Missed Questions and WIPpet Wednesday
Happy WIPpet day! If you missed my WIPterview, please, get out. What? No!! Kidding! Really. I meant, GO HERE. I was afraid I would miss someone and it seems I did. The Queen of the Turret Ruth Nestvold was in the back corner waving like a crazy person to get her questions answered. I thought she was swatting at flies. So, um, welcome Ruth. Thanks for coming back. Please, step up to the mic and ask away. 🙂
RN: Thank you. Very gracious. First questions are, where did you get the flying monkeys? Can I have one?
kls: Well, I did answer that in the original WIPter–never mind. They came to me after the WWotW met her demise. They really had no other place to go and they heard I was fond of them. I’m sure if you asked nicely, one of them might consent to accompany you home. They’re actually quite fond of turrets you know. The WWotW had several.
RN: What’s your favorite movie (besides The Wizard of Oz)?
kls: Here’s a fun-filled-factoid…the Wizard of Oz doesn’t even make my list of top ten movies. In fact, I avoid watching it. I may have enjoyed it as a child. At least the first five or six times I saw it. But it became a yearly event in our house and, quite frankly, it wore me out. My most favorite movie of all time would have to be Ladyhawk. Yes, I can watch that a bizillion times mainly because of Goliath, and the interplay between the characters. Matthew Broderick is phenomenal.
RN: Where can I get some of those black and white striped tights?
kls: Amazon.com of course. Where everything comes from.
RN: Thank you, very much for taking the time to answer my questions.
kls: You’re most welcome. Now, if there’s nothing further…WIPpet Wednesday’s offering is 10 sentences from CBC via the magic of WIPpet Math. Today is the 19th. 1+9=10. Easy peasy. No set-up for this is needed. Just Driev, contemplating things.
Funny how clothing can trigger memories, and all the assorted emotions that tag along with them. I’d been raised in a life of privilege, and though my father hated the sight of me, he refused to have anyone see me in anything but the best. So on those rare occasions when I accompanied him in public, he ensured I went dressed in custom tailored clothing of soft, rich fabrics. He wouldn’t dare tarnish his good name by presenting a less than pristine front. I could have taken advantage of that. I could have acted up, and brought him shame to pay him back for all the pain he caused me, but oddly enough I relished those times. Even though his hand on my shoulder had all the warmth of the Wauklee iced over, I treasured it like a rare and precious gem. It was, after all, the only time he touched me without malice. The public eye saw me as the model son, eager to please a father that, while far from doting, appeared at least concerned with my well-being. It may have been one grand facade, the gem flawed and cracked, but it was the closest to feeling like his son that I ever got.
And with that, I take my leave. Go forth and WIPpet.
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