Hair, Pushy Books, and Process
Miniature Writings: Forty Until Forty
October is here, and I have mixed feelings. I love this month; it is, of course, my birthday month, and I always have such fond memories of harvest. The weather is usually fantastic, and Halloween is my favorite holiday (even though I never dress up and we don’t decorate much).
This particular October is semi-stressful, though, as we’re traveling two weekends in a row. I am running a half marathon the day after my birthday, and so we’ll be out of town for that. The next week, we’re going to Chicago for a few days to take advantage of a few days off of school. These will be fun events, but we’ll be out of our routines and I will be packing and re-packing four of the five of us (one hopes my husband can handle himself). Also, I don’t like change. I am an inflexible creature. But I love hotels. So there’s that.
Here are the most recent 40-worders, written since my last e-mail.
“No Pets”
The only pet we will have in this house will be one that does not shed, lick, make noise, need me, touch me, or try to kill me.
No cats, dogs, snakes, tarantulas, or scorpions. I prefer the imaginary unicorn.
“Books”
Shelved books push at each other, urging informative titles like “Fun Math” to sacrifice themselves on the rug below. The “Corduroys” among them cheer when some of the educational names spill to the floor.
Babies grab what’s at their level.
“In Process”
You collect their papers in a “holding bag,” which is really a recycling bag, but where now you keep their items in case they started drawing on the back of one and claim it’s “in process.”
Everything is in process.
“Hair for College”
“People would pay for that hair!” The old man winks at the toddler.
The toddler twirls a finger around a golden curl.
His mother brightens. “Where are these people?”
The man shrinks.
“College money?” She pulls scissors from her pocket.
Thank you for reading. Let me know your thoughts.