Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

*F or Mom: Some of the background information you have been waiting for.   Myra entered the media room slowly. She closed the door studying the back of it. Her eyes searched along the door’s length, stopping to rest at the ceiling. No cameras. She turned to inspect Wyatt’s work station. Everything was turned off. Something Myra guessed must be a camera was fastened to his monitor’s upper edge. Wyatt had covered it with a sock. He knew. He knew I would find my way in here. Myra looked at the wall on the far side of the room. Relieved to once again to find no cameras, she looked at the remaining walls and checked all of the furniture. Nothing. She opened the supply closet. There was nothing there either. “It appears there is only one camera.” Myra’s eyes perused the surface of Wyatt’s desk. “If he expected me to find my way here, he would have left instructions.” She whispered. It took little time to spot the gift. A small brightly wrapped box sat on the desk near the fa

Hello. It’s nice to see you. Come in. Sit down. Would you like a cuppa? I have chamomile but I can make anything you like. (Nodding) Okay. Maybe later. Sit down. Let’s talk. Yes it is true. I asked you here today because I would like to talk to you about something. Something important. (Quiet even voice. Kind in tone.) How are you feeling these days? I see that look on your face. We all seem to have it lately. These times we are living in are difficult. It’s one thing to read about times which shape our world. Times which become part of our planet’s major points in history. It is quite another to be living in them. (Looking into visitor’s eyes.) None of us wanted this. No one wants to be living through this. The alternative is death. I am not in any hurry to die. (Nodding.) I know that you aren’t either. I know. It makes me angry too. And sad. And scared. We have to keep going. We have to work together. No, it’s okay. Don’t leave. I did not ask

  After a nap, another hour on the couch with “Our Mutual Friend” and a cup of Chai tea, Myra was bored. She told herself one of the benefits of great literature was it was written during a time when reading was a major source of entertainment. Authors took pains to take two or three thousand words to say what could have been said in one making it the perfect thing to read during a pandemic. What could be better than taking time in one’s life to appreciate great literature? “I’m more than happy to appreciate something as long as it isn’t boring me to death.” She muttered, turning off the movie. Picking up a different remote, Myra found one of her mother’s favorite albums and turned up the music. She was taken back to the early days of her childhood. A time when her mother always seemed to be wearing a smile and her father would come home from work ready to listen to anything and everything she wanted to tell him. He always had plenty of energy for a game of chase and w