Never Say Never #mfrwauthor

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Week 11, that means the third month is almost done. Nine more to go. If you're a James Bond fan you might remember  "Never Say Never Again." No matter how much we swear not to do something, life is not always under our control. I was going to write about several moments in my life that I would not want to repeat: planning the funeral of a family member, watching the towers fall, and from my professional life reliving the destruction of two projects each of which represented decades worth of work. One project ended because another author published a similar book and his collection of artifacts was more impressive. The other project died because the new leader of the organization denied history existed before him and since the anniversary wasn't about him, he unilaterally cancelled everything.

But the official topic was "If I Never Had To Do This One Task Again." So I will focus on the word "task." A task I will gladly say "never again will I" tell someone that a friend or loved one had died. It never gets easier.

In the vein of things that aren't fun to do, announce to the world that an anniversary celebration a year in the making will not be held.That memory is still too raw so I will go elsewhere

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Now for the record, I actually like to chop wood and shovel snow. However, I would not want to redo the snow clearance of the Blizzard of 2006. It wasn't the tasks of shoveling the driveway, nor the three hundred feet of sidewalk, or even the narrow path to the elderly neighbors front door that puts the task on the list. It was the tossing of the snow onto a pile that was several feet over my head. Then doing it again and again when the snowplow knocked five feet of the pile back into the driveway. And did it not once, or twice but several times until I finally stood in front of the driveway and refused to move. I never want to have to stand firm again.

In a postscript, every time we see on the news that another winter storm is hitting the area, we are glad that we moved. The town had taken out the one-stone wide slate sidewalk which practically cleared itself and replaced it with a 100-foot long and more than six-foot wide concrete sidewalk. Way too much to shovel within the 12-hour stopping of snow law.

That's my story. Hope you'll visit the other authors in the challenge. ~till next time, Helen