Jan04, 2011 |
Yesterday was one of those days, one that you really don’t want to end. At one point, my daughter, son and I were all in the livingroom engrossed in one of The Hunger Games novels. Bliss. It was their last day before winter break was over.
After dinner, the kids went to piano lessons with my husband while I ran errands. My first stop was the library. I needed more picture books and I wanted to take a peek at my most recent poem in Humpty Dumpty.
While I was there, I mentioned my poem to one of the librarians. She celebrated with me earlier when Babybug published my poem. She oohed and aahed and I blushed.
Then I was off to Wal-Mart. If I hurried, I could get my shopping done before the kids got home. As I drove down the dark street, I noticed a little fuzzy thing crossing the road. A possum. I’d seen possums before of course, many that had been hit crossing the road, but this one was in tact, fuzzy, waddly and scurrying like mad, if that’s what you call a possum waddle.
Got to Wal-Mart, did my shopping, got in the car, and it didn’t start. I waited, tried again. Nothing. Called my husband’s cell and our home number. Nobody answered. So I waited. Suddenly all that waiting reminded me of something–publishing! Just kidding. I’m very patient.
When they got home, my husband called, brought his jumper cables, and tried to jump start the car. Unfortuatnely my Honda had other ideas. Which is how and why my Honda had a sleepover at Wal-Mart.
Even with my car situation, I wouldn’t give back yesterday for anything.
Happy New Year!
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Nov05, 2010 |
You can check it out at your library! Woo hoo!!