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A month. A whole month since my last entry.

Dear God but I missed my blog the way you’d miss a 12-step meeting: sure I could go on without, but it does me a world of good. Still 30 days without and I start to get the heebie-jeebies. And that’s something this writer likes to avoid, particularly when I enjoy writing and do it daily.

Daily, mind you … just not always on Heavy Mental.

Then it occurred to me: why not write about what I wrote about? Truth is, I’m taking a cue from Atlanta designer and illustrator extraordinaire San Smith (pink hair, genuine talent, nice person … what’s not to like?). She has a regular feature on her site dubbed “What I wore today.” Why not fashion something akin to that based on my writing? (San, imitation is flattery … Hope you don’t mind!) So, here goes:

It’s busy season for the Big Four, so work saw me proofing some financial documents. Nothing thrilling there other than finding an addition error — pretty impressive when I consider that I was absent from school the day they taught math.

But the creative writing for the day came in the form of a Facebook reply to a friend who chose to go to the gym over attending a wine tasting tonight. From a perspective not my own, I wrote:

Dear Colleen,
I wish to convey my congratulations on your willpower, gumption, and veritable self-discipline in choosing the treadmill over the tasting.
Sure, perhaps by 1 a.m., you’d find my tantalizing nose, spicy bouquet, and smooth finish would linger and lilt about your senses like a Taser(R) on low-voltage, but the gym is a wise choice. After all, there’s no day like today to do something good for your body. And besides, I’ll be mo’ bettah the longer you put me off.
Best Regards, The Chilean Shiraz

It’s after writing something like that — even when I’m ready to hit the hay — that I recall how much I enjoy writing. Yay words.

So I’ll keep on this weekly “What’d I write Wednesdays” kick and do my best to pepper the other days of the week with posts so as not to get Thursday through Tuesday riled up with jealousy and to keep my true-believer readers guessing. Here’s to (in)consistency.

That’s it for What’d I write Wednesdays … and here’s to 311 Thursday tomorrow. Awwww, YEAH!

So, the kitchen at our house of worship was recently overrun by ants.

Being nonviolent as can be, someone (not me) wrote a note, which thanked the ants for their “wonderful service” and asked them to return outside, and placed a few copies on the kitchen counter. While amazingly effective at times (no, really, it does work…at times) and not as direct a method as Amdro or a shoe, we—collectively—kept leaving food and crumbs out, giving the ants reason not to return outside. I mean, if somebody put chocolate cake on the table and
then asked me to leave…well, there’s reason enough to stay.

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Given their confusion and frustration, the ants conveyed their thoughts in a letter, below, which conveys their stance on this issue. (I have this image of them jumping up and down on the keys, pushing the mouse around en masse.) Following their missive, I’ve penned a response to them.

And I might just print a few copies and leave it on the counter…not for them, but us.

Their letter

Dear Members of the Center,
We really enjoyed reading your letter explaining your situation in the kitchen. We were moved by your sincerity but would like to point out a few things.

1.  God created us to clean up the environment.  That means God sent us to eat all the crap you leave lying around in God’s kitchen.

2.  The ground that your kitchen is built on originally belonged to our ancestors, and we were never remunerated for its value.  So, please think of our sharing of your food as a little down payment.  Actually, you should be paying us for cleaning up after you.

3. We tried to offer our “wonderful service” outside, but guess what, it is hot as hell.  Plus, we have no water because of the drought related to the global warming that you caused.

Thank you again for the letter, and we will be sure to ignore it.

Yours Truly,
Tha’ Ants

My letter

Dear Ants,

I didn’t know that you could read (or type), but wanted to thank you for the kind email in response to our note left on the kitchen counter and table.

Your points are well taken.  Accordingly, I trust that you were able to enjoy the container of beef brisket that someone left uncovered on the kitchen table last night.  Perhaps it was left as an expression of our understanding your viewpoint.

Upon arriving at the Center in the evening, I was slightly perturbed to find the food left out on the table.  Now, with the expanded perspective engendered by your letter, I realize that the food allowed you to fulfill your role of cleaning up after us, particularly since we don’t seem to be able to do that ourselves.  What “wonderful service” you offer indeed!

I suppose that the package of chocolate chip cookies, left next to the brisket (along with crumbs scattered all helter-skelter), was a fine dessert; I regret that we left only three cookies for your enjoyment.  I erroneously thought that having “Youth Activity” written on the top of the package would ensure the integrity of the package until the time of said Youth Activity, but, alas, it did not.  Nor did the label evoke a sufficient feeling of guilt on the guilty party, evidenced by his/her/their eating all but a few cookies. Nevermind the fact that the package was hidden in the pantry.

The bastards.

I suppose, had we left more for you, you could have saved us from polluting our bodies with such chemical- and chocolate-laden treats even more than you did.  Regardless, thank you for your efforts.