Madler and his bride exited the Deadwood stage. Deadwood Annie downed her whisky and water, shot the gambler dead, threw the ring he gave her at his feet, and rode out of town.
Oh, I don’t know if that’s the best thing ever written, but it’s 33 words for that weekend Trifextra challenge. They wanted 33 words to include the words stage, ring, and water. I had to write something yesterday, because there is sometimes a very serious “lack of doing” that goes on around here whenever I don’t have my little one around, especially right after I get home, to my empty house, right after taking her home, especially if it’s a weekend. The single life (any time when my daughter isn’t here) is a peaceful life, but it’s really, really boring. I also (to keep busy) had to pull the weeds from the cracks in my patio, and spray the cracks, and get drunk with the neighbors, and pass out on my couch till way past sunup, and skip church and sleep till noon today, and life is just a tad bit better-seeming than yesterday after I first got home from dropping her off.
That’s all TMI, but I know I ain’t the only person in life or in blog-land that gets waves of “blue-ness” washing over them. Just forcing yourself to do things isn’t necessarily a cure, but it is a distraction. So are whores, but I don’t live in Nevada, and jail time doesn’t sound like fun.