Quote For The Day 12-14-2018

“That’s what literature is. It’s the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death!”
Connie Willis, Passage

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Quote For The Day 12-13-2018

“There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human- in not having to be just happy or just sad- in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.”
C. JoyBell C.  

Response – JSW Prompt 12-3-2018 on 12-12-2019

Feel free to join in and respond to the prompt. Please try to keep your response under 300 word (recommended, not law). You can write a story, poem, essay, anything which strikes your fancy.


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The three ponies poised around the ice cream cup, glancing side to side without moving their heads. They all wanted a taste, but would only have an instant when the humans looked away. Whoever was the fastest, got the ice cream. Fair was fair even if it wasn’t.

Sleighride, wiggled in his red blanket, feeling that he should be first. He was the first, after all, and thus he had seniority.

Chessy, second to arrive, felt he should go first. Yes, Sleight-Ride had seniority, but surely he’d be nice enough to let a friend go first.

Jubilee rolled his eyes at them both. He, assuredly, would go first. He was, after all, the embodiment of Carnival, the greatest celebration in the world. True, he didn’t know about any other celebrations, but they couldn’t be greater than Carnival!

All three ponies glared at one another, poised to run.

“Thanks,” one of their humans said to the other human, “I love ice cream.”

She picked up the cup and started eating.

Foiled again!

 

A Funny… Weird… Sad Thing Happened on the Way to the Armchair 12/12/2019

And no, I don’t mean funny ha ha. I mean funny as:

“differing from the ordinary in a suspicious, perplexing, quaint, or eccentric way: peculiar” as quoted from the Merriam-Webster dictionary.

And maybe, I don’t even mean that.

Maybe I mean weird in the same “suspicious, perplexing, quaint or eccentric way.”

To be honest, I am not sure. My brain hasn’t processed enough to understand something which is, ultimately, not understandable.

I do know I mean sad. As in the sadness and shock of my world being changed in an instant.

Yesterday, in the middle of a normal, everyday, day, a co-worker with no health problems, no signs of anything wrong, collapsed at the office. After getting her heart started again three times, the rescue squad spirited her away.

She didn’t make it.

I only knew her as a familiar voice on the phone over the years I have been at my job, both at the hospital and now at my current position. She was always happy and friendly. Happy, I guess, just to be alive. Phone co-workers, phone-friends, even if we never met face to face.

Until last week. Last week, I spoke with her on the phone and discovered she works in the same office building as I do, just around the corner. I asked where she sat so I could come say hi. You see, I’d seen her at the office, but I never put the name to the face. At the end of the week, she walked by my desk and waved. “I’m Betty(not her real name).”

Now she is gone and something inside me is gone, too. Maybe not forever, but pushed down by the shock in which I’ve been moving these last hours.

How does this happen? How can somebody be there one minutes, fine and whole and healthy, and the next, gone? I don’t understand and I don’t like it.

The truth is, none of us are safe. Our lives can change in an instant, both because of those around us and us ourselves. Life is not forever. Life is a butterfly soaring on fragile wings until that one moment when a wing breaks and all is over.

Should we hold those dearest to us close and never let them go. Should we remember to show our love in every day and in every day? Should we never take anything for granted?

Yes, yes and yes. We should do all this and more. I should hug my child every day and tell him I love him. I should call my child living an hour away and do the same. I should call my father, my sister, my friends.

So why don’t I?

Because, in the end, we all willing wear blinders to hide us from the truth. Not out of indifference, but out of fear. We are afraid of death and afraid of the vacuum left behind at another’s death.

I am feeling this sadness because of the suddenness of her death. It was another day, just any old another day, so how could it change so fast?

I don’t have that answer. Maybe, I never will.

Right now, I need to hug my son and my puppy and my cats. Right now I need to celebrate being alive…..

From The Armchair 12-11-2018

Dare I proclaim I am, once again, back?

I did participate in NANOWRMO and, for the first time, I completed the challenge! Whoop!

I plan to put some excerpts up on my blog soon!

On top of that, my father had hip replacement surgery.

I am, once again, working my way back into this blog. I have started with the quotes and will add back in other regular posts as things settle.

Thank you for your patient and I am looking forwards to reading your blogs again!

Connie