Hi.
The last installment of Forty Until Forty is coming up soon, as my birthday is Saturday.
I haven’t decided what I will share after.
Here are the little 40-word pieces I wrote since my last e-mail.
“Biker”
She declares, “I want to be a biker.” Halloween ghosts hang from trees. I offer her a leather vest and matching chaps, custom-made and sent from overseas.
She fastens on her unicorn helmet and pedals away, streamers flying.
Damn it.
“Weather”
I will not talk about the weather, I beg myself. I approach gathering parents at pick-up.
I stand a safe distance from others, who also do not want to hear about the weather.
Someone waves. I answer, shouting tomorrow’s high.
“Better Than Normal”
Please qualify “better than normal,” dear cello teacher, when you ask “Will this week be a better than normal practice week?” Does “better” mean less whining, complaining, rage, general resistance, snarls, pouting, and rushing?
Oh, that’s not what you mean.
Thank you for reading. I really do appreciate it.
Wish me luck on my birthday and my half marathon (Saturday and Sunday, respectively).