Normally, I write Sunday's column on Wednesday. That didn't happen yesterday. I sat down with my laptop and tapped the letters off the keyboard without writing a coherent sentence.
That happens from time to time. My standby ace-in-a-hole didn't work either. I dropped Jilda off at work and headed to a local coffee house. They have wireless connectivity and plenty of tables. I ordered a coffee and found a table in the corner. Slipping my laptop out of the bag, and pulling up Word, I was ready to jam out some copy as soon as my coffee arrived.
I picked up my java and sat back down with purpose and intention. Nada.
The conversation around me is normally a droning sound. But yesterday, I could pick up snippets of people talking. A group of what looked like high school girls were at a table nearby and they kept giggling. Without being obvious, I checked my zipper to make sure my barn door wasn't open and I also checked a reflection of my face on the screen of my laptop to make sure I didn't have a booger. No on both accounts.
I finally decided they were just enjoying each other’s company.
After a while, I snapped my laptop closed and sipped my coffee while looking out the window at the rain.
Droplets rolled down the glass. It looked like the windows were crying.
When my timer sounded, I loaded my laptop in the case, tossed my cup in the recycle bin, and headed back to pick Jilda up. I figured I'd get up early this morning and knock out the column. Turns out, I was right.
On our daily walk this morning I snapped the picture of a mound of ferns that sprang up. I had not seen them this week and this morning, they were there. Maybe I missed them, but I can't help believe that aliens came and planted them overnight.
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That happens from time to time. My standby ace-in-a-hole didn't work either. I dropped Jilda off at work and headed to a local coffee house. They have wireless connectivity and plenty of tables. I ordered a coffee and found a table in the corner. Slipping my laptop out of the bag, and pulling up Word, I was ready to jam out some copy as soon as my coffee arrived.
I picked up my java and sat back down with purpose and intention. Nada.
The conversation around me is normally a droning sound. But yesterday, I could pick up snippets of people talking. A group of what looked like high school girls were at a table nearby and they kept giggling. Without being obvious, I checked my zipper to make sure my barn door wasn't open and I also checked a reflection of my face on the screen of my laptop to make sure I didn't have a booger. No on both accounts.
I finally decided they were just enjoying each other’s company.
After a while, I snapped my laptop closed and sipped my coffee while looking out the window at the rain.
Droplets rolled down the glass. It looked like the windows were crying.
When my timer sounded, I loaded my laptop in the case, tossed my cup in the recycle bin, and headed back to pick Jilda up. I figured I'd get up early this morning and knock out the column. Turns out, I was right.
On our daily walk this morning I snapped the picture of a mound of ferns that sprang up. I had not seen them this week and this morning, they were there. Maybe I missed them, but I can't help believe that aliens came and planted them overnight.
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Glad that the aliens planted your column AND the ferns.
ReplyDeleteEC beat me to it. You can't trust those Aliens. Watch your step, or taps!
ReplyDeleteSometimes thinking blocks the mind.
ReplyDeleteAliens might have been the same ones that left white stuff on my deck and yard today!
ReplyDeleteThe girls probably recognized you and were just being silly. I wonder what they were saying though... I doubt that they even thought of looking at your zipper, lol.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you came up with your Sunday column and that the aliens left you a nice picture opportunity.
Have a great day.
Hugs, Julia
Glad you finally got the column done. Those ferns are confused...I'm thinking, with the rain you've had, they must think it is Spring. Leave it to nature to always amaze us!
ReplyDeleteThose ferns look like a little fairy garden. They are taking in the last bit of warm air they can get. Glad you got that column written.
ReplyDeleteLisa
You can write about having nothing to write about & still make it interesting!!
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