We celebrated a big anniversary and it made me reminisce about our lives, about how far we've come. Hubs and I grew up in different states, but in similar fashion ... we often spoke of our favorite things like ... our favorite day of the week.
This is what writers do - we search our pasts for intersections and meaning. You do that, too? Of course, it's my belief we are all writers at heart. Writers and readers.
In my current work in progress, I mine past relationships, as always, and try to craft them into something new and what else ... readable. Haha. I didn't say my standards were high, just readable. That's it. Now, I'm back to work on it, that WIP. Another fictionalized story full of me and other stuff so not me. Maybe you will like it ... maybe not. One thing is certain, it's not ready for prime time yet, as the old saying goes, but here's a little bit of my mind talking to itself in the meantime.
(Comment if you want to share your thoughts. I love hearing from you.) ❤️☕️📚
What’s your favorite day of the week?
Mine has always been Saturday.
Sleep in
no school
cereal and cold milk
TV on low - Tom & Jerry
or Wile E. Coyote and The Roadrunner -
The Monkees!
American Bandstand at noon ❤️
Life was good.
No, it was great.
Sleep in
no school
cereal and cold milk
TV on low - Tom & Jerry
or Wile E. Coyote and The Roadrunner -
The Monkees!
American Bandstand at noon ❤️
Life was good.
No, it was great.
That was me
that was my living room -
do kids even watch TV anymore?
I don't think so 😢
Why does that make me sad?
Because now they doomscroll
and binge series based on violent games -
not a cartoon roadrunner or coyote but men and women
killing each other over and over again.
And that language and the sex - why? Just ... why?
The envelope is torn - not pushed - torn
wide open and shredded, the pieces burned to a crisp -
wide open and shredded, the pieces burned to a crisp -
Innocence left in ashes.
no one needs to see what I accidentally glimpse
on so many types of screens now
After all on my Saturday, after Bandstand,
my chariot awaited
outside in the driveway
a sparkly green bike with white banana seat and
freedom built on a fast frame of steel, slim spokes,
and rubber
I owned the neighborhood
in fact, the entire town -
small town life was good.
No, it was great.
That was me
do kids have it that good
anymore? Is this what technology is all about?
I don't think so -
it makes me sad. 😢
All posts © Ann Swann
PS did you know the Coyote's middle name is Ethelbert?
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