Just Another Day
Today is just another day but not really. It is a day not to be anywhere, do anything, or explain why I changed my mind about doing nothing and did something. I was awake at 2am listening to the rain, thunder, and cracks of lightning like special effects from an Alfred Hitchcock film flash outside the bedroom window until 4am, when I got out of bed.
I was not going back to sleep.
Sprinkling cinnamon and sugar on a toasted piece of wheat bread smothered with real butter, I watch the mixture ooze into its crevices’, and ponder whether to brew a cup of coffee to dip its crust in, or walk to the Fairchild Oak, less than a mile from here, but consider how muddy the venture would be, and instead make beef barley soup from left over steak, adding frozen green peas, the petite ones.
Today is just another day but not really. After watching an interview on CBS Morning News about Tom Hanks collection of short stories, “Uncommon Type” (the title reflects his fondness for and use of old typewriters) I am reading the book and now in love with him.
He laughs at himself, and likes writing because he knows what the prize is inside the box, or so he says.
The book jacket describes Hank’s first work of fiction as one “that dissects, with great affection, humor, and insight, the human condition and all its foibles.”
I hear Tom’s voice as I pretend he is reading to me and sip beef broth standing up.
Today is just another day but not really, it is the first day of the rest of my life.
. . . . just saying
Was Tom Hanks Visiting the Fairfield Oak, Or was he a hottie totty with your beef broth?? I like Alfred Hitchcock and the Fairfield Oak tree.. A must visit.. Even in the mud.. I am impressed that you eat toast with Cinnamon sugar with butter.. My favorite.. WE have a lot in common.. Do you play marbles??
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Very funny, marble poker!