Lazy, Snowy, Blah

The snow part.

The lazy part is not posting since the 12th.

Although, is it really considered lazy if it's because I have been working more hours? Kinda, since I just veg at night...or read. Reading is good. And not lazy exactly since my mind is actually in the ON position. But the body, not so much.

The Blah. Well, sort of goes with the lazy, but not really. Just not feeling very creative. Not for sewing, embroidery or writing anyway. Actually, I take that back, yes on the writing. Just not here. My journal is getting pretty full up though :)

I can add photo taking to the blah. Which contributes to the posting less here. I don't like posting without pics. Perhaps I should just get over it. Or kick my son off the computer more often. The time he is most often on is when I would sit & do this stuff. Maybe someone could clone my computer so we each get our own? No? Pooh.

Since I did manage to take snowy pics, I'll throw a couple more out here for you. Enjoy :)

Jumping Off Places

Here is another Jumping Off Places, hosted by Abigail's Attic.

Marching Ants Coaster by Tara Gilchrist

As I watched the ants carrying on their tasks, I pondered the events of my day. Woke up. Of course...couldn't be pondering otherwise. Bathroom. Coffee. E-mail. Coffee. Kiss kids awake. Coffee. Bathroom.

Maybe I need to cut back on the coffee? The ants don't drink any and look at them go. All nice and orderly. Not stopping. Merely moving around whatever is in their way. Much easier to watch than actually do.

Send kids off to school. Coffee. More computer. Always more computer. One thing leads to another. Just like the ants. But they finish their task. At the end of this line is their goal. And they all reach it. So simple. Just march on.

I never want to march on anymore. It is easier to just sit and follow than march on. Marching on is scary. I am not an ant. I can't just follow the person in front of me. I don't even know where they are going.

But I don't even know where I am going. Maybe following for a bit is best. Look at those little guys go. March. March Mar..squoosh. Okay, so I am a bit bitter. They have it so easy.

I want it easy too. Give me a line to follow. Obstacle in the way? Just let me go around. No fuss no muss. March. March. March.

...Squoosh. It would be so much easier.

Jumping Off Places

Another writing exercise hosted by Abigail's Attic ... she provides the first line, we do the rest...

Redhead in Coffee Shop by Gwen Meyerson

Chatter was everywhere around me, at the next table, over the counter, and walking past my table. But I could not hear a thing. I sat there, numb. What do I do now? Where do I even begin?

Everything was fine last week. It's been forever that we have been together. The kids are grown. The house is settled into what it's going to be. Okay, the roof may need fixing, but everything else has been changed into the way we wanted it.

What we wanted. Hah! I was the only one who cared. And he was sweet enough to let me. He would have been fine just leaving things where the boxes dropped when we first moved in. Silly man. The concept of decorating was so foreign to him.

Now it may not even be mine anymore. Do I sell it? Try to keep it? And how? I haven't worked in ages. Staying home with the boys is all I know. How is that going to look on a resume? Resume. Sheesh. Might as well just hand over a blank sheet of paper with my name and phone number.

I wish I could ask him to help me. But I can't. Not anymore. How will I get used to that? Walking into a silent home every night. Dinner for one. Half an empty bed. The cupboards are going to look bare. There will be more closet space. But who cares about clothes. Who is there to look good for?

My coffee is getting cold. Still numb. Maybe I will hear the chatter around me again. Someday. Someday soon I hope.

note: so as not to worry friends and family...this is a fictional piece :)

Jumping Off Places...

I have decided to have a little fun with writing on this blog. I am joining up with the link party on Abigail's Attic. It will work out a different part of my brain...I just hope I have a creative writing center in there some where. After all, it does tend to melt sometimes.

She gives five choices for the first line. So here it is...accompanied by this awesome piece I found on Etsy :

The view outside the window had been gray for days. I wanted Spring to come so badly I could smell it. The tulips, the roses, the lilies, the grass. Even the worms. I would settle for the worms if only to see the sun shine through my window once more.

I look out again. Still gray. Walking over to the windows for a better look I notice something. A streak across the top of the panes. Could it be the sun starting to peek through? I step closer. I think it is. Yes, it might be.

My heart starts to speed up just a little. I begin to imagine the bikes rides, the walks, pushing my son on the swing for what feels like hours at a time. I add a little skip to my step.

I look out once more, my nose almost toughing the glass. Yes - the streak shines! Oh, wait. It's just dirt. I think I need to clean the windows. Okay, nevermind. Where's the Windex?

Thanks Linda! I need to do something different more often.