Arthur was an unsuccessful writer of dramatic tales. His plotlines involved so much obfuscation that you needed a guide to wade through the story.
The Washington Post had a reader submission request out. What was the best last-minute Christmas gift you ever gave? But initially, I read it wrong and took it to mean presents I had received. OK, selfish me. But some impelling experiences came to me.
I had a colleague who was adept at saving threatened historic properties from being torn down. Some accused him of using trick tactics to evade demolition, but he once confided over coffee that it was all about procrastination.
John looked up the hill to where his Dad was putting the finishing touches on this year's Halloween display. John had moved on to other interests and was not helping this year. Halloween decorations were childish, and he didn't understand why his parents paid so much attention to this year's decorations.
So, you couldn't use these to mop a floor.
Have you ever marched up to someone significant in your life, greeted them warmly, and had them struggle to remember who you are?
My wonky right eye has caused no end of trouble for me.
I posted on using cement on the end grain of a small schooner I was working on a while ago. The logic was that this particular carving would have lots of unsupported end-grain prone to breakage while I was carving.
Hidden among the cobwebs in many family attics are the ghostly remains of Granpa and Granma's wild past.
The Grey Menace liked going into class with me almost as much as he enjoyed parties.