20200822 WRITING - DAY 17

Here's my list of subjects:


  1. 👌RIGHT WRITE (rather, WRITE RIGHT) (or, WRITING RIGHT)
  2. 👌Why didn't I ever have a dream?
  3. 👌Dr. Pruitt
  4. 👌Travels with Ancel
  5. 👌Why are there ants on my arms and legs, and in my bed???????
  6. How I became a Democrat
  7. When did I give up my identity?
I might add more later.  But I'm thinking about just vomiting out words about each one of these, one a day, for a week.  At least it'll give me some sense of whether they're are viable subjects for me.

8.  Die Barbara

9.  Life is a series of mysteries - large and small.  

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ANT ARMIES

In grammar school, one of my teachers explained that huge creatures (dinosaurs and such) lived and died on the earth, but the teeny ant lived and STILL lives here.  Ants have no prospect of extinction, she said, since they have always known how to escape their predators.

The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah!

My sister complained to me that she could barely stand the idea of ants in her house.  She was sympathetic to all forms of life - except the ants.

 So now, in the heat of the Valley (San Fernando), I am battling my own army of ants.  And like my sister, I can't stand them being here in my house.

I've tried all the traps and sprays I've heard of, and their comrades keep returning to fight the battle against me.

WHY ME??

Occasionally they form chains and go out and return, shaking hands with every ant they meet.  A very polite regimin.

But their foe (that'd be me) is merciless.  I smash or spray each one I see.  The only time I let them live is when I set the trap for them to take some poison back to their queen in her nest.

Hmmmm, I'd rather not think much about what SHE is doing, and what her nest looks like.  Cleopatra's court comes to mind.

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