The Anecdotal Life Part.40
My class in Seamanship is overwhelming me right now and the family is circling is the wagons for my sister Ann. I may have to go to Michigan at any time. However, it's not like I don't have writing to share. So here is a story I have written that is intended for ages 6 to 20 or any adult interested in family celebrations. We've had some beauts. This one is called "THE BRAT IN THE HAT COMES BACK". I have used my nephew to spin off of in this series. I have written about 38 now, I think. This, I think was no. three in the series. Choo choo, the real choo choo, is at present over-using and stomping around on a new knee he just had installed up north in Michigan.
"Come November, Miriam brought in Jonathon on a snowy Saturday morning all bundled in innocent blue. His little blue hat framed his plump smiling face...but it was that smile! It slid round and veered toward Choo as he stood rooted to his spot in the dining room door. Oh, Choo knew that smile! It didn't just spell adventure--adventure he could have stood. Impending doom was another thing altogether.
Thanksgiving preparations were boiling around behind him. He'd been underfoot eighteen times already, wanting to taste, smell, and stretch to see. Some kind of brown monster was sticking up in the oven window getting it's terrible reward.
Jonathon slid down from his mother's arms with a sigh of satisfaction bordering on the macabre. It was odd to see such a young child rubbing his hands together in hearty anticipation. Miriam and Diane laughed lovingly down at him, foolishly supposing he was looking forward to another meal. Choo, his panic galvanizing him, did 90 for the broom closet, because he knew it was someplace he could hide. Gram , however, nailed him on route saying," All right young man, that's the last trip through this kitchen!" and she hoisted the wriggling fatness of her grandson to her ever handy hip. In a few seconds flat , he had been deposited in his playpen which had been erected in the dining room next to Gramp's chair. It was always there, just in case such a moment would arise and somehow they were always arising. "Perfect", said Miriam, tossing a delighted Jonathon on top of the now despairing Choo. Jonathon patted Choo's hand as if to say, " now really old man, would I hurt you?" Choo sighed and grabbed his beleaguered old comforter. He, when no one was looking, would sometimes chew the corners for solace. Gramps shifted in his chair nearby, snoring audibly. He had come in to take an early seat at the table, tottering into the dining room, settling his fragile frame in a place laid out with even more fragile china and crystal."
Now I am going to a finish this Sunday in blog no. 41 so watch for it. In the meantime take care.
Copyright: November 17, 2006
"Come November, Miriam brought in Jonathon on a snowy Saturday morning all bundled in innocent blue. His little blue hat framed his plump smiling face...but it was that smile! It slid round and veered toward Choo as he stood rooted to his spot in the dining room door. Oh, Choo knew that smile! It didn't just spell adventure--adventure he could have stood. Impending doom was another thing altogether.
Thanksgiving preparations were boiling around behind him. He'd been underfoot eighteen times already, wanting to taste, smell, and stretch to see. Some kind of brown monster was sticking up in the oven window getting it's terrible reward.
Jonathon slid down from his mother's arms with a sigh of satisfaction bordering on the macabre. It was odd to see such a young child rubbing his hands together in hearty anticipation. Miriam and Diane laughed lovingly down at him, foolishly supposing he was looking forward to another meal. Choo, his panic galvanizing him, did 90 for the broom closet, because he knew it was someplace he could hide. Gram , however, nailed him on route saying," All right young man, that's the last trip through this kitchen!" and she hoisted the wriggling fatness of her grandson to her ever handy hip. In a few seconds flat , he had been deposited in his playpen which had been erected in the dining room next to Gramp's chair. It was always there, just in case such a moment would arise and somehow they were always arising. "Perfect", said Miriam, tossing a delighted Jonathon on top of the now despairing Choo. Jonathon patted Choo's hand as if to say, " now really old man, would I hurt you?" Choo sighed and grabbed his beleaguered old comforter. He, when no one was looking, would sometimes chew the corners for solace. Gramps shifted in his chair nearby, snoring audibly. He had come in to take an early seat at the table, tottering into the dining room, settling his fragile frame in a place laid out with even more fragile china and crystal."
Now I am going to a finish this Sunday in blog no. 41 so watch for it. In the meantime take care.
Copyright: November 17, 2006
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