I haven't been the same since that house fell on my sister...
Still very cold. No shock, there. It is winter, but I look out the window and see the chilled patina covering everything and mildly resent the weather. Joan and I cannot move her garbage can from the front of her house; it’s been frozen to its spot since several days ago and we cannot budge it (yeah, I know. We are some kind of weaklings).
So, decide to stay indoors and do…something. Read or write or eat (my fave) or practice witchcraft (the good kind, the good kind). Or, I could... Ah, the phone is ringing!
…or I could talk on the phone!
MAN: Heelloo.
I don’t recognize the voice. A bit unctuous, it is.
ME *guarded*: Hi.
MAN: I’m just calling from the Shakespeare Theater and…how are you this fine afternoon?
MY BRAIN: Oh, no! A call to ask for money. I don’t have any money! I don’t have a job! I don’t want to hear the spiel.
ME: I’m fine but…
MAN: I want to thank you for being such a generous donor in the past and…by the way, how did you like our last performance?
ME: I’ve never been to see one at your theater.
MY BRAIN: Splendid! Now he’ll go away.
MAN: Oh? Well, anyway, you know about the Free for All summer shows we have, yes?
ME: No.
MAN: Great, well we are calling to let our donors know about our plans for this summer and…
ME *interrupting*: I’ve never donated to your group and I’ve never seen a show there and I’m sorry but…
MAN: …can we count on you?
ME: No.
MAN: You don’t have to give in one lump sum. It could be donated over a period of time. Are you in?
ME: No.
MAN: The actor who was in last summer’s performance of a Midsummer’s Night Dream is returning. He was great, didn’t you think so?
ME: No. I mean, I’m sure he was great but, as I said, I’ve never…
I’m really unhappy about how ineptly I am handling this telemarketing call and I’m trying to think of a word that could really sum up my feelings right about now.
MAN: …And he will reprise his role as Puck.
MY BRAIN: Ah, yes. Well. At least it rhymes with the word you need.
So, decide to stay indoors and do…something. Read or write or eat (my fave) or practice witchcraft (the good kind, the good kind). Or, I could... Ah, the phone is ringing!
…or I could talk on the phone!
MAN: Heelloo.
I don’t recognize the voice. A bit unctuous, it is.
ME *guarded*: Hi.
MAN: I’m just calling from the Shakespeare Theater and…how are you this fine afternoon?
MY BRAIN: Oh, no! A call to ask for money. I don’t have any money! I don’t have a job! I don’t want to hear the spiel.
ME: I’m fine but…
MAN: I want to thank you for being such a generous donor in the past and…by the way, how did you like our last performance?
ME: I’ve never been to see one at your theater.
MY BRAIN: Splendid! Now he’ll go away.
MAN: Oh? Well, anyway, you know about the Free for All summer shows we have, yes?
ME: No.
MAN: Great, well we are calling to let our donors know about our plans for this summer and…
ME *interrupting*: I’ve never donated to your group and I’ve never seen a show there and I’m sorry but…
MAN: …can we count on you?
ME: No.
MAN: You don’t have to give in one lump sum. It could be donated over a period of time. Are you in?
ME: No.
MAN: The actor who was in last summer’s performance of a Midsummer’s Night Dream is returning. He was great, didn’t you think so?
ME: No. I mean, I’m sure he was great but, as I said, I’ve never…
I’m really unhappy about how ineptly I am handling this telemarketing call and I’m trying to think of a word that could really sum up my feelings right about now.
MAN: …And he will reprise his role as Puck.
MY BRAIN: Ah, yes. Well. At least it rhymes with the word you need.