Woke up this morning still laughing about a couple of Robert Fulghum stories I read out loud to Mrs DM before calling it a day last night.
We do that sometimes.
Read to each other.
My go-to author of short stories is Robert Fulghum. Many of the stories are only a couple of pages long. He’s got a wicked sense of humor. I highly recommend just about anything he’s published.
Last night I picked up his book What On Earth Have I Done?
Mind if I share one of the stories with you? It’s called Sunday Morning….
Sunday. Sunday morning. Some in church. Some in bed. Some in limbo. Some in slow motion to nowhere in particular. And one alone looking for a small slice of the pie of delight:
Around 8:30, cool and foggy- shifting toward warm and sunny.
Walking along a quiet street, I hear a melodious voice sing out:
“Sweetie Pie; oh, Sweetie Pie, where are you, Sweetie Pie?”
I stop and listen. “Who? Me?”
The voice came from a porch of a house across the street.
Trees and bushes hide the front of the house.
All I can see are the bare legs of a woman who is calling.
“Sweetie Pie, oh, Sweetie pie. Where are you, Sweetie Pie?”
So, what the hell,….what harm?
“I’m over here, darling,” I answer in my best bedroom voice.
She can’t see me either.
I’m hidden by the trees and bushes on my side of the street.
But she’s hip and sings out:
“I hope you’ve taken your dump, she says, “Come eat your nibbles,”
Aha! A game is afoot.
“The dump is done. Can I have a latte with my nibbles?”
She doesn’t back down.
“And would you like a tummy rub with that?”
I laugh back.
And now her shaggy little black dog has finished his dump and comes woofing across the lawn and charges up the steps.
“Come to momma,” she says, “I didn’t know you liked coffee.”
I wander down the street, and the lovely voice calls after me.
“Have a nice day, Sweetie Pie.”
I see her now. An old lady in her nightgown waving from her porch.
Nice, nimble mind, too. She’s a player.
I walk on with the dog of my imagination running unleashed through the bushes of my brain, looking for a place to unload.
Too bad her dog came back.
I could have used a tummy rub.
Do you have a favorite author(s)? Tell me who (and why). Any books you’d highly recommend?
Call me old school. I still love the feel of a good hard cover book in my hand. Normally buy them for pennies on the dollar through Amazon books (used hardcovers).