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Thursday, August 19, 2010
In order to do the heading for this entry, I had to think, "What day is it?" Then remind myself that I am sitting in Big Red* in Bolivar while the guys are at AA. If it's Bolivar, it must be Thursday. Lord almighty, this 2nd shift crap messes with your head and, also, I am a little too immersed in my job, I think.
Anyway, I really, really need to start writing more often. I know I've said so a bazillion times, but I am NOT kidding around anymore. There are, as always, the mental health benefits (or, perhaps more important than the benefits of writing are the dangers of not writing), but I am also letting gigantic quantities of good "material" slip through my fingers.
Tonight, for instance, a client with whom I have a rather odd teasing rapport said (after I had shot down a ridiculous request of his), "That's okay, everyone can keep poking at me like I'm one of those voodoo dolls, but I'm going to keep making lemonade." Why stop at mixing metaphors, when you can scramble similes and throw in a drop or two of cliche for good measure? Lemonade, indeed.
*This is the highly unimaginative nickname of our 13-passenger van, which is, you won't be surprised to learn, red. And, um, big.
When you write you memoirs, the title can be "If It's Bolivar, It Must Be Thursday".
ReplyDeleteGreat idea! Do you think the If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium people will consider it a compliment?
DeleteWell, making lemonade while being poked IS quite an accomplishment.
ReplyDeleteExactly.
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ReplyDeleteI know I started this off with "This one pretty much speaks for itself..." but it occurred to me in the middle of the night (as though my insomnia needs any encouragement) that people might read this entry as me making fun of the guy and I just want to state that it was quite the opposite. For one thing (that's probably not entirely clear from this recounting), he did not misspeak, but deliberately combined those two sayings/concepts for greater impact. I always get a kick out of people doing unexpected things with words. That's where I was coming from in recording it in my journal and sharing it here.
ReplyDeleteI personally prefer making lemonade out of sour grapes. :)
ReplyDeleteI didn't think about this until just now (and it's a little disturbing to me that I didn't--I'm always on the lookout for signs of my inevitable mental decline), but here's a lemonade-related conversation between Little Sister and I that you might appreciate:
ReplyDeletehttp://maskedmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-take-potent-potables-for-500-alex.html