saving myself
It's not just on Sundays. Every time I walk downtown, I have the entire place to myself. I like to pretend I'm Charlton Heston in The Omega Man. More squishy than rugged, but the wardrobe's the same.
As I walked past the public library, I saw that the house facing it had a "Happy 85th Birthday Judy Garland!" poster on the front of it. The windows were plastered with 50s pinups. If it hadn't been raining, I would have stayed a little longer, hoping I'd run into the occupants.
I stood in the kitchen gadget aisle at Target, looking for an offset spatula (still no luck!), and imagining a deadly use for each of the implements hung on the wall. I think a wire whisk could be pretty handy when introduced to an eyesocket.
After I came home, I popped in Superman. Good memories with that movie. If we were well behaved little students, we were allowed to watch it on the last day of classes. I always ran home with my arms stuck straight out in front of me, pretending I was flying. I rescued many cats and small children on the flight home. My sister always tried to squirm away, but I couldn't help it if she was headed for the San Andreas Fault every time! The dusty dirt road we walked home on had many life-threatening cracks and crevices crisscrossing it.
I felt sufficiently super once the movie ended to haul out the Doomsday Machine vacuum. I defy anyone to find a wayward speck in here! I'm heartless to wayward specks. No wire whisk necessary.
As I walked past the public library, I saw that the house facing it had a "Happy 85th Birthday Judy Garland!" poster on the front of it. The windows were plastered with 50s pinups. If it hadn't been raining, I would have stayed a little longer, hoping I'd run into the occupants.
I stood in the kitchen gadget aisle at Target, looking for an offset spatula (still no luck!), and imagining a deadly use for each of the implements hung on the wall. I think a wire whisk could be pretty handy when introduced to an eyesocket.
After I came home, I popped in Superman. Good memories with that movie. If we were well behaved little students, we were allowed to watch it on the last day of classes. I always ran home with my arms stuck straight out in front of me, pretending I was flying. I rescued many cats and small children on the flight home. My sister always tried to squirm away, but I couldn't help it if she was headed for the San Andreas Fault every time! The dusty dirt road we walked home on had many life-threatening cracks and crevices crisscrossing it.
I felt sufficiently super once the movie ended to haul out the Doomsday Machine vacuum. I defy anyone to find a wayward speck in here! I'm heartless to wayward specks. No wire whisk necessary.