WWW - Dramatic edition

A second Wednesday in a row with a Weekly Wednesday Wrap-up actually on a Wednesday - that in and of itself is so loaded with dramatic emphasis that I felt I should just go with it.

• Way back in April, I was at a gift auction at a local church. I had two tickets remaining and noticed that the bucket for the week of summer camp held only two tickets. It was nearly time for the drawings to begin, so into the bucket my last two tickets went.



• Neatnik is in drama camp this week. They are working on the witches scene from the Scottish play.



• Last night, Number Guy and I helped her with her lines. Neatnik is witch #3 so I was enlisted to play witch #1 and Number Guy was conscripted to play witch #2.



• I offered him the sobriquet of warlock #2 or wizard #2 or even medicine man #2, but he was just fine with being witch #2.



• It's a dad thing.



• And very Shakespearean, as well.



• We all got into the drama of the lines and it really did sound pretty good.



• I had planned to ride my bicycle while Neatnik was in camp all this week. On Monday, I rode 20 miles. I pedaled my way up and down a railbank which has been paved by the county park system. Lovely shaded areas, sunny salt marshes, and the occasional cool bird flying by. Very dramatic.



• Yesterday, I did not bike. I walked in the mall for a few miles instead.



• No, it wasn't due to saddle sores.



• It was raining heavily.



• Buckets.



• Cats and dogs.



• I didn't want to bike through poodles puddles.



• And there was lightning. Lots of lightning.



• Several towns lost power briefly and flooding was definitely present in low-lying areas.



• Conditions were so bad dramatic that I began to fear that I would not be able to get back to the school in time to pick up the Neatnik.



• Happily, I was able to detour around the problems, retrieve Neatnik, and head out for home.



• Unhappily, we were nearly in a collision on the way back to chez trek.



• Nobody was hurt, fortunately.



• See, we were on a through street and the driver of a truck at a cross street was busy watching a pedestrian and never looked to their left to see the oncoming traffic.



• I swerved left, mashed the brake pedal, and skidded to a halt a hair's breadth from the truck's left front bumper.



• I did promise that this was the dramatic edition, didn't I?

That's plenty enough drama for this week. Tune in next week when we shall (hopefully) have a bit less of the drama.