I’m sitting here at my keyboard, staring at my monitor, desperately trying to create something refreshing, something unique that will capture my readers’ full attention and draw heaps of praise. I marvel at writers like William Shakespeare and Stephen King who were so prolific in their authorship. To find a topic that’s new and exciting is not an easy task, but here goes.
When I sit in my swivel rocker watching the puffy cumulus clouds saunter by, I watch a jetliner climbing to its cruising altitude. I watch in awe as three sandhill cranes swoop over the treetops in graceful formation, their bodies streamlined for extra speed. I watch four golfers on the ninth green, which is directly behind my house, lining up their putts. It’s a lovely day in the Glen.
Now my imagination kicks in. The jetliner is nearly out of sight. I imagine I’m on that plane as a passenger, and the flight attendants know I have flying experience. One of the flight attendants comes to me and asks me to come to the flight deck. I know something’s wrong, and sure enough, both pilots have become incapacitated. I quickly take over and contact Air Traffic Control. They direct me to the nearest airport suitable for landing, and when we arrive, a pilot in the control tower who knows our plane, talks me down. My landing isn’t perfect, but we’re safe on the ground. A few days later, I got a hero’s welcome, and the lady flight attendant who came to me for help asks me to marry her. I accept.
I’m on safari in Africa. As we’re motoring along, we are in the midst of a variety of wildlife. We come to a stop for photo ops. A black rhino doesn’t like our presence and starts to charge us. Much to the chagrin of our guide, I step out of our vehicle and calmly start walking toward the beast. It’s startled by my bravery and comes to a quick stop. I walk up to it and start to pet its horn. It likes it and starts to purr like a cat! Ten minutes later we stopped again for more photos. Out of nowhere, a huge male African lion comes at us at what seems like the speed of sound. Again, I step in front of the beast, and again, it stops on a dime. I walk confidently up to the animal and start to stroke its gorgeous mane, and more purring! The big cat is so overwhelmed, it starts to lick my cheeks, purring away, just like the rhino. I’m a hero again.
I’m sure I could conjure up more dream-ons, but that’s enough boasting for now. Fare-thee-well and keep smilin’.
