The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 191

The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.

Day 191: “I should probably make sure I have enough space to work before then.”

“I should probably make sure I have enough space to work before then.” Getting rid of the boxes and the paper that was used to wrap breakables would be easily done, even if it did take some time.  He would have to put the cardboard and paper out in batches in the recycling bin.  The bin wasn’t large enough to take all of the paper and cardboard in one shot so he would have to parcel it out over the coming weeks.

Even though those at work thought he would need a few weeks to settle and he left them to think that as his current excuse, James knew that once he finished in the garage, he would be fundamentally done with his unpacking.  He would need to pick up a work bench and perhaps create a pegboard along the wall so that he could effectively store his tools.  “I might need some shelves to store parts,” he added. Mentally he fleshed out the space.  James nodded and then let the thought go.  In very little time he could equip his garage.  In a little more time he could clear out the space he needed and begin looking for a project car. 

However that still left him with time.  If nothing happened with Tucker and people coming after him, then he would continue to have his weekend free.  He was finished with the unpacking, more or less. And this Sunday he would go grocery shopping after looking up more about making pancakes.  Next Saturday held his time at the pool and then attempting pancakes again in a better form. Sunday would again bring shopping.

As his longest shopping excursion took about an hour and a half with the drive time included and as he found out there was a practical limit to how long he could swim, this left a large chunk of time unclaimed.  James thought of the show he was watching for work.  He could binge watch about three episodes at a time before he needed to step away from the television.  On the streaming site each show ran forty three minutes.  It would still leave him with a lot of time to fill.

“Even with commercials.”

James frowned.  Having nothing more he could do in the garage, James went inside.  Once inside, he took a note pad and settled himself on the couch.  He turned the television on and flipped around until he found an older television show.  He let it run without paying much attention.  At the moment he wasn’t after entertainment he just wanted background noise and to look like he was doing something while he thought. 

‘Maybe start small,’ he decided.  ‘not thinking about big things like what am I going to do with this life, but small things I always wish I had time to do.  Like the pancakes.’

James couldn’t recall ever having a yen to make a better pancake before he attempted it that morning but he let the thought stand.

“Chess,” he said.  James always wanted to learn to play chess.  He remembered learning the basics of how the pieces moved, but nothing really beyond that. It always seemed like a game he would like to learn to play and to play well.  He picked up his notebook and wrote down chess. James stared at the television screen, his mind not really taking in the scene playing out. 

“Shakespeare,” he added.  While he would like to be able to make a few quotes if necessary, learning the plays and a little more about them seemed like something he could do. “I think I even have a copy of Shakespeare’s plays on one of the shelves somewhere,” he told himself.  He was certain someone gave him a leather bound set as a birthday present one year.  He remembered being mystified by the gift, but liking the way the leather bound volumes looked on his shelf.

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