Remember the movie Multiplicity with Michael Keaton? Over the past two weeks, I know why he embraced the philosophy of having many clones.
I would like just one clone. Stat.
It has been unbelievably busy lately. I mean non-stop busy. I have decided the way that would have been the easiest would be to have a clone.
I would have my clone take my place as National Honor Society adviser. I could have celebrated with the newly members while my clone could have eased the pains and wiped the tears of the 15 who did not get in.
I would have my clone go to Walmart. I hate going there, and it is almost a festival of clones there anyhow. I would have hung out and read books with Squishy or played String Bean in a round of Mario Kart.
I would have my clone sit through long meetings. She could sit there, smiling at all the information that would have been better off in an email while I would get my copies ready for the morning’s classes.
I would have my clone fix technology for everyone. My clone could go and fix a computer for two hours while I ventured to the park for a nice walk.
I would have my clone conference with String Bean’s teacher. My clone may be better at this than I am because she would not be so frustrated. I would get a massage – to calm down, of course.
I would have my clone grade freshmen English persuasive essays. I would give her a purple pen (it is less threatening) and have her go to town. She would not feel pained as the students leave the classroom and dump the carefully graded essays in the garbage after glancing briefly at the score.
I would have my clone go bathing suit shopping. She could have the honor of trying on a variety of suits and finding the perfect one all while standing under harsh, fluorescent lights. I would sit and read Stephen King’s new novel on my Kindle.
I would have my clone update my Facebook, reply to text messages, fetch my lunch, get allergy shots, pay bills, go shopping, feed the dogs, clean my closet and pretty much do everything that has piled up from The Captain’s musical and break. During this time, I would have been able to write on my much-neglected blog.
If I only had a clone.