It’s ten word story time! Gotta be Thursday.
Using the image above as a writing prompt, write a ten word story.
EXACTLY ten words.
Ready? Here’s mine:
The tiny silver bots rose like rain at his command.
It’s raining away outside, dramatic streaks across the window, the whole world gray, and somewhere, someone is hammering. It’s not the building work, that’s on the roof.
Not likely in the rain.
You’ve got to wonder at the person who chooses to hammer right now, knowing we’re all home, sardines in our little tins.
OK, so that’s not so light. Not quite on theme for the week.
I seem to have misplaced my phone. Which is so weird when you’re not going anywhere. How far can it go? It makes me think of the Borrowers, though what would they do with a phone?
Then again, that’s a huge TV for a person who is about five inches tall. I could see that. Never mind, I totally get it, Borrowers.
Totally.
I’m having very uncharitable thoughts about what to do with that hammer. I’d love to just listen to the rain, letting this lockdown day be one where I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.
Alas.
Huh, not one nugget of wisdom yet for this Wednesday. Oh, well maybe one, if you’re a Borrower, a phone would make an excellent television. Also, as we’re forced to be apart together, please keep your hammers to yourself.
It’s cloudy-sunny or sunny-cloudy I don’t really know and it doesn’t seem to either. As you may or may not know from yesterday, I’m trying to keep things light around here this week.
We’ll see how that goes.
Funny inspiration is a little thin on the ground at the moment. Kind of like the sort of fog that’s happening out there. Or haze. Eh, we’re all in one these days.
Especially me right now. I’m definitely trying too hard.
Such a weird thing, trying too hard. You think if you give it a minute, the inspiration will arrive, fully-packed cases in hand, stuffed with clever funny instant mood changers.
Instead, you find yourself running after it, pathetically calling as it ignores you, that magical glitter of ideas sprinkling in the air behind them but hitting you only squarely in the eye.
Or maybe that’s just me.
What I’m saying is inspiration is a tricky, fickle…traveling salesperson?
Is that what I’m saying?
Who can really tell at this point? Anyway, it’s Tuesday, so have a terrific one.
I’m devoting this week to utter nonsense. If it’s light, if it’s frothy, if it’s ridiculous, if it’s dream-based, I’ll be talking about it.
If it’s aliens in the clouds, look to my blog. Though that was a bad example, the clouds today are most certainly alien-free. But you get the idea.
I’m starting to see leaves emerge, even from a distance, and the grass is no longer a tentative green. Soon the crab apples will be in bloom, pillowy explosions of flowers.
Spring is very determined.
I’ve been noticing the birds flying closer and buzzing by more often, though none today, they’re off having their own adventures. Or maybe that means the weather will turn.
Though it was raining the other day, and the seagulls (they’re everywhere here, it always amuses me to see them in the supermarket parking lots) just flew on against the gray skies, the rain nothing to them.
It makes me wish, once again, that I could paint.
Anyway, here’s to finding a glimmer of lightheartedness in the every day. Have a great Monday and a wonderful start to your week.
The weather has really had it in for me the last couple weeks, essentially dancing on my skull. Apparently with glee.
It’s enough already.
The weather migraines are perhaps the most annoying, as there’s nothing that can be done to prevent them, unless I figure out how to control the weather. That seems like a stretch.
Meanwhile we’ve made it through another week of lockdown, but here in Illinois, we’ll have another month to go, as restrictions remain until the end of May.
So…that’s fun. But whatever keeps us safe, it seems the measures are working, and have prevented the kind of system overrun we didn’t want. And here I am, talking about the one thing we’re all so tired of talking about, thinking about and living by now.
You’re probably more interested in my migraines. Imagine that, that’s where we are on a Friday in far-off future year of 2020.
Anyway, I think tonight I’m going to do a movie marathon and try to enjoy the fact that I wouldn’t want to go outside now anyway. I hope you have a wonderful Friday and an even better weekend.
It’s ten word story time! Using the image above, write a ten word story.
Exactly ten words.
Ready? Here’s mine:
Clara delightedly flashed her hands at Matron. Transformation had begun.
I don’t see any birds today. The sky is heavy and dark and foreboding, so maybe they’re prepared, hunkering down.
Sheltering in place.
It looks like it will rain any minute.
We can’t control what’s above us, really. The planet will do what the planet will do.
And we can’t control what’s ahead of us, really. The future will do what the future will do.
But we can look up. We can take in the smooth underbelly of the clouds, pushing through in undulating grays, and see the bright stripes of gold between.
We can look to the horizon, a watercolor swipe of colors too intertwined to separate, sliding into that curved mantle above.
And we can look to the birds, who know when to stay put.
Take a second today to look up, and just see what you see. Have a great Wednesday.
I want to reheat my coffee but the handle of the cup I’m using today gets hot in the microwave. Really, really, really hot. Like ridiculously hot.
But I like embracing my inner unicorn.
(That’s what the mug tells me to do.)
So either I don’t drink the rest of my coffee, which seems like a bad life choice, or I drink it cold. I suppose “pot holder” is a third option, but…hmm. No but.
Let’s go with that.
Anyway, still sipping it lukewarm and it’s Tuesday, or so the oracles tell me. It’s starting to look like spring out there from what I can tell, but it’s not like that matters right now.
No wait. I promised you something positive today.
Something positive.
Something…
Positive.
Got it.
Right now, sweatpants are practically formal attire. That’s pretty sweet, right? I mean who doesn’t love sweatpants? Who doesn’t love being comfortable?
So there we go, a silver lining. Can’t swear I’ll be able to do that daily right now, but at least for this once.
Anyway, have a terrific Tuesday, and stay as healthy as you can.
Can it be sunny and gloomy? Or maybe outside is sunny and I’m gloomy. People deliberately trying to spread a deadly virus will do that to you.
Although I saw a great Twitter thread about our current stress response, so I’m going to embed the first tweet right here. I know it’s not just me, and now you know it’s not just you.
I’ve seen a lot of birds flying past the windows lately, I think they’re wondering where we’ve all gone, we of the endless supplies of food. Someone told me last night that the rats are dying in the city, because all their usual buffets, especially the restaurants, have dried up.
It’s weird, but I feel a little sorry for the rats.
But onward we march, largely by not marching, as we wait for the numbers to increase again due to these “protests.” Or pro-death demonstrations. From coronavirus enthusiasts.
I usually like to start a Monday off a little more positively, but the apocalypse makes it a challenge. Oh well, tomorrow is another day, as Scarlett O’Hara once famously fictionally said. Have a great Monday and give yourself a break.
It’s snowing. It’s not quite covering the ground, but there are white patches, and it seems the snow is just blithely carrying on. It definitely makes going outside far less tempting.
It’s another week of shelter in place in the books, and I think everyone is starting to wear. The truth is that we will need a new, odd kind of fortitude to see this thing through, and to see it through losing as few people as possible.
At least the weather is on board.
My coffee is cold. I shall return.
Ahh, that’s better.
Interestingly, I haven’t hit boredom, at least not yet. I wonder what happen when we run out of things to watch. That will be a dark day.
Anyway, I hope your Friday is as filled with as much joy as is possible, especially if your birthday is coming up, and that’s aimed at one specific person who may or may not see this, but if it’s true for you too, if nothing else, it will be a memorable birthday.
Have a good weekend.
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