I don’t like the word privilege…
it’s almost as bad as denial.
If people are so entitled…
why isn’t there more acceptance?
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Friday Fictioneers
The family will soon arrive and fill the old homestead. It’s an annual event revered like a dental cleaning. It’s all about the build-up.
Airports. Transports. Imports.
Everyone has their own means of arriving. They’re as different as our personalities. There’ll be hugs, food and planned activities. Then it’ll be about individual routines, pushing each other’s buttons and judgement.
The weekend will include laughter, hearing old stories and talking with our mouths full.
Inevitably though, a void, like a cavity, will need filling and the build-up will be gone in the rinse.
I’ll have them all here again…and spit.
100 word challenge
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/06/10/12-june-2015/
Sunbeams that inspire
“Writing allows even a stupid person to seem halfway intelligent, if only that person will write the same thought over and over again, improving it just a little bit each time. It is a lot like inflating a blimp with a bicycle pump. Anybody can do it. All it takes is time.”
Kurt Vonnegut
I can tell time.
I interpret sun dials.
I have the ability to translate hands on a face.
“I have spent a good many years…being ashamed of what I write. I think I was forty before I realized that almost every writer of fiction or poetry who has ever published a line has been accused by someone of wasting his or her God-given talent.”
Stephen King
What do you really want to do when you grow up?
How will you make money?
What else are you going to do today?
“The good thing about writing fiction is that you can get back at people. I’ve gotten back at lawyers, prosecutors, judges, law professors and politicians. I just line ’em up and shoot ’em.”
John Grisham
I have to go find my sharpshooter keyboard.
My jump drive needs reloading.
I’m putting my ideas into action.
“The most solid advice…for a writer is this, I think. Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat it, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”
William Saroyan
There are other souls in this room, helping my pen along.
My thoughts breathe in my next sentence; the end is so close I can taste it.
Damnit! This process is exhausting…I’m dead tired but will still dream.
Positivity – Sunday Photo Fiction
He enjoyed the woods and farms of his boyhood. The woods were a physical labor more masculine than his years. They were also where he spent his carefree climbing days off. The farm had an unforgiving sun when he worked in its fields but the most notorious night skies.
The fruits of his labors paid for meals and his rucksack in the farmhouse. Anything extra was tucked away in his tin can for Indiana State.
His nut collection would also pay for his future. He just needed to keep them away from the animals and insects.He dreamed of owning a black walnut forest on the edge of a riverbank someday. His determination and collections weren’t a game to him.
Yet they were.
He played solitaraire with the black walnut acorns on the loneliest nights. Larry entertained himself with his games and added to his collection of black walnut acorns in gaming sets of 33. He planned to plant them into similar groves before going to University.
They would grow as he grew. Once they both matured, he’d build a deck so he could still watch the night skies.He’d get rich and never be bored…
…once he got top price per board foot.
Summer Vacations
I was readying to take a picture of the dog on the couch!
Challenge:
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/on-the-way/
Not Pick-up Sticks
I received a personalized 45 for my sixth birthday. My brother brought down the plug-in record player. The singer was Voon who “lived on the moon and came down to earth just to sing me a tune.” The moon was right upstairs.
Give and Take
I gave you life
and warmth
and food.
Now you are a teenager.
You take over my life
and blanket
and nachos.
I love you still…
your friends too.
I hear it again and again.
Always starting the same way…
Sniff. Sniff.
At times it’s even sad…
and always needing to be the center of attention.
It’s annoying at best.
Boohoo.
Get a tissue and get over it.
You’re just a runny nose.
Revelation
I reached for our Bible wanting to share something before bed.
I knew the Genesis first sentence and was curious about the last:
“The grace of the Lord Jesus be with you all. Amen!”
What a great way to say good night.
Beyond Ridiculous
Posts like my last wardrobe malfunction allow me to laugh at myself.
Little did I know there would be a Part II to that entry!
My errands today included going to Bed, Bath and Beyond for a mini garment steamer for my daughter. She works in hospitality and I wanted to surprise her with it when she visited tonight.
I then went across the plaza to another large retailer to return my other daughter’s bathing suit. She recently got her certification to be a lifeguard and the one-piece we’d bought didn’t fit the proper color requirements.
At the return counter, I met up with my sister’s sister-in-law. We chatted there and then walked to the connected Starbucks so she could get here Grande-mocha-something-chai with whipped cream and caramel swirl.
But I digress….
After she spent $47.50 on her beverage, we finished our conversation outside the front of the store. Her husband, a local referee that we’ve known for years, picked her up at the door. I approached the car and wished him a happy, early Father’s Day and went on my way.
I was far beyond my shopping time but felt good about meeting up with some old friends. The best made plans are unmade plans. As I climbed into my car, I looked down at the steering wheel and noticed the sticker on my blouse.
The best made Bed, Bath & Beyond price tags are the ones that stay on the products!
Ms Toy Whisperer 