A Long Sleep

I have no fear of death. Must be wonderful, like a long sleep. —Katharine Hepburn

Sometimes, when she stared off into nothing for a long time, she could see the little particles of light-

(Is that what they were?)

-dance around. She was never certain where they came from or if they were even there-

(Was anything really there?)

-but she would look at them regardless.

They helped her feel less…lonely. Yes, that was the word. She was lonely. She hadn’t always been lonely, had she?

(No, once there were others all around her, weren’t there?)

Either way, she was lonely now.

She was old and there were very few who ever came to visit her now. Those that did would talk around her or at her, but not to her. They had tried talking to her in the earlier days of their visits-

(She still didn’t know who they were…)

-but she had such a hard time keeping track of the conversation that they often had to start it all over again every few minutes.

(She didn’t always make it that far, sometimes it was every few seconds.)

They kept coming anyway, though, and after some time, she’d come to appreciate the visits even if they were nothing more than companionable chatter all around her. She was like the rock in a stream, watching everything swim by but still enjoying the atmosphere of the little glade the river ran through.

(How their lovely faces would crinkle and worry and yet still hold so much love…)

She was smiling when her eyes closed for the last time.

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The Key

She held the piece of metal up into the light, turning it this way and that and smiling as the light glinted off the polished handle. It was an unusual key fitted with gears around the handle and four glorious wings stretched out and fashioned of white gold.

It was a very peculiar key, in no small part because she had never seen it before it had appeared next to her on the bedside table this morning when she’d woken up. She’d noticed it right off mostly because everything had to be in its place and that was the one thing that wasn’t. She’d looked at it curiously, but hadn’t picked it up until after she’d gotten ready for the day and eaten breakfast.

Now that she had some time on her hands as nothing was planned for the day, she held it in her hands and admired the craftsmanship of it.

She didn’t bother asking where it had come from as no one else seemed to realize it was there. The nurses hadn’t asked and the doctor who’d come for the morning checkup hadn’t even noticed it when the light from the window bounced off the key and into his eyes.

It was as if it only existed for her and her alone to even know about. Now she only had to decide if she was going to use it.

Her eyes never strayed down to it, but the keyhole in her chest loomed over her mind as the days passed.

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image: found on the prompt

Here is a prompt series that I haven’t been able to write for in a bit, but I do so love the Free Write Friday prompts. They never expire and always make me think. (grins)

Flotsam and Jetsam

While it is true that better times have been had
Keep in mind there’s no need to be mad
Because change is something that ever will spin
Making it hard sometimes to win.
 
Life is supposed to be hard that’s kind of the point.
To make you stretch and pull at your joints
Because there is more to be had than just gliding through
But, as is always the case, it is strictly up to you.
 
Times will be rough and times will be smooth
Above all the flotsam and jetsam this is the truth.
 
True is it that we have seen better days. –As You Like It, Shakespeare
 

This little poem is brought to you by the Friday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.

 

This Summer’s Past – Thankful Thursday

It’s been an interesting summer, one that is both similar to ones in the past and yet very different as well. Am I sad to see it go? Not really. It was a beautiful time and it brought with it many new challenges as well as times of rest that were sorely needed, but it is time to move forward once more.

So this week, I am grateful for both the things that have happened through this last summer as well as the things that only started happening once the summer break was over, which include the following:

Summer school with my niece is over, just in time for regular school.

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image: niece working on a worksheet I put together

Seeing the sky after a furious summer storm that included a huge amount of hale.

image: outside the front door and straight up
image: outside the front door and straight up

Learning how to squeeze on a twin mattress with a large dog during thunder storms.

image: Sissy on my bed
image: Sissy on my bed

Eagerly waiting for the kids to get home from school.

image: Sissy at the backdoor
image: Sissy at the backdoor

These are only a few things that have gone by and I’m sure you’ve noticed a large amount of them have our new dog Sissy in them. We only got her this last summer as well even though we’ve known her for a long time. She and the cats have slowly been learning to get along, another thing I’m grateful for.

I hope that this next year is as wonderful as the last one has been.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday this week!

Instead…

Who says, who says you’re not worth it?
Who says you’re not perfect
Who says you’re the only one whose hurting
Trust me, that’s the price of beauty,
Who says you’re not pretty?
Who says you’re not beautiful?
Who says? –“Who Says” by Selena Gomez
 

Why were people so heartless? So eager to cast someone, anyone down into the dirt and mock them as they flung stones? Why did they only feel better about themselves when they were destroying someone else?

It didn’t always end in death. Oh no, it was far more fun if their victim lived on, that way they didn’t have to find another to trap in the entanglement of their chosen entertainment.

Even those that had once been in the dirt were eager enough to squash someone else beneath them so that they knew that, for all their pains, there was someone worse off.

What would it take to stop this cycle? To change it so that pulling someone up and out of the mud would make you feel better instead of shoving them back down in it.

Is it even worth it some days?

Only you, yourself, can know the answer. It’s not the same for everyone, because some people just need time away from it all to rest. To step back and do something else, worry about anything else, because they’ve been int he trenches so long, that they’re starting to forget that anything else ever existed in the first place, let alone that they can make it.

In the end all it takes is time. Time that you use yo out-stubborn, outlast and out-believe that your way is the correct way in the first place. Because there’s no other way to do it.

Not that I’ve seen.

This mini-rant was inspired first by a post from Oliana that I read today, Sense of Loss, but the rant isn’t just about what was contained in her post. It was further pushed out because of this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt.

There are many, many, many different ways to hurt someone, to push them down.

If only we had more ways to pull them back up instead.

Ready Yourself

Tell me once again what is right and wrong.
I think that I missed what you said
Right as you spoke through the throng.
Even if I disagree, your words will still stand,
Don’t  forget that, no matter what song played by the band.
 
Only through the voice of many
For justice won’t be bought with a penny.
 
Far too long have people wept  
Even though through tears they’ve slept
And if you want something to change
Ready yourself for the range.
 

I have never felt fear for myself or others when it comes to the police, but my mother grew up in the South during the Civil Rights Movement and she would sometimes tell us stories to remind us that they are people and people are not always honest, good or faithful to what they have sworn themselves to. On the other hand I know that there are people who I care for who have been saved because of an armed officer being nearby.

Guns are dangerous. They are made to kill things, animals and/or people. They are not toys, they are weapons and only those trained in their use and care should use them.

This post was brought to you by the Dungeon Prompt for this last week.

Up the Ante

Your rules are really beginning to annoy me. –Escape from LA

Lately, the kids have been getting their work done really fast. So we, the adults, decided to up the ante.

Keep in mind that their housework previously included the following only:

  • pickup bedroom, make bed
  • pickup/vacuum/mop, etc. main room (living room, kitchen, dining room, hall-stairs-entrance way) (only mop/vacuum three times a week, sometimes two)
  • put clean clothes away
  • clean kitchen after dinner (dishes, counter tops, stove top, put leftovers away)
  • clean bathroom once a week
  • clean kitty litter box, pickup after dog

Sometimes we’ll throw in a little yard work every other week (as needed).

When I was their age I had to do the following either every day or at least once a week:

  • pickup/vacuum/mop, etc main room
  • pickup/vacuum bedroom, make bed
  • clean kitchen after dinner
  • pull two bags of weeds in the yard during the fall/winter, four bags during spring/summer
  • wash walls/windows/washboards every weekend
  • polish furniture every weekend (we had a LOT of wooden furniture, including a baby grand piano and intricately carved furniture from before they had kids)
  • laundry (wash, dry, sort, fold, put away)
  • rake leaves, any other yardwork as needed
  • clean out pet cages/litter box/clean up backyard from dogs
  • clean out fridge and under stove top, etc. once a month

It was a lot because we had a big house, a large yard and eight kids. Now we live in a duplex with a small yard and pretty stuffed quarters (we are going to move…eventually…) and only have three kids with a handful of adults.

When it was decided to up the housework as they are old enough to handle it now they were not happy. They must now do what they did before and wash the walls by the end of Saturday. They have informed us that there might be a revolt. The would-be revolutionaries were informed that any revolt would include loss of electronic privileges as they’d be ‘locked down.’

It’s going to be more fun when we get them to start washing windows and polishing/washing furniture in a few weeks.

When informed of a change of pace
How red you looked in the face.
At least you didn’t throw a fit
There was something positive that came from it.
 

This post is brought to you by the Light and Shade Challenge.