The Abridged Waters

I intend to powerwalk a few miles. The weekend is perfect for a journey. I dread the unshoveled sidewalks except I understand chores of removing snow myself. There is a way around this troubling matter. I decided to walk alongside the roads or elsewhere fellow travelers trekked on sidewalks slushing toward my destination. As usual, I thought my level concentration is being disrupted. Meanwhile, I focus on people who are alike me out for a walk with their gloves and/or mask bundled up. I am not alone. I empathizes our dilemma seeing that nothing is going to disconnect us. What matters most, is we made it another day building on inner health. There are other problems. Boxed obstacles become debris or a lost barrrette...I ignore these items crossed my path. Maybe, I can retrieve a quarter found on the cement ground. Lottery tickets are a waste of time because someone loses the game. Usually, you are not going to find a winning ticket. I journeyed on a little farther . I do not mind trekking around corners evenso a few hilly mounds. I love the jungle gym.you can see why I don’t let this upset me.

Damn!....I almost tripped over my left foot. Of course, I searched to find what caused each foot to stumble. A book? I hope that good luck found me. I think to myself, a useful object such as a tossed out typed lesson page(s). I wondered if I should pick it up. I consciously refused but brain subconsciousness used a bodily reflex arc to retrieve this book.....I warned myself to move on. I have plans for dinner. I shoved the book into an inner coat pocket. Crossing the roadway, I walked in other direction. I am headed through house territory leading towards a travel agency. If I need a ride, there are cabs offered for people in the area. After this route, I will be headed homeward bound. So many thoughts and I hurry to get home faster. My last travel location in Sunny State leaves a few tunes of the past entering mind. I have heard tunes before and group names provide energy. I feel good at best. Perhaps, the book is good afterall.

Oh, yeah.

Absolutely.

Reviving.

I entered home’s doorway to listen to prepared tunes made upon a return....Place me on a level with the elements, I will read the book today, I agreed to myself. Speak to me: Earth, wind, fire, skyline, riding like the wind, meetings or size me up a score for ego of megatron

I hurried upstairs to what is left playing on my mp3. I want to dress down. I slipped on somethings cozy. The book 📖 I removed from a pocket sitting it on a chair in a other room: That can wait until I cook a delicious menu or order in.

I am on stored energy- running on memory now. First, I headed toward a refrigerator except I dialed a local pizza restaurant. They have been given my information. He mentions something about a reward in the area. I assumed this includes me. I thought, okay. He requested information while as I asked for the delivery charges amount. We settled with a closed phone call. I am ready for the rest of my day.

I began cooking items I left on a kitchen table. Meat was thawed as well as bread dough. I started frying chicken that I seasoned lightly. The loaf of dough was placed in the oven. I planned on a sauce and mustard for the condiments. I quickly saw there was no vegetables to eat. I grabbed garden mixed vegetables out of my freezer. A medium saucepan will solve this case. I placed the bag in the pot filled by water to steam them. I will add final ingredients later such as butter.

Now, wallah!

The pizza parlor is busy so I already know I have a few minutes to sit down.

Well....

Consciousness arose and I glanced at the 📖 book. This is a black 📖 book with golden outlined pages seen from its outer edges. The writing on it does not seem familiar. I pondered, why did I pick it up. I sigh. I have a few minutes to find out. Sitting down on the sofa, I reached for the small 📖 book. It appears you can journal inside pages by a size estimate of it. The cover read memo....Intriguing, enough...The back of the black 📖 book said two thousand fifteen as the year to be a publishing date.

Ummm....Two thousand and fifteen? I seeked a name. I opened the front alas, there are only initials with scribbled shorthand. I assumed this is for their use alone....Inside there are note pages and leaf pockets to store receipts, etctera. The note pages are watermark blue. A memo belong to a local person?! No, at the bottom edges are written words Albuquerque. Really?!! Where exactly is their city located? Anyway, the pizza man knocked at my door besides ringing a doorbell. I sat the 📖 book aside. A leaflet fell out of it: “ To Whom It May Consern, if this is found use wisely and return as in the letter the balance.”

I thought, great...I am going to become broke for finding it! They want the balances? I have enough of this intrigue. I opened my door retrieving the pizza. I thanked him except I did not tip him due to my earlier intrigue. I am going into the kitchenette to eat dinner.

I watched a little television. Familiar episodes from the 1970’s to 1990’s flashed before these eyes. I enjoyed each show as I laughed, cried or listened intently.

What about the black 📖 book? I delved deeper in my forethoughts. Whatever the matter, can it wait until tomorrow? I suppose no because I reached for that book again. Hesitantly, I said to myself I would look inside cover to cover....I assumed correct. There are receipts, old checks, checkbook, empty wallet and ink carbon paper. All in me, paused, as I felt this world come to a standstill. I looked closer....A check is for me!!!! I’ve never seen anything like a cashier check before at all. This is real. The check was watermark blue. The lettered writing with instructions are in red detailing how to get your funds. These two are used jointly. The signature is real issued in a Hancock formality. I am required to write my name and address where needed when I reach a bank....I looked in back of it. A real check!? I do not mind getting the money to this person either. Hurriedly, I looked inside for more directions. I will be required to have a valid identification in the state. I am sure....This person warned me. I fill out the card inside as an identifier and needed a state identification. Fine...Well, if I am going to help them, I have to be fast. It is getting late. I peered at my clock: Are you? If this is worthwhile, I will head to the bank through a tunnel. I stood up walking out my house door with all needed pulling on a tan coat.

Once inside, the lines are long. I was glad to see some people return and/or sent to sit aside in chairs. No, offense! I am trying to help an individual. I think he/she are down on their luck....The line ceases. There is thirty five minutes before closing time today. Handing them all of my requested identity, I explained my case. I explained what occurred in the morning hours. She assisted me in order of setting the documents as discussed. She notified me about my rights under the law. Law?! Legal? Then, she said I have a reward for finding the material. The bookkeeper could be fined if this is not found soon. She started detailing the following:

Name: JacecB B. Billine

Place: Albuquerque, Upper Penninsula

Affiliation: w/ Promotions

Worth: 2 million dollars, Total Accruement Year

Father of Two Children

Single, Parent but Divorced

I couldn’t believe it!!!! I landed a lot of good luck. I obviously will receive a portion. I know that now. Mine? Oh, my! I am going to receive ten thousand dollars! Well, if I had time, I would go to my credit union too.

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Isn’t that amazing?!! I finished here grabbing a chocolate chip ice creme cone on the way home. I rested my head on a pillow: I will never disbelieve again!