Red's Wrap
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Winner Winner Chicken Dinner
You seem to be depressed and out of sorts.
I think I’ve been living in the past too much.
How so?
It’s these endless boxes from the attic with all their random shit – pictures from 1908 and cards from dead people.
So, what are you doing with it all?
I have no idea. My plan was to organize it all but that’s impossible. It would take fuckingforever.
You swear a lot more when you’re bummed out.
Yeah. Doesn’t everybody? Isn’t that the point of swearing?
Let’s look on the bright side. Tell me a nice thing that you found.
Oh Lord. I have to run into somebody with a Campbell Soup Cookbook.
What’s that supposed to mean?
You know, all cheery and happy and ain’t it great that I can make a 12-course meal with a can of Cream of Mushroom Soup.
You’ve lost me. Did you come across a Campbell Soup Cookbook in the attic boxes?
No. I threw them all away years ago when I got the Joy of Cooking.
Oh, I see. So, what’s for dinner?
Leftovers.
You say that like maybe it’s metaphorical.
No. It’s chicken.
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Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
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Very creative, Jan….Enjoyed every word! LIke you I’m stuck with yesterdays and more yesteryears piling up.
This brought a smile to my face.
The warrior stance suits you well. I shudder to think of the reaction of the photographer to that look.
so funny and I get it
The photo is surreal. If you hadn’t said a mouse had chewed a hole in the photograph, I’d have thought something fell on the car and poked a hole all the way through it to reveal the driveway below. You don’t look too happy about barbecuing….
Oh, my gosh, I love this, Jan:) From start to finish!
These are the kind of fucking conversations I have with myself all the time. Glad I’m not alone.