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“169”

Mom! Mom! Oh wow what a day! You wouldn’t believe what happened to me! Oh, hi, Aunts. I guess I’ll have to start at the beginning now. You see, I was in this nice cozy place for ten months until three days ago….

Not that, silly, said one of the Aunts, we all welcomed you to the world last weekend. What happened today?

OK, well Mama was drinking from the pond and I went with her to check it out. I slipped in the mud and then fell through the ice. First of all since I was born it’s been hovering around ten degrees at night and all y’all told me that was cold for Texas, but this ice water was something else!

Next thing I know this alien picks me up and dumps me in the back of something called a green side by side and next thing I knew two aliens were rubbing me dry with towels. They put me in a really warm place inside the nicest barn I’ve ever seen but I was still shivering for hours.

They stuck a tube down my throat with formula, not near as good as milk, Ma. This wolf stepped on me and sniffed me all over, several tmes, then it lay down a few feet away and went to sleep. I couldn’t sleep at all, just trying to get warm.

Later they stuck another tube in me with something they called Gatorade. Something about electrolytes. Then a third alien put a leash on me and took me outdoors to “do business,” whatever that is. Then the old alien hurt my ear and told the other aliens that I was now tagged “169.” That was confusing and it hurt but just for a second. After a while of sniffing around outside, they put me back in the green thing with my feet tied together and dropped me off here. Thanks for the milk, Ma, I’m feeling better already!

I know y’all told me it was a good life here and aliens providing us with grass, hay, and grain all the time but it’s awfully cold. Can I go back inside now, Ma? No? Why not? It was good enough for ten months, why can’t I go back in?

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This is Dee. Thanks, 169. Not bad for a first post! Keep in touch. All the best to you as you grow and thrive and have baby calves of your own.

Writing Styles

For the past few weeks my husband has been Lord of the Living Room, looking for work as are many Americans. He tells me he wants me to read an email he’s writing and thousands of keystrokes ensue. Granted, he’s used to writing code so writing prose is a bit of a challenge.

A half-hour passes and he shows me three sentences. I delete one for him and he sends it off.

He writes a novel and edits it down to nearly the nub of the issue. He is very precise with his content and aside from an occasional spelling error or TMI, he’s right on the mark.

I write. I write as I think and will have this post done in under ten minutes. Why? Because that’s how I work. And I’m not dealing with recruiters or a job.

I love seeing how other people go about writing letters, a blog, a condolence note or even a “welcome to the neighborhood” note. Yes, I still use paper and have several species of note cards available when sending something to a sick neighbor, or someone whose loved one broke up with them by email. How tacky.

For all this I must thank my parents and my aunt, the English teacher. Five hundred words were a hurdle back in high school. I’m at 216 words now and haven’t even broken a sweat.  And you read me! Thank you! Dee