“Mom”, Mimi complained as we were eating an early dinner together, “Mr Kelly told the entire orchestra that you were pounding on the glass door of the music store trying to get them to let you in. He said you sent him an email telling him that was why I didn’t have a new bow yet”
“Huh” was my reply. “He really believed that part?”
The rest of my family just looked at me and laughingly rolled their eyes. Of course they just had to ask me if I had even gone to the music store. (Apparently, they’ve gotten a bit used to my…er… embellishments) Well, of course I had gone to the music store but to simply say that is so…um….boring.
Honestly, would you rather get an email that said “Sorry, Mimi won’t be able to play her violin as we weren’t able to buy a new bow yesterday” or this actual email:
“Hi Mr. Kelly,
I just wanted to let you know that Mimi will not have a bow again in orchestra today. I erroneously assumed that the Kennelly Keys was open until 9:00 as most stores seem to be. I now know that they close at 7:00 and will not let you in at 7:16 no matter how hard you pound on the door looking pathetic. I will make sure that she will be able to resume playing on Monday.”
Obviously this blogging gig has started to take over my life in a small way. I no longer seem to be able to write just the facts (pity the police officer that ever ends up with me as the prime witness for anything!) I’ve always had a very vivid imagination. Writing just helps me to express it.
I come by this trait honestly. My mom used to write long letters to various family members. (Actually she wrote one letter and copied it several times with the addressee changed. I think this could be considered pre-blogging as nobody owned a PC back then) I used to laugh at the letters she wrote and wonder why I remembered certain happenings as being quite different. (Much like my kiddos do?)
All of my stories are based on the true happenings of things around me. I just happen to have a Pollyanna view of the world. (Much to my delight, it tends to drive the pessimist that I married up the wall!) So, I plan on continuing with my tendency to embellish my world just a tiny bit.
If that results in one of Mimi’s teachers thinking that I’m a bit of a lunatic…well…I think I’m OK with that!