SOL 31 - The Last Slice

31 Excuses for Forgetting a Slice

"My WiFi crashed. I was only able to watch TV for some reason."

"My grandparents were over for dinner and I couldn't leave them."

"I needed to empty the dishwasher."

"I needed to clean the garage."

"I didn't forget, exactly, but there were more important things."

"My fish died."

"My computer stopped working and so did all five others in the house."

"The tree outside obscured the window so I couldn't see the keyboard."

"I stubbed my toe. The pain was so bad that I passed out and couldn't type my slice."

"My mother died and I was too sad."

"My dad was on a trip and it was traumatizing for me."

"My lawnmower stopped working."

"There was an ant crawling on my computer."

"It was 3:00 pm and I can never write at three pm."

"My computer was updating for 20 hours."

"My grandparents were on a plane and it crashed."

"My cat stepped on the keys and forced my computer to explode."

"I was locked up in a basement for a day."

"My house, along with the computer, were wiped out by a tornado."

"Japan sent planes to bomb only my room."

"I was typing my slice at the top of a tree and the computer fell and broke."

"I dropped my computer in the ocean."

"I don't have a computer but the libraries were all suddenly closed."

"I died."

"My living room is yellow and I can't type a slice in a yellow room."

"A bear came and stole all the computers in the house."

"A bear was holding me hostage so I couldn't do the slice for that day."

"My whole house spontaneously combusted."

"I shipped my computer to Costa Rica."

"There was a tsunami which wiped out my parents and I'm still grieving their loss."

"Aliens invaded and kidnapped me and the computer was my only source of food."

SOL 30 - The Penultimate Slice

     This is it. This is the penultimate slice. I've been waiting for this slice for so long, before Johnny was sent to war and Felicia married Uncle Grant. I'd been silently counting the days gone by, the days where all we had to eat was our fingernails, the days where we sat aimlessly poking the hard dirt with sticks and staring at the tapestry on the wall. The Penultimate Slice has been long foretold in our household. The Prophesy of the Orange told of one student, Thea, C-P, who would either save or destroy the nation:

A student of the Logan School

Shall slice the last in a swimming pool

And see the blog in endless sleep

A person's soul, cursed slice shall reap

A single word shall end her slice

Logan to preserve? Think twice

     And tomorrow, we shall see who's odds are ever in their favor as the students of Logan battle for the Slicing Crown.

SOL 29 - Two More! (Train of Thought)

     The Train of Thought comes chugging into the station in a cloud of black smoke. It screeches to a stop just beside Platform 9¾ and the heavy door opens to let passengers in. No one needs a ticket for the Train of Thought. After everyone has boarded, the train doesn't chug away. It simply disappears.

The first stop on the Train of Thought is at a bakery. A scratchy voice on the loudspeaker tells passengers about cake:

"Cake is pretty good. The most recent time I've had cake was two weeks ago at my friend's bat mitzvah. There was lemon meringue cake and chocolate cake. The lemon meringue, ironically, did not have any meringues on it. Instead, there were macaroons. I remember reading something in a book about active and passive voice using cake as an example. 'I ate cake' vs 'The cake got eaten.' And now folks, I think it's time to continue on our trip."

The train chugs to a slow stop at a large red brick house in San Francisco.

"This is where my grandparents live. This is also where I am typing this slice. I was thinking about my grandparents because I was stretching my arms and heard my knuckles crack. My grandpa is a retired medical doctor and he always freaks out when my knees click, when I have a headache, etc. He always assumes the worst. Headache = tumor. Knees or elbows clicking = something wrong with the joint. Sneezing from pollen allergies = horrible cold. Coughing = asthma attack (I don't even have asthma). Speaking of asthma, we will now continue to the emergency room in Denver.

"This, folks, is where I was brought because of a supposed asthma attack a year ago. My family was driving to Moab, Utah, in a rented trailer that we had just picked up that morning. The trailer was cleaned with something that made me continually cough. After all that coughing, my fingers started to go numb. The doctors told us later that it was because of a lack of air. Telling my parents that I was having trouble breathing (who wouldn't when they're coughing) we rushed to the emergency room. I got some medicine for that particular cleaning product which has a very long name and could continue on the road trip."

Passengers looked out the window for the next stop on the Train of Thought, but they were back at the station. To the outside, the train lost a bit of form and became more and more transparent with every person exiting the train. Finally, a small girl with short brown hair and a Totoro shirt stepped onto the platform, and the train disappeared once more.

SOL 28 - A Headache-Inducing Slice

     As I sit in front of my computer, I open up the Logan SOL blog and click on Miles' link. His blog is about posting about me posting about him posting about me posting. Personally, I like the part about him commenting on my post about his post about me posting about him posting about me posting about him posting where, in the blog, I comment on his blog about me posting about him posting. I also like where he comments on my blog about him posting about me posting about him posting. I type into the keyboard: "This is a very nice slice! I like the part where you comment on my post about you posting about me posting about you posting!" 

SOL 27 - Shelties

     As soon as I step into my grandparents' house, here they come. The shelties, not my grandparents. The shelties swarm my feet and suitcase barking loud enough and high enough for bats in China to hear. If I lean down to pet them, the one I brush my fingers against zooms into another room and then zooms back, still barking. These shelties have been here for as long as I could remember. Different ones, for sure, but still two to four shelties yipping and yapping to signal my arrival. To follow the tiny floofy dogs, my grandparents. After much hugging and chatting, the shelties get bored and wander away.

SOL 26 - The Wonderful Wondrous Wonders of the Color Gray

     First off, the color that is white with some black in it has two different spellings; grey and gray. They're both correct, but grey is more popular in England and gray is more common in America.
     I enjoy this color, gray. It is a basic color and has lots of different shades. The colors can range from the color code #FFFFFF, which is white, to #000000, which is black. Gray is very good.
     Gray is cool because it has different meanings. A light gray could be snow, or rain, or clouds. Dark gray could be a bad storm, foreboding.
     As you can see, I was having a hard time coming up with ideas for this slice. I looked at a book, as I was sitting in the library at the time, and the cover was grey.

SOL 25 - Snow Day!

     I wake up, groggy. The clock I have projected on my ceiling (I like to know the time when it's dark) blinks a big red 10:45 am. Jolting up in bed, I wonder if my parents forgot to wake me up for school. Or maybe my clock is wrong. Maybe it's 10:45 pm. I throw off the 3 blankets I have on my bed and walk sleepily to my parents' room down the hall, past the window.
     "Mom? Why didn't you wake me up?"
     "Snow day! The school called me at 5:30."
     "Snow day? But... there's no snow."
     "Look out the window."
     I backtrack down the hallway. The apple and cherry trees are bending with a foot or so of snow on every branch. Occasionally a squirrel tries to hop across the tall wooden fence, falls in the heavy snow, and clambers back up.
     It's freezing by the window. I mumble an "ok" to my mom and climb back in bed. I don't go out of my house for the rest of the day.