In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A True Saint.”
In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.
I don’t want to be a saint, Saints don’t have any fun. Instead they have horrible trials while alive and usually have horrible deaths. Often they are part of a war. I’ll take living well now instead, thank you very much.
Speaking of wars,, we win the weather wars. Its only 72 degrees at 7 am; but it feels much hotter. That’s because we have no rain, but 99 percent humidity. It’s fantastically horrible–walk outside and get covered in water. But no rain. And we don’t have a roof on the house. It was supposed to be replaced by the end of the week. Such is life for the truly deserving.
Speaking of the truly deserving, someone in Venice Beach was able to recreate Thor’s Hammer. You know that giant block of magical metal, only those who are worthy can manage to pick it up. And almost no one is worthy. Check out the video. It made me laugh. Perhaps that guy should be considered the saint.