Gone Fishing

As you will see, today, my imagination is “busy”. Occupied. On smoko. I knocked and it said “go away”. A relief to many, I’m sure. A relief to me even. Living with a strong imagination isn’t the Peter Pan fantasy everyone thinks. Anyway…

No imagination this week. So I did what any self respecting writer would do. I threw myself on the floor, I begged and wailed and pounded my fists. Slipping around in the blood and tears. Until finally I resolved that none of it had worked. So the following, dear reader, is what happens when I must resort to pretending I have an imagination.

I know I promised a story about the local bollard factory. How frivolous of me. Instead I have composed a bollard ballad. Ha. Almost. Oh, you press me hard dear reader. Okay, I tossed it. My poetry is god awful. Then I had a second thought. So I went and found where I had tossed it, picked it up, threw it down harder, picked it up, dragged it out and set fire to it and stomped on its firey ashes. You and I are far better with the reassurance it will never see the light of day.

Of all the things that happened in and around the world dear reader, the only thing worth mentioning is something that happened on my very street. Not 2 doors away. There she was, an elderly woman, walking along the street as if everything about her was normal. But one thing stood out. She held a frypan in front like she was winning an egg and spoon race. A bit bewildered looking really. She looked as though she had lost her kitchen and was out to call it home. And that’s a wrap for the world news this week at least. Strange things happen on a blood moon.

I recently reached that age where your foot is continually getting stuck in the gutter. No one told me this would happen. Seems like some people think it’s funny to keep that kind of information from people. Behind closed doors. Laughing at my misfortunes. Don’t even ask how one gets their foot stuck in the gutter. I swear to you I will find a way.

Sometimes the world isn’t fair. Sometimes, for no reason, someone steals your kitchen! All we can do, despite how badly unfair things get, all we can do is get on with the things that make life most rewarding. Or pretend we have an imagination when it’s clearly gone fishing.