Hot damn, I think it is. But you tell me – as I’d love to know if you’ve been paying attention. Lord knows I haven’t…
Anywho – I saw both challenges, and just knew that I had to make them work together (in part, because I had no earthly idea what to do with them individually!) I hope it worked out in the end. And I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
“Do-ya mind… iffff I play tha ukulele?”
He slurred it to no one in particular, as he sat alone, drunk on the park bench. While playing, some pigeons waddled over to inspect it, his efforts, that is. Finding his talent lacking (and he without bread), they went their way; wreaking a havoc different than his upon people simply trying to enjoy themselves – sans pigeons and the homeless.
But he was no mere homeless. No, He was the Savior. The Messiah. The King returned to His people.
Sadly, neither the people, nor the pigeons, nor even himself knew all that. And as such, the world just continued to tip.
This week’s song was chosen by Deana: “Tight Rope” by Janelle Monae
And Prof “asked Lexy to choose any book and give me a 10:” from the 10th page of Terry Pratchett’s “Mort.”