In response to WordPress Discover Prompts, Day 18: New, I started this piece in philosophic mode, again. It really doesn’t suit me. I’m a humorist, not Eckhart Tolle. It’s all very well trying something new, in my case, writing in a different style but, not if it’s going leave me looking like I’ve just slapped a pie in my face.
This is how I originally started.
Everything about our here and now is new. Every morning I wake up and watch the spectacle of the sunrise, and, I ask myself the same question. How can this be happening, now? At the dawn of a brand new day, it’s hard to believe that… and then I decided not to use the (overused) C-word and change tack, and get back to the light-hearted banter that I’m, probably, slightly, better at.
A few of my favourite NEW things
- When I was about seven my father bought me a cap gun and gun belt, much to my mother’s disgust. I already had a cowboy hat and, having been born into a horsey household, I was lucky enough to have the ultimate rootin’ tootin’ cowboy accessory, a pony. Nobody ever seemed to keep an eye on me in those days, so I would frequently terrorise the neighbours cantering around the village green firing the cap gun and shouting:
‘Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’, Keep them doggies movin’, Rawhide!’
Sounds horrendous I imagine, to other horse lovers. Your poor pony, I hear you say but, you know what, Fury, my Thelwell-type nappy pony actually loved it.
2. My first typewriter was blue with cream colour keys and I used it to type out my first submissions. Poetry, to Blue Peter.
3. My first car, a Fiat 850. It wasn’t new, but it was for me. I loved it/him to bits and named him Fred. Unfortunately, Fred and I skidded on an icy patch and disappeared down a thirty-foot bank. A harsh lesson for me, from which I emerged, relatively unscathed, but Fred, sadly, didn’t.
I struggled to think of new material things in my adult life that I have been truly ecstatic about, but new can be applied to many things. Friendships, puppies, kittens, experiences, sunsets and new dawns, of course. I will leave you with a few of my cloud nine moments.
Categories: My Life to Date (and how I've Survived It)