Crazy Day, Carzy Day - The Storyteller - the wit and wisdom of Frank Coughlin
The Storyteller - the wit and wisdom of Frank Coughlin
Call it the look in your eye when you stand in front of the mirror. Call it the way people are acting all around you. Call it the wind always being in your way. Whatever you might call it - I call it Krazy (with a capital K as in that is not the way its supposed to be).

Today was supposed to be a light and easy day full of rest relaxation and more than anything else - sleep. But from the get go, today has been that way. From the five minute visitor at 2 AM to the ten o'clock session with the karate kids, today has been crazy. Not choatic but crazy. I am tempted to get in the car and drive, somewhere, anywhere just to get some quiet - enough serenity to be creative. But that would be crazy or carzy.

What I want to do is show people who wish to write that even on crazy, carzy days there is opportunity to write. That is why I am here typing in this blog, pretending that there are not several people running around me, trying to get me to pay attention to them. I am like the three monkeys combined - I can't see them, I can't hear them and I definitely won't talk to them. So they don't exist, right ?
And pretending that they don't exist is how I am able to make this posting coherent. (I hope).
There is still the smell of bleach on my hands, the result of my intervention upon a washing machine disaster in the making. My legs are still crossed due to someone's two hour visit to the washroom. (Currently in progress) Yet I persevere.
The picture above might not convey the essence of craziness, but it is the best I was able to come up with after my first seven choices failed. I think that when I finish this posting, I will get in the car, cry, and then drive to nearest public toilet - that is if I do not get pulled over for Carzy driving.

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