Then he said, “Is there anyone here who, if a child or animal fell down a well, wouldn’t rush to pull him out immediately, not asking whether or not it was the Sabbath?”
Hi readers! Quick update: The novel is currently at 16,207 words, or 32% of the way to my goal of at least 50,000 words. Next week I will have a couple days with no updates as I teach in Pateros, but don’t worry, I’ll be back later in the week. Now back to your regularly scheduled No’.
Paul / Friday, July 20, 8:35 am
“Honey, isn’t it about time for you to think about get going?” Carol’s voice floats down the hallway, reaching me as I sit at the breakfast table, sipping coffee and perusing that morning’s Seattle Times. I glance at the ornate ship’s clock mounted above the stove, estimate that I can ignore Carol for another 3.75 minutes before she feels compelled to come in here and pry my butt out of the chair, and take another sip of my coffee. All those years shipboard, I became accustomed to coffee black, none of your fancy creamer or sugar, just a fast slug of caffeine before heading out.
Hmm, looks like the Mariners are about as bad as always. Lost to the Oakland As 7 to 0, and they were even at home. Typical. It doesn’t seem like so many years ago when they were exciting, back when talented players like Randy Johnson, Ken Griffey Jr., and Alex Rodriguez gave fans cause to hope. Now they’re a has-been team, with an ambivalent fan base that dwindles as season after season they offer, at best, mediocre play.
I wouldn’t be surprised to hear the quality has dropped since they started bringing those Japs on the team. When we were stationed in Japan, I never trusted those slit-eyed sneaks; I always thought they were figuring out the top three ways to kill you at any given moment. Quality of the team has definitely dropped since they started letting that kind of rabble onto the field.
“Paul, it’s almost 9:00. You’re going to be late.” Suddenly she’s standing right next to me, hand covering the pathetic Mariners report, a disapproving look on her face. Fortunately, I’ve had 50 years to get used to Carol’s disapproving stares, and they simply aren’t that effective on me anymore. Sometimes I pretend they work, to let Carol feel like she’s influencing me. Continue reading “NaNoWriMo: Day 6”