The horror of it! Geeez the last couple of weeks have been a mess…no time for anything! I know I’m missing something …oh yeah…posting. Oh, and I miss writing those small pieces of fiction for Friday’s Hint Fiction. And there are no groceries in the house…okay there is food, but I can’t make a salad!
So today, I’m going to share a bit of fiction and go grocery shopping. Perhaps this week will magically settle into a better routine.
First a little Fiction:
He was humming a Beatles tune, considering the lush green of his surroundings; the trees, the verdant rolling hills, the slumbering river. The trail forked. Left or right became a life-changing decision. He chose left and forty years later still pondered the possibilities that right might have yielded.
I ended up in Jacksonville this morning around 7:30. Falon wanted her basketball goal for the summer program she does with her kid/clients. And Mom delivers. Woowhoo. She gave me banana bread for breakfast. That’s fair. I love banana bread.
Yesterday we were pleased to see a dance concert downtown. It was a lovely group from Oklahoma City raising money for the victims of the tornado including one of their own. The venue was very intimate and the dance included aerial on the silks and two other aerial tools I hadn’t seen before. I hope they return. It is always such a pleasure to witness such artists at work!
So Manic Monday occurs, coming round with such frequency these days. I must learn to stop time or at least slow it down.
