Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Succinctly Yours Week 202: Groundhog Daze

Thank you to Grandma’s Goulash for hosting Succinctly Yours, a delightful little meme which encourages us to peak into the world of micro and come up with a story of 140 words or 140 characters or fewer. This week, a biography unexpectedly emerged. The bonus word was “zany.”

Punxsutawney Paul was more ambitious than his predecessor, Punxsutawney Phil. He longed to sing, quote the Bard, or do a zany dance during his moment in the sun. 132

Punxsutawney Paul loved his new job. He had terrific job security, a great benefits package, and he only worked one zany morning per year.  114

Punxsutawney Paul was horrified. It was his one moment in the sun, and he had overslept. He feared those zany crowds had ditched him for the ground squirrel next door.  135

Due to cutbacks, Paul was forced to work the rest of the year in a zany Whac-a-Mole game at the carny. When he did emerge, he couldn’t remember what he was looking for. 136

Thanks to PETA, Punxsutawney Paul retired and is now Palm Beach Paul. He does daily searches for something he knew he was supposed to look for and occasionally golfs. 137



That was a great game of golf, fellers. ~ Purported last words of Harry Lillis "Bing" Crosby

12 comments:

  1. Did I miss it? Did Phil die?

    You really outdid yourself this time. Five. Wow! Whack-a-mole, a job with great benefits, oversleeping--all of them made me chuckle. (I'd love a job like that. One day every year. What a life!)

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    1. I've always assumed the "real" Phil lives forever, at least in name. I'm too lazy to look it up. And I'm pretty sure Paul is still out there until he burrows into the 18th hole on the golf course for a nice, looong nap. I want Paul's job, too! At least the pre-Whac-a-Mole one.

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  2. I thought maybe he was listening for groundhog-dropping Mayor Bill de Blasio, so he could duck back underground.

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    1. You got me to look it up. Horrors! I wonder what happens if the groundhog won't come out at all? Can't say I'd blame them, either.

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  3. My fav is #3. You are such a clever lady, Tammy!

    Pat
    Critter Alley

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    1. That's especially flattering coming from someone as clever as you, Pat! Thank you!

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  4. Wow, so many! Love them all, of course, but the Whac-a-Mole really made me giggle. And I love the angle of Paul forgetting what he was supposed to remember -- I can definitely relate to that!

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    1. Oh, so can I, Theresa...though maybe not because I've been whacked on the head a few too many times.

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  5. Each of these is terrific, and I can tell you were on a roll. I bet you could've kept going! Don't forget to submit to the Binnacle's ultra short competition. Last day to enter is March 15th. :)

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    1. Thanks so much for the reminder, Lisa! :)

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  6. Whack a mole. stop!! I can't get my breath.

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    1. Your comments alone make me giggle, Linda. Thanks.

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