Kelley,
I’m working on a class page for my high school physics students, and came across this quote. It made me think of you and Nicola…and your passion for life and writing.
If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster. –ISAAC ASIMOV, Life, Jan. 1984
Janine
Hi Janine,
Thanks for thinking of us (grin).
There are some days where I just might keep typing. Maybe. If I was right at the end of the Best Kelley Eskridge Writing Ever. Otherwise, I would go find my sweetie and spend the six minutes with her.
And today, if we get the six-minute warning, we may very well be on a picnic. We both have much to do today, many responsibilities and goals and blah de fucking blah. But the weather forecast shows that today and tomorrow may very well be the last two days of summer in Seattle… and we decided that we don’t want to miss them.
So today, instead of doing everything I am supposed to, I will be cooking potato salad and ginger-lemon scones, buying fried chicken and paté, chilling champagne, and spreading a blanket out in the back yard. Where I sincerely hope to be spending more than six minutes (grin).
I hope you enjoy your day as much as I hope to enjoy mine!
Inspiration!
Today is pay day. I believe that, as today is in the upper 70’s in Maine (rare for September), I might just abduct my sweetie as well.
Perhaps we can go down the road a bit and sit on the ocean off of Blue Hill Bay.
Happy you-time!
I’m sorry . . . but in my six minutes and with the capability I would definitely take out the leader of the “free” world. Hopefully it would only take one and then I could spend the last five with my sweetie laughing like mad.
That picnic sounds wonderful. Excellent choice.
Fried chicken sounds good. Can’t remember of the last time I had that, but it makes me think of my grandmother in her kitchen and food cooked with love.
Hm. I didn’t think the long-range forecast sounded that bad. But I do like it a bit cooler, myself.
Great day for a picnic, though! Hope it was all you had hoped for.
–P.
Janine, I hope you got to make that abduction happen!
Robin, never mind about the free world, it would just elect someone else… although if it would send you out laughing, then hey, that’s a Good Thing!
Jennifer, I love fried chicken too (even store-bought). I never had a grandmother who cooked for me… part of the whole “American Childhood” experience that I missed out on. So it goes.
Phoenix, what I saw was summer today, beginning to cool tomorrow with clouds moving in, and then rain, rain, rain and cooler weather coming up.
I hope I’m wrong! I don’t mind having more sun and warm weather. 80’s is actually a bit too warm for us, but we are in a “let’s hug summer before it goes” frame of mind.
I wonder what Stephen King would do. Probably also type a little faster. Not me. Not even if it was my master piece. Picnic with sweetie sounds about right.
I hope the forecasts are wrong, too. Summer, stay with us forever! *sorry, Mexican lizard here*
It was a great picnic. We had a really nice time. We talked about our favorite things that happened this summer. We talked about what we hoped for in autumn. We drank excellent champagne. And then we watched the second episode of True Blood.
Just a nice day, you know?
My grandmother was the best part of my childhood; maybe the one person I know for certain ever loved me wholeheartedly and 100% unconditionally. She was a pretty rare person. It’s odd how a simple meal can contain so much. If she were still alive, I’d drag you down to TN and you would feel what I mean. And eat some of the best food you’ve ever tasted. Of course, I’m sure it’s what went with the food that made it so good. Fall makes me think of her too; raking up huge piles of leaves in her giant yard and falling into them – the colors and the smells of fall there. She was one of the old-style southern women; the kind that never have much money, but knew what mattered.
It’s still really hot here; in the 90s yesterday, but the light is changing, the sun is lower and more golden, and the days are shorter. I feel it slipping away too.
Oh, food is magic. Food can be love, sex, contempt, sadness, self-abuse, hope, joy…
I am sure I would have enjoyed a meal with you and your grandmother.