I’m finally getting around to completing Bone’s Three-Word-Wednesday writing exercise (two days late). Such is life today—but I’m need to do some writing not related to work, so here’s this weeks attempt. Bone’s three words are: "phone, stumbled, windy"
Life in the 21st Century Dust Bowl, or What happened to the cell phone?
“Honey, what are we going to do? The phone line’s down again.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll take care of it.”
Throwing on a jacket and buttoning it up all the way, I grabbed my hat and headed to the door.
“Be careful, it’s awfully windy,” she warned.
Placing my body in front so that it won’t blow wide open, I cracked the door enough that I was able to slip outside. The wind was howling, swirling around the house. Dust filled, the air felt heavy. Tumble weeds raced across the back fields and collected along the fences. Holding the rim of my Stetson, I leaned into the wind and walked toward our neighbor’s house a mile away, out on the county road. As sand began to pit my face and I pull my hat down further for some protection of my eyes. Keeping the fence row on my right, I make good time and soon am knocking on their door.
“Is your phone working,” I asked when the door opens.
“Think so,” the old man said, “but I haven’t used it lately. Get in here and out of that wind.”
“Thanks,” I said, as I stumbled into their parlor and drop by the chair by the phone.
“Need the book,” he asked.
“Nah, I got the number memorized.”
I picked up the receiver; a tone was present indicating their line was working. I dialed the number. It rang twice and someone on the other end answers, “Dominos, may I help you?”
Karen, who often has funny (and no so funny) things to say about our President and his henchmen, recently had this test on her blog. For kicks, I decided to take it. I like the idea of being an intellectualist—but my faith is Jesus centered. And I’m not sure what kind of reality-based fool (except me) would choose to take Zen in the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on a space trek—except that the rest of my choices weren’t really appealing except for the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (which is that I thought a true “reality” based fool might take). Anyway, if you take the test, have fun and don’t take it too seriously.
My Liberal Identity:
You are a Reality-Based Intellectualist, also known as the liberal elite. You are a proud member of what’s known as the reality-based community, where science, reason, and non-Jesus-based thought reign supreme.