150
This is my 150th post, which is kind of sad considering that my 111th post came over a year ago. The reason that the number 150 is a big deal for me is not because I’ve reached some magical number, or because of the abundance of posts (David’s Blog has 374 posts and it’s almost a seven months younger than mine), but because I’ve posted 18 entries in the past 3 months (whoa… okay, so I know that doesn’t seem like a lot). Although, it’s not a lot of posts, it’s reassuring for me to know that I’ve resumed a somewhat consistent pattern of posting, if you would have asked me about this blog last spring, I would have said that it was dead. Well, it’s not dead… at least, not dead yet.
“I’m not dead yet…”
Collector: Bring out yer dead.
[a large man carrying a dead body enters the scene]
Large Man: Here’s one.
Collector: That’ll be ninepence.
Dead Body: I’m not dead.
Collector: What?
Large Man: Nothing. There’s your ninepence.
Dead Body: I’m not dead.
Collector: ‘Ere, he says he’s not dead.
Large Man: Yes he is.
Dead Body: I’m not.
Collector: He isn’t.
Large Man: Well, he will be soon, he’s very ill.
Dead Body: I’m getting better.
Large Man: No you’re not, you’ll be stone dead in a moment.
Collector: Well, I can’t take him like that. It’s against regulations.
Dead Body: I don’t want to go on the cart.
Large Man: Oh, don’t be such a baby.
Collector: I can’t take him.
Dead Body: I feel fine.
Large Man: Oh, do me a favor.
Collector: I can’t.
Large Man: Well, can you hang around for a couple of minutes? He won’t be long.
Collector: I promised I’d be at the Robinsons’. They’ve lost nine today.
Large Man: Well, when’s your next round?
Collector: Thursday.
Dead Body: I think I’ll go for a walk.
Large Man: You’re not fooling anyone, you know. Isn’t there anything you could do?
Dead Body: I feel happy. I feel happy.
[the Dead Collector glances up and down the street furtively, then silences the Body with his a whack of his club]
Large Man: Ah, thank you very much.
Collector: Not at all. See you on Thursday.
Large Man: Right.
