The time-line

6 a.m.

House-mate awakens,

feeling violently ill.

***

6:15 a.m.

Woken by his

cries, I

immediately

fall back to sleep.

***

6:30 a.m.

Woken again by his cries,

I run to the kitchen, and

fix myself a heaping

burlap satchel of waffles.

***

06:45 a.m.

Call the doctor.

***

07:30 a.m.

Doctor arrives, and is

immediately ushered to

the kitchen, where he

fixes himself a heaping

burlap satchel of waffles.

***

08:30 a.m.

Doctor goes to

House-mate’s room.

Sends in a canary.

***

11:59 a.m.

Canary returns

with a renewed

sense of pride,

an olive branch,

and a heaping burlap

satchel of waffles.

***

12:01 p.m.

Doctor administers medicine

***

12:02 p.m.

House-mate feels better

***

12:03 p.m.

House-mate dies.

***

12:30 p.m.

Doctor composes the Magic Flute

***

12:45 p.m.

Austrian Deluxe singer

Falco records

“Rock Me Amadeus”.

***

1:00 p.m.

George Raymond runs out of

ideas for this time-line piece.

***

1:03 p.m

George begins working on next bit.

***

finis

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44 thoughts on “The time-line

  1. (1) I once ate an awful waffle. It didn’t have that burlap satchel aroma that I always crave.
    (2) So where is the canary now? Somewhere in the islands?
    (3) The hand that rocks the cradle belongs to Amadeus? I prefer Rebecca De Mornay.
    (4) True story: When my aunt became pregnant years ago, I suggested she name the boy Wolfgang. My aunt’s married name is Green.
    (5) I suggest you go back in time and correct this whole house-mate situation. Do you wish to borrow my DeLorean? I just overhauled the flux capacitor, so it’s ready to go.

  2. How weird! I live on waffles. That’s all I eat! Along with the occasional apple. And bacon, of course. :)

    • Waffles done well (i.e., thin and very crispy) are one of my favorite things, but so few restaurants do waffles any other way but big, soft and fluffy. People don’t know what they are missing. Thanks, SS

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