Six Word Saturday - 9/26/09
Going out of town next week!!!
Yes I am leaving for a little while. My friend in Minneapolis has a son who is becoming an Eagle Scout. I am going down there to help her get ready for the Court of Honor. Plus time for a little fun.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Six Word Saturday - 9/19/09
Six Word Saturday - 9/19/09
Seeing without glasses is really amazing.
Cataract surgery went off without a hitch...again. Second eye finished and no more to go.
Seeing without glasses is really amazing.
Cataract surgery went off without a hitch...again. Second eye finished and no more to go.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Carry on Tuesday #18 9/16/09
Carry on Tuesday 9/16/09
The letter sat before him, unopened, propped against a coffee mug.
He had been sitting there for hours. "What is taking her so long?", he wondered. "I phoned at 2:00 aww Geez." "Why can't she drive faster?"
The letter sat before him, unopened, propped against a coffee mug.
He looked at it. He touched it. He lifted it to his nose and breathed in. He knocked it onto the table and sat it up against the mug again. He tried to see into the envelope.
Should he open it? It was addressed to him after all. No it would be best to wait for her.
The door slammed shut as a voice filled with anxiety said, " I'm here, I'm here. There was an accident on the freeway. The traffic crawled along." "Sorry, Sorry, Sorry."
"It's OK you're here now. Please come sit down."
Now the letter was between them, propped on a coffee mug.
Unopened.
He asked, "Should we open it?" "I suppose we better.", she replied.
"But what if", he started to ask. "No, we promised that we would take the committee at their word, and accept their word as final.", she said with finality.
They each grabbed a corner. The envelope that contained the letter, that would change their lives forever was opened.
The letter lay forgotten on the floor as they danced around the room. The magic could be heard in their voices. They understood that their lives would never be the same. Flushed with excitement they opened a bottle of champagne.
"Read it out loud to me.", she asked.
Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, "You could already be a winner...."
This was my 101st post! Yea to me!
The letter sat before him, unopened, propped against a coffee mug.
He had been sitting there for hours. "What is taking her so long?", he wondered. "I phoned at 2:00 aww Geez." "Why can't she drive faster?"
The letter sat before him, unopened, propped against a coffee mug.
He looked at it. He touched it. He lifted it to his nose and breathed in. He knocked it onto the table and sat it up against the mug again. He tried to see into the envelope.
Should he open it? It was addressed to him after all. No it would be best to wait for her.
The door slammed shut as a voice filled with anxiety said, " I'm here, I'm here. There was an accident on the freeway. The traffic crawled along." "Sorry, Sorry, Sorry."
"It's OK you're here now. Please come sit down."
Now the letter was between them, propped on a coffee mug.
Unopened.
He asked, "Should we open it?" "I suppose we better.", she replied.
"But what if", he started to ask. "No, we promised that we would take the committee at their word, and accept their word as final.", she said with finality.
They each grabbed a corner. The envelope that contained the letter, that would change their lives forever was opened.
The letter lay forgotten on the floor as they danced around the room. The magic could be heard in their voices. They understood that their lives would never be the same. Flushed with excitement they opened a bottle of champagne.
"Read it out loud to me.", she asked.
Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, "You could already be a winner...."
This was my 101st post! Yea to me!
ABC Wednesday Round 5 I is for.... Week of 9/16/09
ABC Wednesday
I is for.....
Inconvenient
Irreverent
Inclusive
Inopportune
Impudent
ILLNESS
I is for.....
Inconvenient
Irreverent
Inclusive
Inopportune
Impudent
ILLNESS
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Six Word Saturday - 9/12/09
Six Word Saturday
Not feeling good. Must get Better.
I have my second eye surgery (left eye cataracts) on Thursday the 17th. I MUST be better by then or it will have to be postponed.
Not feeling good. Must get Better.
I have my second eye surgery (left eye cataracts) on Thursday the 17th. I MUST be better by then or it will have to be postponed.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Don't Know How - 9/07/09
I quit smoking last Tuesday, which was the 1st of September I believe. I am still trying to figure out how to be on the computer without a cigarette either hanging out of my mouth or in one of my hands. I got to be very good at typing while holding a cigarette.
My brain has shut down. I don't feel creative. I feel almost numb from wanting a cigarette. Especially when I am at the computer.
I hope this passes soon. I miss writing.
My brain has shut down. I don't feel creative. I feel almost numb from wanting a cigarette. Especially when I am at the computer.
I hope this passes soon. I miss writing.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
ABC WEDNESDAY ROUND 5 G 9/2/09
ABC Wednesday Round 5 G is for....
Goldenrod
Goldenrod is the feathery like flower that starts it's bloom around the Labor Day weekend. It is a pretty flower. I don't know if it has a scent or not. I never get that close.
I remember Goldenrod because for years it signified the time of my son's most horrible allergy attacks. He would be miserable for weeks or until the first frost. The Goldenrod was the instigator in these attacks. Without the Goldenrod he could have enjoyed his autumn.
I remember the days and nights with him being miserable. Hooking up the nebulizer to help him breath. If after too many days of that not being sufficient, the doctor would prescribe an oral steroid to help ease his breathing. I remember the red eyes.
My son did get allergy shots. I am glad to say that he is now free of this horrendous discomfort. But I can not look at Goldenrod and see it's beauty, all I see is a miserable feeling son.
Goldenrod
Goldenrod is the feathery like flower that starts it's bloom around the Labor Day weekend. It is a pretty flower. I don't know if it has a scent or not. I never get that close.
I remember Goldenrod because for years it signified the time of my son's most horrible allergy attacks. He would be miserable for weeks or until the first frost. The Goldenrod was the instigator in these attacks. Without the Goldenrod he could have enjoyed his autumn.
I remember the days and nights with him being miserable. Hooking up the nebulizer to help him breath. If after too many days of that not being sufficient, the doctor would prescribe an oral steroid to help ease his breathing. I remember the red eyes.
My son did get allergy shots. I am glad to say that he is now free of this horrendous discomfort. But I can not look at Goldenrod and see it's beauty, all I see is a miserable feeling son.
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