One fateful summer afternoon, under the shadow of the Washington Monument, many adults (and soon to be adults) grasped at remnants of childhood pleasures and happily played softball before the fast approaching dusk. During this idyllic time of day, off a sublimely bad hop, a second base-person took a softball to the face and lost a tooth (and a wee bit of dignity).
Today is the day I challenge my fear of softballs and rejoin the pastime of recreational leagues. My teeth hurt just contemplating this event. With a heat index in triple digits I wonder if I can use the weather to excuse myself from the play of the day. Or perhaps I can cite academic commitments to explain my absence. Or perhaps I'll emphatically pull my chin up, stick my face out, and play ball.
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even the harD things In Life that we don't enjoy very much need to be faced. sometImes just to GEt fiNished that Course of action we startEd.
ReplyDeleteI think that the petite redhead is trying to oh-so-subtly imply that I should get off my arse and write something.
ReplyDeleteI hate to disagree with an individual who is so obviously asset-laden (which has always made her an expert on everything)but I beg to differ with the conclusion. Laying aside the matter of my traditional flight from things I find difficult, I would point out that "finishing a course of action started" has no inherent existence. (This argument would probably only convince Daniel...)
My point is... my excuse is... oh, bugger off... I don't have a point or an excuse left at this point!
BTW... highly resent the anonymous nature of the post... makes me think that you think that I would get "all defensive" if you posted under jrp. :-)
Hey, pseudonyms have a long and very well respected tradition! Hello? Cato's letters?
ReplyDeleteAnd she's right, although being obscure and speaking in code to someone with your observational skills (or lack thereof) might not have been the best approach, so...
GET CRACKING ON THAT DAMN DISSERTATION ALREADY, YOU SLACKER!!
Not that this'll work either. Ah well. Maybe you can become a Buddhist monk?
BTW, 2nd base ain't bad at all, I have to say.
I think I may lack basic qualifications for monkhood...
ReplyDeleteI'm confused! I thought jrp had finally acknowledged me as her love-child. (For the record, I'm hurt that she still hasn't...)
ReplyDeleteyou are most definitely a love child of mine (and KC's).
ReplyDeleteand no, I will not take responsibility for the russian posting! :-p
mommy!!!! :-)
ReplyDeleteDid you spell out the capitalized letters?
ReplyDeleteWell, I got the message... though I admit someone else is responsible for recognizing that there was a message to be decoded! (Not so great on the observation thingee...)
ReplyDeleteAnd though I have no idea who you are, my initial incorrect assumption regarding your identity started quite the chain reaction that turned out brilliantly(I can't say more seeing as 'what happens in ___ has to stay in ___').
So, to my friend-with-the-bad-russian... спасибо
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