Today they moved the last of my belongings to somewhere. No one would tell me. My family thinks because I am “old” that those things no longer matter or that I will forget about them like I forgot the grocer’s name (last week).
I watched someone fumble with the box containing my type written drafts, hand drawn story boards, and copies of every last radio script. A tear fell to the ground; no one heard it except Font, my spaniel. My faithful Dell which replaced my IBM Selectric years ago was in another box bound for the place where computers go instead of heaven.
“Don’t worry mom everything is on thumb drives.”
“For what?” I wanted to yell under my carefully tucked afghan. “Can I access my work with my thumb, perhaps my teeth?”
My bony fingers were itching to take one more sweep across the keyboard.
My daughter was dripping with sincerity, “We have you enrolled in a number of classes at the retirement community.”
I can’t tell you how many times over the years I have heard ,”Those who can’t do… Teach.”
I smiled to myself knowing that I was teaching a number of those classes.
Little do they know that my archived work is auto loaded on my blog. Should be good for hmmm about 5 years. I can still, after all, operate the “Like” button.
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The WordPress Daily Post prompt is what would you do Without Blogging? A pox on such a thought. My fictionalized response reflects what I would do….
Photography: “Ive had better days” © L. Moon
Here’s what others would do without blogging:
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