It’s Thursday, which means it’s time for a #ThursdayTen!
It might not always mean that, but for now it does. We’ll see.
Anyway, using the image above as a prompt, write a ten word story.
EXACTLY ten words.
Ready? Here’s mine:
Their laser vision was becoming problematic, thought Finley to themself.
Gray again and today we might actually get some rain. I’ve gone back to doing coffee one cup at a time, I think I was drinking too much and my 4 am wake ups seem to agree.
This morning I did cardio after Daily Burn, since the workout was strength-based, and I’m trying to decide how I feel about it. It didn’t feel overly taxing to do both at once.
I’ll definitely consider it an option if I’m not exhausted by the end of Daily Burn. I’m not exhausted now, though I am on my second cup of coffee but you and I both know that’s nothing new.
So that’s my challenge to you today, even though you didn’t ask for one. Do something new today. Something different. Whatever you want, whatever you wonder if you can do.
Push yourself, but don’t harm yourself. Make it something that proves to you you can, something that’s been at the back of your mind, slightly taunting.
And if you try it and find you cannot, what have you lost?
All you have to do is try again. The trying is the win.
Just the trying. Have a great Wednesday.
I’ve got to stop spending money. There are all these sales, and throughout the pandemic I bought little besides the essentials. Now we’re opening up again and I want stuff.
Not sure how healthy it is. Although it is healthy for the economy, so there’s that.
It’s cloudy today and weather apps are at odds over whether it will rain. I think it will, it has that feel about it today, but who knows. It’s cooler than it’s been.
I don’t mind it.
I’ve settled into my new coffeemaker, and I’m wondering if I should start grinding beans again. I used to, but it didn’t make much of a difference with the previous one I had, and now my previous grinder is available. I’d given it to my dad when I stopped using it, but I got him a new one for Father’s Day because I dropped this one and it still works but you have to hold it closed.
I feel a kinship.
Aren’t we all missing a latch or two at this point? Are any of us in mint condition these days?
Probably not.
Though some have been widely refurbished.
Good for you if that floats your boat.
Anyway, that’s it for me with a very random post. Have a great Tuesday.
I’m definitely drinking more coffee with my new coffeemaker. Whether that’s good or bad I’m not sure.
Probably not good, but I guess I’ll keep an eye on it.
It’s cloudy today after a night of intense storms, and I kind of hope it will rain dramatically again. I love a dramatic rain.
Yesterday I left home without my phone, something I never do, and spent the bulk of the day without it. I felt the absence, wanted to check it multiple times, repeatedly, endlessly. But could not.
And then when I finally had it again I’d missed…pretty much nothing.
We live with these things in our purses and our pockets, and their siren song is strong and constant. We have a question in our minds and we need to know right now. We think we may have a notification and we need to know right now.
But maybe we don’t.
Maybe most of it is just noise, cluttering up our thoughts and our time.
And in the end, if we let it wait, most of the time it’s fine.
And that’s me for Monday. Have a great day.
The new coffeemaker is settling in, at least today I remembered to turn on the warming plate so it will stay hot. I went wild and made myself a half carafe, so the second cup was built right in.
I don’t regret it.
It’s sunny now, but we’re supposed to get storms. At this point I don’t believe they’re going to materialize, but who knows? This is Chicago, after all.
I’ve ordered groceries, and here I wait. Yesterday, as I grew annoyed filling the virtual cart, I thought how great it is that I could just walk away and come back later. Hello 21st century.
On Wednesday I walked around an outdoor shopping mall without a mask, only putting it on when I entered stores. There were plenty of people without them inside, and there’s no way to know who is actually vaccinated. So we’re heading toward normal, but normal still laced with fear.
Maybe not fear. Maybe we’ve deescalated to “concern.”
Maybe.
I have nothing deeper than that for you today as the coffee takes its time kicking in. Just mild summer thoughts, and hopes for an expanse of days far safer and lovelier than last year.
Have a wonderful Friday and a fantastic weekend.
We’re on sunny again today, but tomorrow it’s supposed to be very hot and rainy. This summer is going to be intense.
I’ve ordered hot weather clothes, hopefully they won’t take too long. I don’t think they’ve shipped yet.
I had a plan for the week but with the shift in weather, I had to change things around. I don’t like doing that, I like having things laid out, but I have to become more flexible.
The pandemic made it worse, because the parameters of the world narrowed. And now there are so many things I need to do that I don’t want to do. But I’m fully vaccinated and if I don’t get back to them now, when will I?
Will I ever?
The masks, for example. Even the CDC says I don’t need one except in certain situations or if a business requires them. And yet I cannot let go of that concern for others, the idea that a single breath of mine could lead to the last of theirs.
What a thought.
We have to come back to the world at some point. We do. I just might take my time getting there.
Have a great Wednesday.
Well Monday attacked my coffee maker, and it didn’t survive the confrontation. I’ll have a new one by Wednesday, Amazon willing, but until then I have resorted to scavenged parts. It’s OK.
Not great, but OK.
It’s another sunny day, a few puffy clouds mainly for illustrative purposes only, and the construction is back at it, hammering, hammering, hammering away. That’s fun.
Oh now they’re slamming something. I hope it’s not each other.
Or maybe I hope it is, it would definitely eventually quiet things down.
I just realized that I’m tired of people’s opinions. With social media, every thought a person has can be expressed at any second of the day. Reality is bent to the will of those who chose to manipulate it, and their versions aren’t always questioned.
It’s tiresome.
Of course, as I write this the irony that it’s my opinion is not lost. But I like my opinions, I find them interesting.
And that is probably the problem.
We find our opinions interesting.
Who knows, maybe it’s my not-quite-coffee talking. Maybe it’s the last five years talking.
Or maybe opinions really are annoying.
What do you think?
(See? Inescapable.) Anyway, have a great Tuesday, I’m off to keep my opinions to myself. And of course we both know that’s not going to happen.
There’s no way I’m getting through this Monday without a second cup of coffee. I’ll be back.
So that’s brewing.
It’s a bright sunny summer Monday, but I woke up with a bit of a harrumph. No real rhyme or reason, just a bit of a mood. Which I hope will improve with the liberal application of aforementioned coffee.
Saturday we went from glowing skies to thunderstorms and back again, and it’s a lot like how I feel today. Up and down.
The weather didn’t need a justification, and neither do I. Some Mondays are like that.
A lot of Mondays are like that.
Not much we can do about it, just drink our coffee, and get on with it. So I’m going to drink my coffee and get on with it. I think it’s ready.
Have a great Monday.
We’ve somehow gotten to the end of the week, and Aunty Ida wants to hang out with you this weekend. OK, not quite hang out. Rearrange your brain-parts.
Same thing.
Get it? Office? Official? Office-al?
Yes? No? WHO CARES, let’s go!
It’s #ThursdayTen time! Using the above image as a prompt, write a ten word story.
EXACTLY ten words!
Super duper easy, right??
Of course it is.
Ready? Here’s mine:
Ana feigned surprise. She’d bought the supply of birthday gifts.
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