Last night, after producing 4 pages, I decided to swith gears and actually take a look at a book I've had out forever, "The Forest for the Trees" by Betsy Lerner. After a brief perusal I decided I would want to pull some things out to record so I opened up my lilac rubbermaid tub full of blank books...I will talk about this another time. And I selected s smallish one, magnetic flap, light blue with a white vine/floral pattern.
I selected a pen to use and began to record a few things from the book. Andrew had just gotten back from the gym.
Molly, the cat who chews like a dog, was under the guest bed chewing on something. I found this so irritating that I got up and began to slap my hand against the mattress to distract her--nothing doing.
I yelled, I cajoled, but she continued to make the chewy tuggy noise from somewhere under the bed.
I've been a little short tempered lately so I kicked the boxspring without realizing that even though box springs are relatively light, they are framed with wood.
So I hurt my big toe. It hurt so bad. I flung my pen in anguish, yelled at Molly and collapsed on the bed...and Molly continued to make the chewy tuggy noises.
Andrew assured me that even though I had cracked the toenail and there was a little blood, it was not broken. I recovered, and when I got out of the shower, decided to look for my pen. I could not find it.
"So just use a different pen." Andrew suggested.
"But I don't have a second pen in that color."
"So just use a different pen."
"I can't, I already started writing with this one."
"You are crazy."
"I am not, I just need that pen."
I found it this morning...while Molly was chewing on something.
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