I’m taking a snow day!
I’m taking a snow day!
Yess, I finally got my hands on one of these.
I want to see where Michael takes this one.
A Night at the Opera
Joshua planned the night perfectly. He bought her favorite flowers, picked the perfect bistro, arranged for her favorite book to be in the bookshop window, and purchased the best box at the opera nearly six months earlier. He waited for Lana to come home from work, take a shower, and start to relax. His plan was then set in motion.
“Why don’t we go out to eat tonight,” he suggested.
“Oh, that sounds lovely,” she said.
On their way out the door, Joshua reached into the refrigerator and whipped out the bouquet of flowers.
Lana squealed. “They’re lovely!” She kissed his cheek and wrapped herself around his arm.
The meal was perfect and she nearly flipped when she saw the book she loved on the way to the opera house.
Everything was going as planned. Everything until the opera. Instead of her favorite tenor as scheduled, Faust was played by…
… “Stone Cold” Steve Austin. It completely spoiled her expectations of the evening. The wrestler barreled around the stage, ungainly as a three legged pig. He nearly knocked part of the set over.
As he belted out the last broken note, unconsciously clotheslining a member of the chorus with one beefy arm, her temper burst. She just had to go complain.
“No, no, not again,” Joshua said. “Please, let’s go home.”
“I can’t enjoy my evening if I don’t settle out my confrontations,” she said snippily. “Let me do this.”
She joined the line to meet “Stone Cold.”
Joshua kept his hand in his pocket, sadly palming the small box hidden there. He had planned to give this to her after the show, but he knew her well, and what she had said was true. She needed to tell somebody off. If she came out on top, she would be in the finest possible mood and he could continue his plan without a hitch. However, if she lost face… he might have to re-plan this whole thing.
But the closer they got, the smaller his current dilemma got, and the bigger “Stone Cold” got. Joshua’s courage was wilting, but Lana simply held her head higher. At last their turn in line came.
“MISTER ‘Stone Cold’ Steve Austin,” Lana began huffily. “I have to something to say to you!”
“Stone Cold” took her hand in one of his ham fists. “Hello beautiful,” he said pleasantly.
Lana’s eyes bulged, and her face turned bright pink. Her opera glasses had not done him justice. Up close, his eyes were ocean deep, his bald pate such a compelling shape. She couldn’t remember what she was angry about. “W-would you like to join us for a late coffee?”
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I never want to see all there is to see or do all there is to do. (Not that I could if I wanted to, but that is another story.) Don’t get me wrong, I want to see a lot, do a lot, fill my world with fun, challenging, delightful, worthwhile, interesting amazing and beautiful things and activities. I want to use every moment I can wisely because you never know what’s around the next bend.
But if I could see it all and do it all, what would be left? In my world, there’s something new every day. The reason for this seems clear: Otherwise I might cease to be astounded at the diversity and majesty of the natural world around me as well as the artistry and cleverness of my fellow humans. Standing in awe at the wonder of creation or the ingenuity of people keeps me on…
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