After writing about sex and violence and divorce, I think I need to lighten things up a little. I mean, I don't sit around my house conjuring up sadness, though, of course, sadness slips in once in a while.
And tomorrow is a pretty big blogging day around here and it's also the day my latest novel is released into the wild.
So let me tell you about my rubber band ball. It's a story about moving on.
Back when I was married, my former spouse started a rubber band ball. By the time I left, that ball was about the size of a softball on steroids. Almost a volleyball--a tether ball sized thing. The rubber bands that came into the house barely fit on this behemoth. I don't know what it looks like now, having not seen it in a year or two, but I imagine it's the rubber band ball that could eat the world.
So when I was in my second little cottagey type place, I started collecting rubber bands. I still read a daily newspaper--and I eat a lot of vegetables, so there were all these rubber bands around. But how to start the middle of the ball? How to make that knot of concentrated rubber to form the heart?
I almost called my former spouse to ask, but that seemed very strange and stupid. So I just kept collecting.
After a few months, I asked the man I had just started dating about the idea of a rubber band ball. He thought I was nuts, and laughed at my notion. But one day, I came home from a run, and there on my dining room table was a little tiny ball of rubber. I was so happy! I had a rubber band ball of my own. Sure I didn't know how to start it, but there it was now.
My rubber band ball grew and grew. Clearly it inspired the man I was dating and now calling my boyfriend so much that he started his own rubber band ball. We would find rubber bands everywhere and fight over who got to take them home.
A couple of months ago, we moved in together. We put both the rubber band balls next to each other (mine, by the way, is about the size of a baseball), and we realized that we were both doing the same thing--every time we put a rubber band on mine, we took one off of his and added it to mine.
We have a rubber band ball together! And he is at the core of it.
Now, isn't that sweet!
But seriously, I recommend rubber band balls. They are a good use of rubber bands, are fun to bounce, and you can amaze and astound friends as they grow.
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