All my writing projects are stalled for one reason or another, so I’ve been going through my creative writing folder, deleting the embarrassing and playing around with the funny or poetic. My favorite so far is a document where I dumped a bunch of conversations from the boys when they were younger. I planned to write a book featuring Owl, Donkey, and Goat, where Vincenzo was the owl, Rocco the donkey, and Leo the goat. Will this ever happen? I don’t know! But I decided to share with you the first entry from that journal because it made me smile.
Owl sat in the back seat lecturing Donkey, who had just waved goodbye to the sky.
“You can never say goodbye to the sky—it will always be there.”
Donkey kept interrupting the lecture to wave goodbye to the sky.
“Now I’ve waved goodbye to the sky several times.”
Goat, meanwhile, sat placidly in the middle seat eating the blanket he was wearing after soiling all the clothes he was wearing earlier in the day. Mom glanced at back him. He stopped chewing and smiled back with crystal clear eyes.
“The clouds are going away,” Donkey said.
“No, the clouds are coming,” Owl said.
A heated debate ensued.
“The clouds are coming, right Mom?” Owl asked.
“M-hm,” said Mom, who hadn’t been listening.
“Told you!” Owl said.
Donkey released an unholy scream. Mom rewound the past minute in her head, the part she had heard but hadn’t listened to, and cued into the debate.
“Boys! Boys!” the screaming stopped. “Maybe you are both wrong. Maybe the clouds are staying exactly where they are and it’s us that are coming or going.”
That was a complex enough thought to quiet them for a bit, except for the sounds of chewing.