I Forgot

I make my bed every morning. Except yesterday morning. I didn’t remember not making my bed and so I was startled when I came home from work and saw the bed unmade. The same dogs that I can’t teach to sweep or vacuum do not make beds, so there it was, waiting for me.

I looked at it and then looked at the clock. In about three hours I’d be going to bed.

Make the bed or leave it? I made the bed. I’ll sleep better for having done that.

Lipogram, Revisited

I first posted this entry on January 21,2011 on my old blog. For some reason I recently started thinking of writing another lipogram, this time maybe without the letter “s.” I’ll let you know when I’ve finished.
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A lipogram (not to be confused with liposuction) is a written piece that omits a certain letter or groups of letters on purpose.

One of the most famous examples is Gadsby (1939) by Ernest Vincent Wright. There is no letter “e” in this 50,000+ word novel. Georges Perec, from France, inspired by Mr. Wright, wrote La Disparition (1969). There is no “e” in the French version or the English translation. Mr. Perec also wrote Les Reverentes (1972) where “e” is the only vowel used.

Not too long ago, Plinky used this premise as a writing prompt. Our goal was a 100-word story without using an “e” anywhere. Here, then, is my “no e” story. Writing it wasn’t too hard. Getting it to flow well, that wasn’t so easy.

An illicit party, by and for dogs

Our living room had muddy paw prints on window sills, dog drool on all candy bowls and half-full cans of soda. It was just a big party trash can. Without human limitations, our two young Labradors, Dusty and Abby, had found a calling in organizing illicit galas for local animal individuals. How many dogs, now sporting an alias, had sat in our doorway as lookouts, to warn said party of our coming back?

Dusty had brought all my socks into our living room for a tug-of-war sporting affair, making him a star in a unanimous opinion of his dog buds. Cops driving by thought such loud barking was abnormal. By calling us back from our out-of-town trip, any additional partying was put on hold.

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TV Exercise

Housework is so boring. I want a clean house, of course, I just don’t want to be the one to clean it. As I haven’t been able to get the dogs to sweep or vacuum, it’s still up to me, so I look for ways to lessen the drudgery — like the TV.

My cleaning time tends to be early morning on the weekends. And by early morning, I mean around 6:00 a.m. It’s normal for me to be up and about at that hour, but that early on the weekends I’m not inclined to do anything that needs real attention, like cutting fabric or painting a watercolor. I figure I can clean a little bit and have the rest of the day to take care of other things.

The TV shows that are on at 6:00 a.m. are not necessarily the heavy-hitters, audience-wise. Even some of the movie channels have shows that seem to be just filling a time slot until more people wake up. One of the gems I discovered is The Tim McCarver Show. It’s on Sunday mornings at 6:30 a.m. I like professional sports, so that show is a keeper; I’m always sorry whenever I miss it.

(It’s rumored that Tim and I are related. My great-aunt told me that my great-great-grandmother and Tim’s great-grandfather were siblings. I’m sure he’d be thrilled to find that out.)

After Tim’s show, I discovered a slew of TV exercise shows, the paid-for 30-minute advertisements. Those are fun to have on in the background while I’m sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, dusting, doing laundry, going through the junk mail from the week and picking up the dog toys.

I’ve learned all about Insanity training, Brazilian Butt Lift Workout (and you don’t even need to leave your living room), KettleWorx, and Jillian Michaels Body Revolution. These are just some of the shows I’ve seen lately.

Those people really work hard! They sweat all over themselves and the floor. They lose weight and inches in no time at all (varying from the first week to 30, 60 or 90 days). It’s all I can do to keep that broom in my hand to prevent me from calling in and ordering each and every one of these programs. Some days I can hardly get any cleaning done because I am so mesmerized that I sit down to watch.

Oh, the irony of it all.