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Writing prompts day 2
My cousin suggested “It was a dark and stormy night” which gave me an idea…just how many variations can we come up with on that infamous line?
- We stumbled in the darkness while the wind lashed the trees and rain pelted off our heads.
- Headlights reflected off the raging flood before us.
Your turn!
She was alone in the sea of fog…
Through the mist, she saw the lights of the harbor.
Empty, deserted, eerie, a ghost town.
Not one boat remained, not a single human.
The only sound she heard was the splash of her paddle and the bell on a buoy.
Why was she the only one?
Give me some writing prompts…please?
I thought it might be fun to do some writing from prompts given to me by my readers.
Let’s have some fun and see if I have any skills left.
Have you ever….?
Wanted to kill someone but didn’t because …well… jail and all that.
Wanted to pack up your car and disappear?
Felt so low you were looking up to see worm bellies?
Felt so good you felt like you were walking on air?
Any more have you ever(s) out there?
How will we manage this?
These days it is difficult to get anything done. Not only am I exhausted all the time, but I have extremely limited use of my left hand.
Yes, surgery looms in my future. Not sure how they will do it. When they will do it. Or even if they will do it.
Even though I am right-handed, I am finding out how much I use my left hand.
A lot.
I imagine when I have surgery, I’ll find out even more.
Call me around dinnertime?
Expect to get the answering machine.
I refuse to answer the phone when I am cooking dinner or when I am eating dinner.
Heck if I don’t recognize your number or ID on the TV screen when you call, expect to leave a message on my machine and IF I am not eating dinner, fixing dinner, or cleaning up after dinner I might even pick up before you finish your message.
With the political calls and all the sales crap (even though we are on a do not call list they still call) I seldom answer the phone these days.
I am also one of those people who doesn’t own a cell phone. I do NOT want to be connected 24/7.
If it is important, leave a message on my answering machine, and I’ll get back to you.
The monthly pill project
I just spent a half an hour putting together a month’s worth of pills for The Curmudgeon. He takes a lot of pills.
Yes, the pill system I bought actually holds all his pills for a month. It is working very well for him.
I hate having to fill it, but I love having to only do it once a month.
If you need one, or have a family member who could use this system, you can find it on Amazon. We also have the pill reminder alarm clock that you can buy with it.
MedCenter 31 Day Pill Organizer
Cue fog horn*
I swear I live in a permanent fog these days. I drag along, forget what I’m doing, fall asleep at my desk, and can’t remember things from one minute to the next.
Gallons of coffee have no affect.
I think it is catching too because Lucy will doze off almost immediately when I sit down with her on the couch.
Maybe once the weather gets warm enough to be outside…oh yeah… but then there’s the idiot neighbor who is a real pain in the ass with his loud music and rotten attitude who makes my yard, what used to be my sanctuary, just another place for annoyance.
Sigh.
I want real peace and some actual restful rest.
Every single time I lie down for a bit of a nap, The Curmudgeon gets talkative, or one of the dogs gets whiny.
Lucy’s new addiction is actually good for her
I’ve been fighting with Lucy over her eating things in the yard. Last night I picked the weed she seems to be going after all the time, brought the sample inside, and got on the computer.
I found a match, it is purple dead nettle and it is actually good for you.
It turns out that those purple, fuzzy looking weeds with square stems is Lamium purpureum, a plant in the mint family known as purple dead nettle. Many people harvest and eat it.
Eat it? The little pink flowers taste sweet. The rest of the plant is high in a number of nutrients including those cancer-busting compounds, antioxidants.
Looks like our little dog is no fool.
Oh yeah, spring.
It is definitely spring here.
My flyer from Countryside Farm and Greenhouse arrived. Time to mark it up and make my lists, flower and veggies. Also time to gather together all of the friends who want to go and make an afternoon of it.
I’m sure we could find a nice place to luncheon.
Our magnolia tree is in full bloom as are our daffodils.
Tougher than the males
Miss Lucy is proof of that. She waltzed into the vet’s office like she owned the joint. Unlike Gavin who you have to drag in the door.
In minutes, she had the office staff giving her treats and scratches. Unlike Gavin who would’ve been hiding under the seats in the waiting room.
Because of an emergency, we did have a long wait in our room, but she stretched out on her side and dozed off. Unlike Gavin who would’ve totally stressed out to the point of us having to leave to come back at a later date.
On the floor with the vet techs, Lucy barely noticed the needle stick and the blood removal. Gavin would have to be muzzled and he’d be in panic mode.
An examination by the vet had her climbing on Dr. Ashley, snuggling in, wagging her tail, and giving kisses. Gavin would be looking for a place to hide and trying get as far away from Dr. Ashley as possible.
Two shots given unnoticed and she was still all wags and kisses. Where Gavin would act like a baby and be ready to go home NOW.
I am a brave and happy girl.
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