As this is the last day of the Slice of Life Story Challenge for March 2011. it seems appropriate to focus on the word ‘last.’ I am conjuring up all those connections to ‘last.’
I am pleased that I was able to last the distance, to meet the challenge of writing and posting a writing slice every day, despite the all the other demands on my time. Because this is the last posting for the month I will miss the internal machinations of my sometimes scrambled mind as I ruminated on what to write each day. The rehearsal was continual. It was stimulating. Words and phrases tumbled around in my brain, like clothes in a dryer. I played with ideas until at last I settled on my script. Then I sat at the computer and the words spilled onto the screen.
As I continue to ponder the meaning of last, I think of children being picked last for a team, The Monkees singing, Last Train to Clarksville. And then I think about lasting memories, last but not least, last one home’s a purple pig, the call of last drinks in a hotel just before it closes. The condemned man thinks about what he would eat for his last meal. These are not the last thoughts about last though!
I can hear it now. -The call at JFK airport that always used to aggravate the pedant in me when they announced repeatedly, ’This is the last AND final call for passengers travelling to (name a destination).’
Think about how annoyed we become when people change plans or change their minds at the last minute. Then think about the sense of elation when the last piece of the puzzle falls into place.
Custer’s Last Stand, Mao’s Last Dancer and who will get the last laugh? How much longer will this last? And who will save the last dance for me? What will be my last resort? Last night, last one, last chance…
Well, at last we have come to the end of this challenge and once again it has been such a worthwhile challenge in which to be involved. I have met new writers and given and received feedback. My horizons have been extended as I have read about the lives of others in areas far removed from mine. As much as we are different, we share a sense of community and fellowship. Happy, sad, weird and wonderful ideas have been shared through our respective postings. Once again, the journey has been a hoot!
Not last night but the night before, I came up with an idea for all those slices from the past three years. I am placing them into a book, rather than have them hidden away on my computer. I have titled the book, ‘Slices From A Life.’ This is not the last thing you will hear from me. We’ll see who has the last laugh!