WRITING SHORT: 19/50

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[Come summer heat, much of my blogging momentum melts away. Hence an experiment until Labor Day: fifty minimalist posts about whatever.]

Now that our traveling days seem over, summer months mean nothing is planned. They also mean visits at short notice from family who live elsewhere. The cars line up tightly behind each other on our side of the double driveway we share with next-door neighbors. The sounds of laughing children echo loudly in our two-story family room where the adults sit. (The children are running up the stairs to pet our two frightened pussycats, who flee to hide under the bed.) We visit hot playgrounds and parks with the guests, set out impromptu meals on paper plates for as many as can squeeze round our smallish table. There’s much talk coming from all directions, hard for aging ears to follow. And then, all the cleaning up afterwards. Whew! At last we can rest!

Who said? Two sinks are clogged and the plumber is coming. The cats’ nails are too long and the youth we pay to catch and clip them is coming. Honda has sent me a recall notice to replace a defective passenger-side airbag. (Only now, after eleven years?) Bill’s having a root canal, a procedure so dreaded he needs a tranquilizer first, which means I have to drive him there and back (before the new airbag arrives for installation).

Why is it always something? What ever happened to “nothing is planned?”

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4 thoughts on “WRITING SHORT: 19/50

  1. You captured it perfectly. Even a week with nothing planned turns into chaos quick. We used to get a lot of out of town visitors as my husband’s family is scattered. Except for his “kids” (who are in their 40s), we’ve started saying no. Last year his niece wanted to stay here with 2 adults and 5 kids (only 2 were hers). Yikes! Kids would be sleeping everywhere. His siblings are aging out of the long drive but I miss them. Probably in our next house there won’t be room.

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