When you write with a consortium, like the group I am currently writing with,
somehow you know that:
- no matter what the topic was SUPPOSED to be, it will turn out different than you thought, and
- Someone in the group is always pushing the envelope to see just how crazy it can get.
But I have to admit, this week really took the biscuit.
Starting with the fact that,
we were asked to put together a group of topic suggestions for the next year,
in this case, 2016,
with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head,
grandma got run over by a reindeer playing on the radio,
and, I have to admit,
quite a lot of cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg in my tea,
not to mention a huge overdose of Aunt Elizabeth’s divinty fudge,
and with Christmas spirit abounding,
not to say rampant,
I tossed on today’s topic.
Relatively near the top of the list.
And, since it was well after midnight,
and I assumed it was clear where it went,
and I really just wanted a few hours sleep before shower, tea, tai chi, work,
I dangerously left it where it was on the list.
with the added topics of other writers in the group,
meant that you end up with today’s topic,
uhm, gulp, twenty-ninth of April.
Hey, no problem.
I’ve sung Papgena in a feathered bathing cap, remember?
Just keep in mind,
they’re not staring at you,
they’re just afficianados of stage backdrops,
so kick out that buck and wing,
and keep tap-dancing.
since the Gutenberg Land Radio and Television stations all love American shows,
and the Big Bang Theory,
and since they are a WHOLE lot cheaper if not shown at the original time,
Easter over here always brings a plethora of Christmas Shows:
The Return Of The little House on the Prairie,
The Mormon Tabernacle Choir,
The NCIS Christmas special from 2012…
someone or other over here in GB-land
always has to have his car inspected,
even on the twenty-ninth of April,
by some of the toughest, most tight…(ly run ship crew in the world)
the Gutenbergers’ own technical inspection service,
who, to be fair,
and keep my car owning it’s cute little clock badge that tells me the time,
ie the month to have it inspected,
is actually one of the best anywhere,
Even if a dear girlfriend of mine,
German, of course,
did do her rendition of a Mexican hat dance,
complete with waving authority papers
and stomping on her removed license plates when they told her
she didn’t pass the inspection,
since the running board of her ancient VW beetle had fallen off,
during the inspection,
(knowing her, it was probably super-glued)
and could not be welded on,
as it wasn’t safe…
Not that they were wrong.
Just that we were students at the time,
many years ago.
And for some of us,
it was either a car
(and there is a reason a cheap car over here is called the fifty buck duck)
(duck is the old German nickname for the citroen 2cv)
or a whole lot of extra time waitressing or picking grapes,
or no student fees paid.
And since I often still see,
on the student sign-boards,
when I bring my husband to work,
that even today,
the most important phrase in ads for selling a student car is
“technically drivable till…”
Which brings us back to technical problems in a sleigh,
from reindeer oopsies on the windshield of the car behind, to…
and here my thanks to Shackman.
He thinks that way
and writes with the best,
or Ramana’s story of riding an elephant while dressed as Santa.
In the middle of summer in India.
to roughly paraphrase the knights about to approach Camelot,
Monty Python version,
“methinks they are a silly lot.”
and if you think that is strange,
wait till next week,
when we all explain to you the difference,
or maybe connection,
growing up, and growing old …
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