to this story. I'm even breaking my own rule and doing this entry before I plunge into my fiction. I will get a little more done on this story this morning, though. Don't you doubt it for a minute. "Our daughter has been away at camp the past week and through the rest of this one." I was at work, talking to a woman I know. "Oh," the woman said. "Has it been great?" I stumbled. No, I wanted to say. It hasn't been great. My eleven-year-old daughter is not in my life at this point. She's out tromping through the woods and making crafts and God only knows what else (with the exception that we know she hasn't been doing much letter writing). It's not been great at all. But I understood what she meant. "Yeah," I said. "But only kind of." She looked at me funny. "The first day or two was great," I said. "But from that point on it's just been terrible." She smiled. "Got any pictures?" And I dug into my wallet.  Brigid Counter: 3 Days Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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