Shortly after I'd been bamboozled into started this fence, it became clear to me that it was going to continue. Unfortunately for me, my mind, like a cow, is a "machine.". (Dag nab it...does the period go inside the quote at the end of a sentence or outside? Screw it, I'm doing both...kinda looks like a ninja bunny anyway. ;)) (grrr...)
My mind, like a cow, draws in data, (or grass) processes it, draws from it what it needs or deems necessary, then ejects what remains.
Like Chris Evans, I dove on this grenade, accepted my fate, and moved onto my normal procedure of making a plan. I assumed that, like the government, I could just build one post a week and things would be fine. I chose Sunday.
Living in California, that leaves me plenty of time to re-chew my cud, (that's called a re-write I'm told) type it out and click "Publish". That would be a good outlet, and it's not gonna make Watson "screw the pooch".
Unfortunately, (for both of us) my mind eats like a pig.
So with the memory of my brothers cattle-prodding fresh in my mind, I decided that Sunday would be our day of regurgitation and Wednesday would be story time.
Therefore...we return to George and John...both are deaf and are sitting at at table awaiting the arrival of Richard...preparing to have a conversation that will change all of their lives...forever...
...except...
I kinda don't want to dip my toe back into their pool...this week. Don't get me wrong, I have already thought out the story and I know where we are going here, but Iiiiiimmmm...not in the mood. That's not true. I AM in the mood, just not in the mood to write about THEM.
The problem is that I've already figured out the story and (in my pig) I've moved on. So, clearly...it's already done...ok...it's not DONE done, but it's done...ok, It's just not something I can show you...right now.
I'll get around to it.
To complicate matters, George and John are clearly waiting on Richard to arrive and he's not answering his phone. I've sent a text, I've called his friends. I've even tweeted the guy. I have no idea where he's off to, but clearly he is not taking this a seriously as George, John, and the two of us are.
Don't worry about George and John as they are sitting down comfortably and I'm certain there is food and water in the room, I just haven't written that bit yet.
Perhaps after this tale has been caught by the dog, I'll plan this out better and we can be done with story time in a more "story-timely" manner.
Clearly, I should have kept my nose sharpened and continued with this when the unpaid talent was all accounted for...before this story escaped my (then) willing fingers and exited the south passage. (...that kinda changes what Han Solo was talking about.)
Alas, I'm new to this. My pig has been bellied up and drinking for a few weeks now, and it's making the bar stools loose.
I do apologize for the delay, but I'm sure we'll be back up to speed next Wednesday with George, John and someone that RESPECTS the work ethic of the people that are counting on them and is quite capable of knocking when there is knocking to be done!
...for now, I must retreat under the bed to see if Squirrel or Mace can act...
...that'll do pig...
@GlenEwing
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