Pants on Fire

This is what I get for cheating. I was so pressed for time Friday night I took a limp old rag of writing and tried to make it snap like a flag in a stiff ocean breeze; took words  I wrote three years back and tried passing them off as fresh. What can I say? We were hurrying to  beat the traffic to the Cape.

And I get tired sometimes.

And that’s my only excuse.

Also the fact that when we got down here we went out on the town so I didn’t proof the post and out it went into the world at 5am. I should explain that I schedule these posts so they appear on their own at that hour. So up it went, a great fat fib from beginning to end and chock full of typos too.

God got me good though: in the post I talked about how my phone was dying which it in fact had been doing 1,000 days ago when I wrote the piece but then it did die, right during dinner Friday night. This fancy new i-Phone just went black. Wouldn’t reboot, wouldn’t take a charge. Just shut its eyes tight and took the 5th.

So let that be a lesson to me to tell the truth every time out!

Another truth is that we had one gorgeous day on old Cape Cod. I ate too much, then drank too much, then came back to our hosts’  breezy cool house, climbed the stairs to the guest room, looked out over the waves of that rocking dish of an ocean and was asleep before my head hit the pillow. 

Sooo no phone again today. AND a big head from the Crown Royal. AND a guilty conscience for being a liar. I’ve learned my lesson. Never again will I write here what isn’t true and real for me in the moment. And here’s what’s real right this second: these two views captured an hour or two after sunrise on the third-to-last weekend in August.


12 thoughts on “Pants on Fire

  1. Hmmmmm…2 dozen hail Mary’s (footballs are optional), 4 dozen acts of contrition, several hours of physical self-flagellation, or if you’re really serious, mental, 14 hours of the 700 club followed by the Jersey Shore…and you should be good to go.

  2. You are too fastidious about what is true or not true. The truth rests on shifting sands! Who cares when you wrote the piece in question? The artistry shines through, and that is all that matters.

    PS It ain’t no sin
    To take off your skin
    And dance around in your bones. (Song from the 1920s)

  3. I just thought it was the most important thing I could do on this blog: tell the absolute truth about what was going on for me or else it’s some sort of scam I’m running. I may have it all wrong. Anyway love that old lyric about the bones! My mom was a senior on high school in 1926 and she used to sing that song to us all the time 🙂

  4. So did my mother. Here are some others: Around the Corner and Under the Tree; Let’s Put Out the Lights and Go to Bed; Sweet Sue; Let’s Have Another Cup of Coffee; Mary Lou I Love You. My mother sang these songs from the 20s and 30s. Are these familiar to you?

  5. For me some of them vaguely ring a bell but I don’t know if I heard them in a movie. T- you are so very hard on yourself. All those miles that you drove your uncle – have you forgotten that? All the people you entertained in your house for what? a few months? Not to mention all the other things you do. Honey, your body was crying out for sleep when you dozed off. I like to read some of the earlier posts anyway and it looks like everyone else feels the same way. If you feel you must punish yourself, a little more of the hair of the dog might do it. 🙂 Gonna write those song names down and see if I can hear them online.

  6. I respect that you’re honest in your blog here and appreciate your concerns about it. I read your writings daily and you have inspired me to begin to write again–not for publication but for myself. I haven’t done any writing since I retired from academia a year ago. I think that all writers need to monitor themselves for honesty, even if they’re writing fiction!!

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