I'm mad all right.
It's Lent, you know, and I decided I should give up something. Discipline is good, I told myself, and discipline doesn't come without working for it. So I decided Lent was just the ticket. Catholics have traditionally given up meat. Me, I love fish. My One and Only Squeeze, she is a much better Catholic than I am, because she loves meat and hates fish. (The especially observant might detect another reason or two to support the foregoing proposition) At any rate, if I was going to give up something, it had to be meaningful sacrifice, you know?
So I decided to give up Sudoku, Kakuro, AND Ken Ken.
Here we are, day 18 of Lent. Not even half way through the ordeal. Arrrgh! Why did I have to give up all three?
I mean, one wouldn't have been much of a sacrifice, but I could have given up Kakuro and Ken Ken, the two I love the most. That would have been sacrifice enough, and I wouldn't be going crazy now. I wouldn't be so dad-burned MAD at myself.
I quit the NY Times crossword years ago. Too many "Modern" questions from current music (If the current stuff qualifies even) and from vampire and Harry Potter books. So what's left. I'll tell you. Cowboy movies, Sudoku, Kakuro, and Ken Ken. And my VHS cowboy movies are showing their age. I'm trying to make them last. So you can see why I'm just mad, Mad, MAD at myself.
Wait, what's this? Down here minimized in the tool bar. Whoa ...
OMG. OH ....... My. God.
Cue up Neil Diamond singing "Hello Again." Cue up Juice Newton singing "Stranger at my Door," with the message being you'll never be a stranger.
Hello again, Stranger. How could I ever have forgotten you??
Pardon my Lenten smile, my disciplined Lenten smile, that is.
John Zerr is the author of four novels, The Ensign Locker, Sundown Town Duty Station, Noble Deeds, and The Happy Life of Preston Katt.
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