It’s another Saturday night. All the usual shows are not playing on TV, but honey has found a new Ninja Turtles to watch. Not me because they’re not my style. I’ve been playing “Monoply Here and Now” with the computer. Boy, is it dumb! It spends all it’s money right off and when it comes to my house or hotel, has to mortgage or sell almost everything to pay me. I won two games today because he just had everything in hock. Sometimes it does get boring.
I’m off to bed early tonight. Tired of listening to highway noise!
As many of you know, I have arthritis in my hands. Real bad arthritis. It’s so bad I’ve had no strength to even clip my own nails. Until today. I’ve been working my hands with grab toys to exercise them daily. My nails had gotten so long that I knew that if they were going to get clipped, I would have to do them myself. Well, I finally received just enough strength to get them clipped properly. Praise the Lord! All I needed was strength and determination to get the job done.
Doesn’t seem so. Where did this month go? I’ve been so busy doing nothing, that I didn’t even notice that May is almost over.
I’m still fighting to lose weight. Walking around the house some without the cane or walker. As a matter of fact, I’ve had the walker moved from sight. As is often said “out of sight, out of mind.” There’s still so many corners to grab if I’ve got the feeling I’m going to fall.
I get bored too easily these days. I need daily encouragement to get up and move around. It’s not easy. Will try again tomorrow, or better yet now. See you later!
What does one do on a Sunday? Well, after church, one sits back and usually does nothing at all. Not here. Here one goes to his or her computer and either plays around or works.
Working that way for a while, then took out a few hours to use a free coupon for a pay-per-view. Ah, “The Hobbit, Battle of the Five Armies.” Sad. But enjoyed it. A lot of action and ended pretty close to the book. One small book stretched into three movies. They got their money’s worth in the making of that one. Glad we had that free coupon!
Why does this day have to be so slow? Even took time at the computer to delete a lot of files not needed anymore. Looking forward to more of Blogging U. I need the challenge!
Tell us the story of your most-prized possession.
Hero, that’s his name. He’s a TY bear that came into our lives in the 90’s.
We were having a meal at a Crackle Barrel here in Texas, I think the one near Waco on 35. I had decided to buy something to remember the trip. Looking around, I noticed the the TY animals that were so popular then. I’m glad they weren’t very expensive. Hubby would have said no to my choice if he had cost over $10. Both of our eyes caught sight of Hero and almost passed him up. He was a bit depressed looking, with the fur on one of his ears being too loose. He has a calic on one ear, you know, like Alfalfa had on his head in “The Little Rascals?” We both decided that he just had to join our family of stuffed animals.
Why him? He’s unique, and like us, not perfect. What does he do for us? He sits with me on the sofa that’s my bed right now. I’m unable to climb stairs right now. The only time he ever complains is if his dad forgets to bring either his brother dinosaur or sister hog down for the day. Sure, laugh. We don’t have kids. We have stuffed animals. If we start to argue at either each other or ourselves, he pipes up and tells us to settle. I guess that’s part of why we’re still together. He’s our sounding block and that’s a big order. We really consider him a prize in our family.
Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.
Dear Little One,
Hey! It’s mom here and I want to apologize for not bringing you into the world. It’s not like we just didn’t want you.We really did. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it would have been if you were here mainly because of the condition I’m in. Who will be there for us when your dad can’t work anymore? We went through so many different procedures trying to get you here. Nothing worked. I even quit all the events at Mother’s Day at church. It became depressing because so many people tried to make me feel guilty for “not trying.” They just didn’t understand.
I would have probably spoiled you. There’ nothing wrong with that either. Who am I? Well, I’m short and very heavy-set right now. I have short hair because your dad cut my long hair off. He claimed it was to better care for it. He’s probably right, but I’m washing it now and I want it to grow again. I’m learning to write again. I used to write a lot of poetry when younger, even drama. I wrote a short drama several years ago that took second place in Brookhaven College’s writing contest; second is not bad. The biggest problem is that it takes so long to write because of the arthritis in my hands. I’m also taking up painting. I enjoy abstract painting mostly though. I don’t have a great eye for detail, guess it’s my eyesight and that isn’t great.
Your dad is a great man. He used to play several instruments: piano, guitar, and even banjo. he’s been doing that since he was a kid. He’s not tall, heavy set(and working on it), baldish, and strong. He has been my primary caretaker now since August of 2013 after my stroke. He has so soft hands. He lotions them down a lot because he works them almost constantly. He processes mail now, though he used to be a programmer. As with many people in the mid 2000’s he was a corporate lay-off. That was good money while it lasted.
The rest of the family would have loved you, I’m sure of that. Your grandparents would have spoiled you also. They loved their grand kids. The other kids? Your cousins would have liked you. There are four others, three girls and a boy. They all have kids of their own now, at least three of them do. The youngest is one I haven’t heard about since 2005. I don’t even know if she’s married yet. Her mom and I don’t talk. My other sister and also don’t talk much, but I think it might be different if you were around. You would have changed everything about our lives.
Your loving mom…
The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.
Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.
What’s this? Mrs Pauley is crying and screaming. She never cries, at least not in public. I had no idea what eviction was until Gran came out upon hearing the screaming. “She’s being kicked out of her house.” Even I know what being kicked out of somewhere meant. I’ve been kicked out of my room by an older sister who wanted privacy on the phone. There is no one to help her. It’s not like she has no where to go. She has family somewhere. Doesn’t she? Gran began again: “Six boys and not one of them has lifted a finger to help.” Brother got on the phone. He called and informed one of the sons. He didn’t know she even had problems. “O sure.” said Gran, ” They were all at the father’s funeral.” “Why didn’t he take her home then?” I kept watching her sitting on the curb. She was still crying. What can we do? I settled everything. If we couldn’t take her in, at least I could stay with her until her son showed up. I headed across the street and did the best thing I knew to do. I gave her the biggest hug I knew how. This often helped me when Gran hugged after I was often kicked out of the bedroom.