Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Wednesday, March 08, 2017
WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY
River of Drifting Through Life is providing our WFW for March. You can see what others have done in the comments on her site or here in my comment section or on their own blogs (if they tell us). I will be back to post my story later so be sure and check back. Good words River. Thanks!
Ok, here is my story but don't miss Tabor's that is posted in the comment section here. It is a hoot.
MISSION IMPOSSIBLE by Granny Annie
Bea tried to read the writing in her notebook as the car bounced along. Was this really an interstate highway? It was in terrible shape and the qualities needed improvement. She had a lot of doubt about the information she reviewed. Would it be helpful in her efforts as she would join the hundred or more that were usually lined up for assistance?
“Thank you for driving Susan” Bea said. “We probably should have taken the back roads instead of this turnpike. That old road is probably better and wouldn't cost to drive on it.”
Susan laughed at her friend. “I know you are nervous but don't be. You have gathered all the important information and made all the right connections. You are ready to finalize the review.”
“I think I'm more nervous about your driving.' Bea said to her friend. “You were really flying to get here on time.”
Susan responded, “It was important for you to be on time. I did not want to cause you any delay. You have worried about this long enough. The government will do all they can to manufacture more reasons to deny the claim.”
The parking lot at the office of Disabled American Veterans was full to overflowing. They traveled up the parking ramp and finally found a spot on the fifth level. Susan and Bea began the hike back down to the ground floor.
Finally seated in front of the young DAV representative, he reviewed the material Bea brought. “You have certainly answered all the necessary questions.” he said. He added one document to the top of the stack and pointed at a blank line.
Bea signed and her paperwork was on the way once more. She continued to attempt proving her husband's cancer had been caused from his handling of munitions during the Korean War. She knew it would probably not be the last time she would appear in this office.
(This story was created from actual events of this day. I was the driver. LOL)