Land Of The Lost

Once upon a time is the far away land of Haleburg, AL lived a writer who decided to clean out her dearly deserted son’s old bedroom.  Before setting out on this task, she used to call his room “The Black Hole” because of the many, many treasures he kept there.

Since his departure to the land of Dothan — and his girlfriend, this writer has painstakingly revamped this cluttered “cave” into something that looks like an office in the foreseeable future.

I was so proud of myself that I got careless.  I started tossing plastic bags into the trash without viewing their contents.  One plastic bag stuffed with other plastic bags gets bothersome after a while; especially when the trash can is filled to the brim, and there’s STILL more bags…  (Now you understand why I called it “The Black Hole”.) 

Anyway as I was saying, I got careless — I threw out my baseball cap that I was going to wear as part of my Willa Mae Wilcox costume for the local theater production of John Patrick’s “A Bad Year For Tomatoes.” 

Now y’all just have to come to Headland’s (AL) High School on March 18 and 19, 2011 and see what other couture I create.  Meanwhile:  Happy — and careful — cleaning y’all!

About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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1 Response to Land Of The Lost

  1. jlstratton says:

    One must be very, very careful when cleaning out the bedroom of a young man. I comletely understand your hurried and sightless disposal of items within the room. Sometimes, what has been seen simply cannot be “unseen.”

    But since you were able to accomplish this grand task, do you think sometime you could come to my house and teach me how to clean out my garage? I too, am afraid of what I might find in there – and it is mostly my own stuff!

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