Yesterday morning, I had to wait on the telephone for someone. I was reconnected, waited again, “Please, just one moment!” and I started to draw a bit, on a piece of paper. I drew nothing important, just some lines, some curves, some penises…
OK, I admit, I drew pics of naked men. And women! They were not all that bad, really, nicely proportioned and so, and I got quite into it, when a stern voice said: “Yes?”
I quite forgot what I wanted to say, and while I was refreshing my memory, my husband stepped in the kitchen and got his administration stuff from the table, he had a meeting.
“I will be home in about an hour or two,” he said whispering, leaving me to it. I remembered what I wanted to say to the impatient guy on the other end.
“There is something wrong with our telephone bill.”
“I can’t help you. You will have to call on Mondaymorning,” he said and hung up.
I sighed. Oh well.
I wanted to take a look at my drawings. The piece of paper was gone. I realized my husband had taken it with him.
He came home, not 2, but 4 hours later and he didn’t say anything at first.
“How was your meeting?” I asked as I quickly made coffee.
“Oh, I did real well,” he said, loosening his tie. His only tie. He smiled. “Everyone was there. All the political big shots. The press. And I made a great speech. I had my speech written on one page, you know, and I held it before my face as I read. And they were all ears. You could hear a needle fall. It was my moment of glory.”
I already headed for the door.
“And while I was reading, everyone on the first, second and third row could see the three copulating men and two women on the back of my speech!”
“It was art!” I said defensively and started to run.
Monday I will call the telephone company again. Without a pen in my hand.
This was the first posting on my earlier inaweblog here.