I left for Australia on August 1st, and I got back on August 14th. The opening ceremonies were on July 27th, so I got a few days of Olympics watching before I departed. Something happened during that time period which I didn’t really want to mention.
The Zombie and I were both very absorbed by the Olympics. Such impressive athletes! So much work, and effort, and raw emotion on display! How can you not be dazzled? But … why’s the Zombie so interested?
The Zombie got up, and he pointed at a book on my book shelf. It was no accident. He pointed to Flannery O’Conner’s The Complete Stories. Then he looked at me, gave me a little nod, hesitated, started to do a creepy shuffle toward me, shook it off, gave me another nice nod, then walked out the door.
That’s one brave zombie.
(Oh, and I had told the Zombie before that if he ever wanted to destroy a book of mine by nibbling on it or getting blood on it or whatever, that he could go for Flanney O’Conner’s book. Why? Because it’s a challenge that I’ve had sitting on my book shelf for a long time now. We had to read several of her short stories in high school, and I kind of enjoyed them, but the teacher sucked the fun out of every one. I told myself I would read all she had written in an attempt to make them enjoyable. It’s a challenge for myself. And I have ironically also sucked the fun out of it.)
The Zombie’s challenge? To bag himself an Olympian. For dinner.