In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Comedy of Errors (and bonus assignment!).”
One of the great mysteries of life are washing machines. We have two of them–an old one that is 21 years old and a newish one from my parents. The New one is bright, shiny and has the highly desireable front loading feature. It also is a piece of junk, designed to break at seven years. It met expectations and fell apart about the seven year mark–a broken moter that can’t be easily or cheaply fixed. Now it sits in the garage, a useless piece of junk. The motor isn’t even good enough to salvage for a potters wheel. But we might get a couple dollars from a metal scavenger.
In contrast, Bob has been able to keep our old washing machine working. Cost to fix–$16.28. Add some paint to cover rust spots and a fancy orange band–Voila. One washer, solid as a rock, ready for another few years of service. What a sad commentary on our disposable society. A Tragedy! Getting a new motor for the other washer would cost more than buying an entire new washing machine. And I like the sporty new look of the original washing machine. Not perfect and getting older. But that describes me as well. Perhaps I’ll try some vertical strips and new cinched belts to help my old sagging appearance.
I can’t help but think that old washer is feeling pretty good for itself. After all, it is one of the oldest and most reliable appliances in my house. It’s still standing side by side with it’s original companion clothes dryer. We’ve had to replace stoves, refridgerators, dish washers, microwaves, toasters, and coffee makers. But I don’t ever want to have to replace that washer or dryer. May they keep running forever.
As for the bonus assignment, that’s why there will be no posts for the next month. Like that old washer, I’m going to do something above and beyond the basic assignment. Insanity rules as I’ve signed up for the national novel writing month. Fifty thousand words in one month, hopefully coherently written. That’s writing a 1000 words every morning and lots of extra words on the weekends in a month where my bosses are already asking what our thanksgiving plans are. Working at this point, is not amoung mine as was the response from rest of the team. I believe the words were not just no, but HELL NO, I am not working on thanskgiving.
This novel will be a tough assignment. For example, this post is less than 500 words. But I am excited at the possibility of actually writing my novel “What is that thing–a dragon cat?”. A science fiction commentary on our society, it starts with a 10 mile by 10 mile section of north san diego county. No photos can be taken of the interior of this chunk of land, even from satellites. And any living creature — human or otherwise — that steps over the line disppears forever, not even leaving bones on the ground.
Until one house cat crosses the line and comes back, transformed into a dragon cat. Growing to the size of a golden retriever, sprouting large wings, breathings flames, developing opposable claws, and establishing a telepathic bond with his owner, total chaos ensues. Because the owner is being summened by an n-th dimensional being to cross the line. And in a society where everyone and every purchase is monitored, multiple commercial and government agencies want to control this young woman. She just wants to finish her degree and get a great job, perferably with her boyfriend. You will have to wait a few months to find out what happens.