We think there is a local bird who targets our car and uses it as his personal washroom. We frequently find a large splotch of white deposited just above the rear door on the driver side. We have never seen this bird but we know he must be big and lurking somewhere near, waiting for an opportunity to do what he does best. Maybe he thinks he is a dog and wishes to mark his territory.
Big Bird must have eaten well, because a few days ago he left behind an even larger than usual blob or should I say blobs on our charcoal grey Toyota. It rained for two days We left the car outside thinking the down pour would wash away the poop, We were wrong. The rain went away–the poop didn’t . The only thing to do was to get a car wash. We drove to and through the drive through car wash. The car was soaped and scrubbed and rubbed and rinsed and rinsed again and buffed and dried with us inside. We emerged from the car wash thinking how sparkly clean our car must look and thinking that the the looks and smiles that came our way from people were looks of admiration and maybe jealously that their vehicles were not so sparkly.
When we arrived home we were delighted to see how dirt free and shiny our car was. Then we walked around to the other side –alas the white stuff was still there. Not only was it still there but it had diluted from the water and it had spread into an indescribable mess. Hark I hear birds chirping. Is Big Bird and his friends laughing at us?
Maybe we can get used to our decorated automobile. We can think of it as an abstract work of art–Or I can take a bucket of water and a scrub brush and clean it myself.
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E.P SNIDER is the pen name that I used to publish "WHY ME- a memoir". I used a pen name so as not to embarrass my spouse, my offspring, their offspring, my grand dogs and my friends.
A dream came true when I had my first book published at the age of sixty-nine. "WHY ME? "is a collection of memoirs recounted from various stages of my life and the lives of those that I love or like at least some of the time. Most of the incidences are humorous-some are not.
I am a senior but I feel more like a junior except for the aches and pains. When I look in the mirror I often see my mother or some other aging lady with wrinkles and sun spots. The amount and depth of wrinkling depends on which mirror I am looking into, the degree of lighting and how well my skin absorbed the moisturizing cream that day.
Although I am mature in years, maturity is definitely not one of my virtues. If something strikes me as funny I get the giggles. Most of my family and many of our friends have a rather warped sense of humour-so I giggle a lot. Laughter plays an important role in our lives.
My friends were a significant inspiration for me to begin my writing career. For the past number of years hubby and I have been spending part of the winter season in Florida to escape the sometimes bitter cold climate in Toronto Canada. Every year I send emails to those left behind. To my delight they find my emails to be hysterical and a cure for their winter doldrums. They compare my style of writing to that of the late Erma Bombeck. For those of you not familiar with the author-- she was a beloved American humorist in the 1970's and 1980's.
I have loved literature and creative writing from an early age. I spent some of my growing up years in Alberta and won a prize for a best poem commemorating Alberta's bicentennial year. My grade seven teacher was a large and forceful woman, with white hair and course bristly white chin hairs to match. We were all intimidated by her and thus listened intently as she drilled us about parsing sentences and adverbs and adjectives. She provided me with a good basis of the English language. In addition to "Why Me" I have had a short essay published in a book of assorted memoirs by Canadian woman. I currently write for our Toronto Condominium newspaper.
I hope to do more writing, although I am not sure if my family can cope with any more of my meltdowns when blocks of written material mysteriously disappear off of my computor. I admit I am computor and electronically challenged, but I will persevere.
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Writing has been a passion of mine through out my life. Ever since I took a step forward and entered into the world of computers, a new world of opened up for me. I found myself engrossed in writing emails with lengthy updates about my life's recent highlights. To my delight, people found me...funny! I then offered to write for my condo newsletter, and I recently had a short memoir published.
For the last several years I became glued to my computer, transferring my hand-written life adventure notes to an actual story of my life's defining moments. Finally, at the age of 69, I was done... I wrote a book! AND it's actually published. People are reading it. People are enjoying it. I am thrilled!
Plus, it's one of the greatest gifts I could ever give my family. Talk about a dream come true.
My advice to you: Think positive, keep your eye on the prize, and you too can enjoy as your dreams and desires come to fruition.
