CALL ME SNAKE

Tonight, after the kids fell asleep (after the usual struggled involved thereof), I found myself doing some unusual chores. First I strapped my roller blades on and headed across  town to retrieve my daughter’s bike from a friend’s house. I held the handlebars while I bladed, which wasn’t too difficult except for the fact that the handlebars were so low, I had to crouch way down and was afraid I’d never be able to straighten out my back again.

But I did, which was good because it enabled me to attend to the second  task. My youngest girl had collected snails from around the corner and deposited them in her  terrarium. I decided to take the snails home and walked around the block carrying a box filled with snails. I deposited the snails next to the fence, where we found them, and was on my way. The subsequent chores I attended to–dishes, flossing, etc.–were quite mundane by comparison. And nothing out of the usual happened for the rest of the day.