Pay No Attention to Me – I Have a Notebook and Pen
Yesterday was a bit of a boondoggle.
I’m in the city on one of my cat-sitting excursions.I came in this Monday, as they sister was leaving that evening, and I am watching her furry babies for a week. Tuesday, however, my wife had to go to a doctors appointment. So it had been arranged that I would feed the cats their breakfast and drive home to watch over the kitten and the sheep, to make sure neither got in trouble while she was away.
The kicker about the situation was that my wife’s appointment was … yup – in the city.
Yesterday also happened to be the day that the day old chicks we had ordered were to come in to the feed store we use. They were supposed to be in for one in the afternoon, so we agreed I would swing by there on my way and grab them.
I arrived at quarter after one. No chicks yet. The truck had broken down about an hour down the road. I shrugged and parked the van out of the way and set in to wait.
My wife didn’t have to leave the house until 3, so I figured we’d be fine. In fact, it wasn’t too much longer that the company told the feed store the truck was back on the road.
So, like I was trying to get out of Casablanca – I waited… and waited… and waited.
No one seemed to know what was taking the truck so long. The feed store staff were none too pleased, and, I confess, I could have been happier.
Finally it was three. My wife left for her appointment, and we both crossed our fingers, and hoped the truck would pull in any second. The kitten is old enough to be left alone… in theory. This was the first real time test.
The only reason I didn’t go crazy, cursing, and cankerous? A full sized note book and a working pen. Sometimes, being a writer is real blessing. Sure, the truck didn’t come until after my wife called to say she was on the way back. Sure, I sat from one thirty or so, to four thirty or later. Sure, I got home only five minutes before my wife.
It was all okay to me because… I wrote.
A new short story is well on its way! I got the urge, the whisper in the ear, and I was off! This wasn’t just good for passing the time waiting, because of the spurt of writing yesterday, this morning I was able to open the fifth novel in the white Dragon Black series and get back to work on it, for the first time since my computer crashed and burned.
The sheep behaved, the kitten slept through it all as far as we can tell, and I got writing again. In the end, it almost seems a win… oh, and the chicks are, as always, adorable.
Filed under: Homesteading, MIscellaneous, Writing Tagged: 5th novel, casablanca, cats, chicks, Jonathan Alvey, kitten, sheep, short story, waiting, White Dragon Black Series, writing
