Another 800.
Or somewhere around there. It's a little more than that I think, but I don't have an exact count right now.
I have to learn how to count sections in OpenOffice. OpenOffice is FAR superior to Microsoft Word, especially when you compare prices. Phwew! (hint: OpenOffice 2.0 is FREE. Yup. Good price.)
Anyway, I just havent' figured out all them fancy buttons yet!
You're probably wondering exactly what it is that I'm counting. It's that story. You know, THAT one? The one with Michael the kid, Gabe the dog, Dan and Mercy Wright, the Parents of Ben, Greg, and Molly Wright?
Well, that one has progressed a little bit. Half of these following words were already written, I'd just never finished them. But I have now, and I hope they arent' too confusing. I'm having a little trouble remembering character names myself.
Anyway, here they are. To read the bit before this, (to refresh your memory) go to the last piece I wrote. Once more, the paragraphing is messed up. I really need to figure out what drives this editor, and then, MAYBE I can fix the problem.
And, here it goes:
The Wright family was heading down the road at a leisurely pace, enjoying the morning view of God's green earth. The kids never ceased to marvel at the way trees are always beautiful in one way or another. Molly was naming almost every pretty tree that came into sight, each a slight variation of the word 'leaf'.
Dan Wright continued driving along with a half grin on his lips, but deep though etched into the set of his eyebrows. After a few more moments, they turned onto a little country road, and Dan said “Alright everyone, put your shoes on. Greg, get the door for your sister, Ben, get the door for your Mother.”
Of course, they were still five minutes from their driveway, but he always started early. A mile or two over the twisty road brought them to their driveway, and the turned in. The family was rather surprised to see a teenage boy on their property, trying to start an old lawnmower from the garbage pile.
He stopped suddenly as they pulled in, and just stared at them as they pulled in. Then, as if some idea from space had hit him, he walked towards their vehicle. They came to a stop, and Greg and Ben got out to get the doors for the girls. Michael continued towards them, not pausing for anything. He forced a relaxed expression onto his face, and said confidently, “Hi. How are you doing?”
Mr. Wright was out of the vehicle, and responded “Fine. Yourself?”
“I'm doing fine.” said Michael, his vocal chords warmed up from his multiple one sided chats with Gabe.
Dan wanted to find exactly who this young trespasser was, so he asked, “What's your name?”
“Michael.”
“My name's Dan Wright. This is my family, and I see you've met my home.”
Michael chuckled a little, glad to have made certain that this was their house.
“Yes sir. It's a nice house, but it could use a little work.” A bold way of going about things, and Dan was a little surprised, but interested.
“Really. Such as?”
“Well, the gutters are plugged, the door on the barn needs fixed, the lawn could use a little trimming. You've got the tools, but you don't seem to have the time.”
“No, that I don't. But I also don't have money to throw away.”
“I'm not looking for money, and you're not lookin' to spend it. Here's my suggestion,” Michael to a deep, nervous breath, and continued, “I need a place to stay for a little while, and I see you have plenty of rooms. I could trade you my work, for a place to stay for a few nights. Wouldn't really cost you anything, and you'd still have the work done.”
Dan was disturbed by this boy's forced confidence, and at the same time, pleased with his attention to detail.
“Well Michael, I'd like to discuss it with my wife and think it over for a little while first, but I'll give you a decision as quickly as I can.”
“Sounds good. And thank you. I'm sure it's hard to trust a stranger.”
As Dan walked toward the house, he almost laughed at what an understatement Michael had made. Hard? Try impossible! Dan Wright had been cheated, robbed, and shot at by complete strangers before, many of them seemingly nicer than this lad. Dan walked inside and promptly began explaining the situation to Mercy. After a rather brief description of the idea, he asked what she thought.
“What do I think?” asked Mercy, then continuing “Well, whatever you say is fine with me, but I think that it's a rather one sided deal. Now if just taking care of him for a few days is what you have in mind, then that's fine, and I don't mind it if you don't mind it, but he's not going to put out the same quality of work you do.”
Dan thought this over carefully, then said “You know me. Wouldn't let most strangers even come near my kids, but this one is different. I feel that he's completely open to what we tell him, and that we can reach him. Help him. And I think he will do a good job.”
Right then, a roar from a 2 cycle engine outside got their attention, and they looked out the window to see Michael playing with the now fixed lawnmower.
“Well I'll be.” said Dan in amazement. “If he hasn't got anything else, he has determination. I'd planned to throw that old junker away, because it was worn out and I couldn't get it to start at all, let alone run like that! Sounds like it's new out of the factory.”
Mercy smiled and said, “Well, looks like he's hired. I'll throw lunch on the table real quick. Would you invite him in?”
Dan managed to pull his eyes away from the miraculous lawnmower long enough to look at her and say, “Yeah. Yeah I'll do that.”
Questions? Comments? Suggestions?
Anybody? Anyone?
Hello?
uhg.?
I have to learn how to count sections in OpenOffice. OpenOffice is FAR superior to Microsoft Word, especially when you compare prices. Phwew! (hint: OpenOffice 2.0 is FREE. Yup. Good price.)
Anyway, I just havent' figured out all them fancy buttons yet!
You're probably wondering exactly what it is that I'm counting. It's that story. You know, THAT one? The one with Michael the kid, Gabe the dog, Dan and Mercy Wright, the Parents of Ben, Greg, and Molly Wright?
Well, that one has progressed a little bit. Half of these following words were already written, I'd just never finished them. But I have now, and I hope they arent' too confusing. I'm having a little trouble remembering character names myself.
Anyway, here they are. To read the bit before this, (to refresh your memory) go to the last piece I wrote. Once more, the paragraphing is messed up. I really need to figure out what drives this editor, and then, MAYBE I can fix the problem.
And, here it goes:
The Wright family was heading down the road at a leisurely pace, enjoying the morning view of God's green earth. The kids never ceased to marvel at the way trees are always beautiful in one way or another. Molly was naming almost every pretty tree that came into sight, each a slight variation of the word 'leaf'.
Dan Wright continued driving along with a half grin on his lips, but deep though etched into the set of his eyebrows. After a few more moments, they turned onto a little country road, and Dan said “Alright everyone, put your shoes on. Greg, get the door for your sister, Ben, get the door for your Mother.”
Of course, they were still five minutes from their driveway, but he always started early. A mile or two over the twisty road brought them to their driveway, and the turned in. The family was rather surprised to see a teenage boy on their property, trying to start an old lawnmower from the garbage pile.
He stopped suddenly as they pulled in, and just stared at them as they pulled in. Then, as if some idea from space had hit him, he walked towards their vehicle. They came to a stop, and Greg and Ben got out to get the doors for the girls. Michael continued towards them, not pausing for anything. He forced a relaxed expression onto his face, and said confidently, “Hi. How are you doing?”
Mr. Wright was out of the vehicle, and responded “Fine. Yourself?”
“I'm doing fine.” said Michael, his vocal chords warmed up from his multiple one sided chats with Gabe.
Dan wanted to find exactly who this young trespasser was, so he asked, “What's your name?”
“Michael.”
“My name's Dan Wright. This is my family, and I see you've met my home.”
Michael chuckled a little, glad to have made certain that this was their house.
“Yes sir. It's a nice house, but it could use a little work.” A bold way of going about things, and Dan was a little surprised, but interested.
“Really. Such as?”
“Well, the gutters are plugged, the door on the barn needs fixed, the lawn could use a little trimming. You've got the tools, but you don't seem to have the time.”
“No, that I don't. But I also don't have money to throw away.”
“I'm not looking for money, and you're not lookin' to spend it. Here's my suggestion,” Michael to a deep, nervous breath, and continued, “I need a place to stay for a little while, and I see you have plenty of rooms. I could trade you my work, for a place to stay for a few nights. Wouldn't really cost you anything, and you'd still have the work done.”
Dan was disturbed by this boy's forced confidence, and at the same time, pleased with his attention to detail.
“Well Michael, I'd like to discuss it with my wife and think it over for a little while first, but I'll give you a decision as quickly as I can.”
“Sounds good. And thank you. I'm sure it's hard to trust a stranger.”
As Dan walked toward the house, he almost laughed at what an understatement Michael had made. Hard? Try impossible! Dan Wright had been cheated, robbed, and shot at by complete strangers before, many of them seemingly nicer than this lad. Dan walked inside and promptly began explaining the situation to Mercy. After a rather brief description of the idea, he asked what she thought.
“What do I think?” asked Mercy, then continuing “Well, whatever you say is fine with me, but I think that it's a rather one sided deal. Now if just taking care of him for a few days is what you have in mind, then that's fine, and I don't mind it if you don't mind it, but he's not going to put out the same quality of work you do.”
Dan thought this over carefully, then said “You know me. Wouldn't let most strangers even come near my kids, but this one is different. I feel that he's completely open to what we tell him, and that we can reach him. Help him. And I think he will do a good job.”
Right then, a roar from a 2 cycle engine outside got their attention, and they looked out the window to see Michael playing with the now fixed lawnmower.
“Well I'll be.” said Dan in amazement. “If he hasn't got anything else, he has determination. I'd planned to throw that old junker away, because it was worn out and I couldn't get it to start at all, let alone run like that! Sounds like it's new out of the factory.”
Mercy smiled and said, “Well, looks like he's hired. I'll throw lunch on the table real quick. Would you invite him in?”
Dan managed to pull his eyes away from the miraculous lawnmower long enough to look at her and say, “Yeah. Yeah I'll do that.”
Questions? Comments? Suggestions?
Anybody? Anyone?
Hello?
uhg.?
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