Walking into the kitchen intent on … now what was I going to do?
A large glass of water, a computer, and me, all within close proximity. I am bound to reach for the glass, knock it over and watch the water sizzle the electronics.
The large bag of chocolate candy hiding on the top shelf of my closet … and no trick or treaters showing up at the front door. Hello five pounds.
Hitting the “new document” button in Word and watching the wall of white arise. Once my fingers start moving, I know that wall will fill up, but its sudden appearance can be intimidating.
Entering the highway at any time on any day of the week with the intent of getting somewhere at a certain time. This does not happen in Washington, D.C.
Being stuck anywhere for two hours with the knowledge that a bathroom is not readily accessible. I am, after all, an old lady.
A sea of faces staring at me, awaiting words of wisdom and truth about what it’s really like to be an author.
The thought that I’ll never again be asked to talk to that sea of faces.
My daughter’s boyfriends.
My daughter without boyfriends.
My smart phone being a lot smarter than I am.
Spiders. And anything else with hairy legs that is smaller than a mouse. I don’t even mind the mouse. But don’t let me see a spider in my house.
Unintentional bad poetry.
An empty mailbox—be it electronic or metal.
A full mailbox.
A Sunday afternoon with nothing on the schedule. That means it’s time to clean the house.
An unexpected visitor to my home on Sunday night. Oh why didn’t I use my afternoon to clean my house!
And finally, Thursday mornings without an idea for a blog. Whatever will I say?
Happy Halloween folks — Genilee Swope Parente