One last day of nothingness

On the curbs today: Christmas trees, disposed and dry, lying on the grass, waiting to be taken away.  Remnants of holidays hauled off and forgotten until next year.  In the trees, found gloves and other winter wear, adorning the otherwise bare branches.  The difficulty of going out in the cold, because I don't want to be cold.  But go, I do.  Walked the lake.  Cooked.  Watched some tv.  Walked out again to run an errand (actually, did that 2x.)  Made kale chips because I wanted "junk" food; tastes an awful lot like potato chips somehow.  All procrastination.  The intention was to write.  Finally, walked over to the coffee shop, drank hot chocolate, journaled, and then wrote more on the piece.

Lost glove, January 2/L Herlevi 2015

So...one of them puts in a personal ad.  The other reads it.  Realizes that they know who it is, and likes them, but figures, "well, if they liked me, they could've asked me out, but didn't, so..."  But then decides, what the heck, that since it's anonymous, to answer the ad anyway, who's gonna know?  The replies go back and forth and they decide to meet, under that pretense of being strangers, which is false.  2 hasn't come clean, yet.  Keeps putting it off.  Keeps meaning to get to it before they are scheduled to meet, but chickens out time and again.  So...here we are at the meeting place.  1 (the one who placed the ad, and who really is unaware) is there, 2 walks in, chickens out, walks back out.  Really doesn't want to hurt 1, so attempts to enter again, slightly altered in appearance from before...and where does that go?  The jig is up...how does it end (for now)?  Do I need the fourth character?  What's the "special?"  Need something tangible by Sunday.

Words or no?  Still unclear.  Need to figure out the length of it, too.  Still, the concept needs to be solid first.

Another break.  Time to mull it over more.

(Though I found all this from observing life, there are examples of it all around, (mistaken identity, tricksters, personal ads): Cyrano, Shakespeare, that Piña Colada song, "Must Love Dogs," etc..That song has been running in my head since Christmas from an association from an old Jazzercize routine, Knox Blox (piña colada and mocha) that my mom took to her class.  My brother was commenting disparagingly about Knox blocks(?) and I was remembering that I kinda' liked the mocha ones.)

Triggers everywhere.  Just got to write it down when it comes.