Yes, I have been pampering my back today . . . and just about everything else. I have not been thinking, just reading light-weight stuff. The problem with that is the telling of the basic story isn’t bad, but when the author tries to tie it up in an ending, you do think. You think, “YUCK.” Oh, well, on to the next one.
Speaking of endings, it appears the author of the Jerry Series, to whom I served as an assistant has abandoned the project. Sooooo… That seems to leave it open for some anonymous person to pick up the story and wander around with it and then wait for the original author to go ACK!!!! or GRANDMA!!!!!!
Right off the bat, I can tell you that Jerry has six toes. Well, he had six toes; surgeons amputated the littlest one when he was learning math and insisted on Base 11. And it wasn’t the “little toe” that was taken; Jerry’s littlest toe was actually the second one over from the big toe – in other words, what would be our middle toe. That was very trying on the toe on the end. Before the operation, he had been the little piggy who had to do nothing; now he has to to WHEE WHEE WHEE all the way home.
As an aside, do you know there are little people out there who think the little toe when wee, wee, wee all the way home because his wasn’t allowed to go to the bathroom before they left for home?
I should not have started thinking, right?