A Saturday and a dog.

I read something for the second time, which only made sense now, for the 1st time.

"But plans are one thing and fate another. When they coincide, success results. Yet success mustn't be considered the absolute. It is questionable, for that matter, whether success is an adequate response to life. Success can eliminate as many options as failure." - Tom Robbins

Actually this is not what I read, but found instead while searching for the first. Must be fate...

Why does this scare me so? To think I have to write something for someone? There is no one else! Until I say so. It is just me, the page, and the ringing phone which never stops.

Can you imagine how awesome it must have been to be there first? Although did they even know then? Did the first guy, or girl, maybe having a cool drink on a lonely, sporting Saturday afternoon, yes, saturdays are always, and have always been sporting, looking at the burnt remains of a pancake, think to herself ( I think it's clear at this point that it was a girl), if I could only flip the pancake over with something flatter than a spoon... Maybe if I fold this paper, no, flammable. Maybe if I bend the spoon a bit, so that the round part becomes a little flatter.

(Enter guy. Hey! This is my story, and I don't care if it's not feminist enough!) "Say, honey, come and bend this here spoon for me, I'll appreciate it an awful lot..." (Ok, perhaps this wasn't set on a ranch somewhere in the apparently smutty fifties, but still, my words...) So then in comes the big strong man, and out comes... the egg flip! Although that's probably not what happened, but still.

Imagine being that girl! Of course in her case, the guy probably took the credit and named the egg flip "Lil Billy's geenuous Invention" and sold it at every Ol Pop store in the county... But imagine her thinking back and going, I did that, first!

And the worst of all is, she had no idea that she was the first. For all she knew, somewhere on the other side of the world, some french guy was cooking with his "le flip" jip, that's the sum total of my french, leaning on all the stacked, packaged boxes, ready for their next shipment...

But there wasn't, and she was the first.

So imagine how she felt when she then found out, it was her. All her.