Help Me Emails

  OK, so I was feeling a tad bit stalled.  I didn’t have the bounce of optimism in executing a pretty-darn-well-thought-out-plan. And for me, if I don’t see results from my efforts, I give up: So what to do, do, do?

In this case, clean out my email folders from college was a meaningless enough task I could fluff up my ego with doing.  I was tickled by my observation of those little things of life while blue blazing my way towards what I thought would be the really cherished memories.  I figure at the end of the ride we’d all only recall the times something caught on fire, or when we were the focus of attention.

Yes, it’s all about me me me.

School Daze~

(Calendar date unrecorded)

  So I'm sending my notes to a classmate who couldn't attend this session's lecture. We have this personal pact to cover each other in such cases; experience has taught me its best to establish these alliances every term as preparation for those unpredictable times when other life tasks take priority.  In this case, the woman's name was Jamie. Jamie has three little ones at home, so of course the odds are stacked against her attending every 8 am class the entirety of the semester.

One Tuesday Jamie wasn't present. To add to the tension of this story, we're in the home stretch before the final. So it’s all the more important to pay particular attention to every nuance the professor might make concerning what might or might not be on our last test.

Jamie drops me an email,

   "Can you give me a copy of your notes?"

I fulfill my agreement and scan them into the computer, then send them on their way; feeling pretty good about me being reliable.

A few hours pass, then I get another email from her.

   "Albert, What do you mean that a rocket bagel can fly through suns? And is there really an electric celery toothbrush that get's between teeth, or are you teasing me?"

  I staggered on that last one....do you THINK THERE'S A CELERY TOOTHBRUSH OUT THERE FOR SALE?

I mentioned I was suffering a wandering mind at the time and to not take everything I write down as transcript....that'll teach her to miss class you betcha