Fleetingly Carol

What would you do without water? I mean, what if the water utility turned the water off to your home? What would you do? That's what happened at my work last week. The city was doing some work on the infrastructure and had to turn the water off to our side of the street. Thankfully, the water was still on in the building across the street. Dear Reader, just in case you have not guessed yet, I am of an age where a working restroom is critical to my wellbeing. I tried drinking very little, but I drank two cups of coffee before going to work, not realizing relief was going to be so fleeting. Then it happened: the Urge. I stepped out the back door, no one was around. Squeezing muscles as tightly as I might, I began to put one foot in front of another.  The steep steps down the loading dock proved to be a challenge.  Try this, Dear Reader, find a set of steps, squeeze your buttocks tightly and step down. You cannot keep that hold. Go ahead, try it. I successfully navigated the s

Practice makes perfect. That's what they always told me. So, to write better, I must write, write, and write some more. This blog has been here for two reasons. The first was that I needed to do something light-hearted to get through the seriousness of life. I've written about some of the difficult times - Aunt Mildred, Super-Girl, Old Man's Dad. I've tried to tell the stories with a bit of humor to take the edge off whatever was bothering me at the time. It has been successful. Many people like my Old Man stories. Some are made up, some are not. The second is to practice my writing. As I read over the previous paragraph, I see too many short sentences. Did I graduate first grade yet? It's been a couple of years since I wrote anything. I plan to get back to it. I'll try to write a little every day in the hopes that my writing will improve. If you would like to help out, in the comments below please let me know what you would like to read about. Thanks