The Shinies – Ramble-y Reminiscence 2

For a time I had a boyfriend (snorts ‘for a time,’ we dated for two and a half years…). The point of mentioning this is because every night at about the same time we text-ed and/or called and chatted. One evening I was out looking at a new boutique with one of my older sisters and my mother. We had meant to visit it earlier in the day, but life happened and we didn’t get there until just before dark. (It was summer, so that’s pretty late where we live.)

Anyway, he text-ed me…something. I don’t remember what started it, but I text-ed him back, “The shinies, honey, the shinies.”

In the little boutique I was standing near some jewelry that had been handmade. It sparkled in the light and was very shiny and sparkly and beautiful.

When it gets late enough, I kind of…float off. I’m not really awake anymore, but I move around, talk, eat and generally am pretty disoriented. And easily distracted by shiny things.

He tried text-ing me back several times, but the response was pretty much the same.

“Where are you?”

“Near the shinies, honey.”

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at the shinies.”

He tried calling me and trying again. It pretty much went like the text-ing part of the conversation until he asked where my mom was.

“Where’s your mom?”

“She’s over there,” points even though boyfriend is obviously not there (yes, I was that tired). “She’s not near the shinies.”

That last bit was said with such sadness, as if I couldn’t comprehend why anyone would even want to be away from the shinies.

He asked to talk to her and I happily floated on over and handed the phone to Mom.

Everyone still jokes about the shinies more than five years later.

He Watched And Smiled

He watched over the people below. They were hurrying about, no one really paying all that much attention to anyone or anything around them. It was easy for them to ignore the unwashed children with empty bellies, the disabled veteran sitting under an awning with everything he owned held in a beat up backpack and his only friend a happy-looking but equally dirty dog. The garbage on the streets was ignored just as easily and the teens sneaking around the edges of the allies looking furtive were only glared at before, like everything else, ignored.

If any of the children, veterans, teens or garbage on the streets and sidewalks got a glance it was one of derision or disgust. There was no kindness happening or people giving one another a smile and a nod as they passed.

He gazed down in triumph, knowing that he had won this town fair and square.

Well, he giggled darkly, he hadn’t really played fair but it’s not like he cared all that much about such a thing anyway.

All he cared about was winning in the first place at any cost and sometimes, the cost was the best part of the bargain.

Watching as the people who had thought they were helping those they loved make the decision to cut them out of their lives. Those who thought they were getting something for nothing. Those who thought he was ‘simply misunderstood.’

He loved watching each and every one of them fall to his carefully planned traps and loopholes. It was delicious seeing the realizations in their eyes, feel the despair curling up in their hearts and souls and the darkness grow ever stronger in their minds.

This town was his. This valley was his. This country was his. This world was his.

He’d won.

 

Image taken by Thomas Marlowe on the streets of the city of York


Written for today’s Light and Shade Challenge picture: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/light-and-shade-challenge-monday-9th.html

Also, because I just feel a little down today for some reason. Just tired is all.

Well-Deserved Munchies

She tiredly placed the slabs of bread into the toaster and then while they fused better together, she gathered up the jar of peanut butter and pulled the glass jar of strawberry preserves from the refrigerator. Once the toast was finished, she combined the ingredients slowly, still worn out from kneading the dough an hour ago.

With a glass of milk to finish it off, she tucked into her well-deserved lunch.


Written for Suzie’s Weekly Word Challenge: http://suzie81speaks.com/2014/06/02/weekly-word-challenge-food/#like-14758

My morning, like most Tuesdays for me, began with making bread dough as today is my Baking Day. Unfortunately, I’m still rather worn out from yesterday’s swimming so I probably won’t get as many batches made up as I normally do.

Layabouts – Day Twenty-Six

You sleep in bed all morning long,
Waiting till the last to join the throng.
You say you got to bed quite late,
And that is why the rest must wait.
So every five minutes you hit the snooze
Because your sleep you don’t want to lose.
 
Well that will change sometime soon
Because you see, we have a boon.
You shall awake because it’s late
And I shall not continue to wait;
 
Wake up!
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image: from martha0stout’s phone

Written in honor of my sister’s kids every morning that they don’t have school. They’d sleep until 1:00 pm if I let them. The picture is of my cat, Usako.

Also using today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-26-2/

Friday Afternoon

It’s warm today, a sunlit room
My day has slowly gone.
I’ve watched few things
Begin and end:
Shows and movies and books on file,
Nothing really seems worthwhile.
 
Children arrive stumbling through the door,
School’s out and now I’m in for more.
Screaming and fighting,
They’re too excited for the week to end.
I’m through with this!
They’ll drive me ’round the bend!
 
Watching them buzz,
Around and Around,
How do they keep going and going?
Where does the reservoir end?
Trying to direct them is half the task,
The other is keeping on the patient mask.
 
I must shake my head at myself,
Listening to off key singing is far too amusing.
Lyrics parroted back still  in keeping with the beat,
The other doing a credible imitation of rap on the street.
My kitty, so soft and sweet, climbs up on my lap,
Making sure to bump my face and give me my love tap.
 
A knock on the door receives not a single surprise,
A friend wants to play with very hopeful eyes.
Except works not yet done,
Just a little bit left to do.
Somehow I don’t think I’ll make it through,
Just a little bit more to do…
 
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image: martha0stout’s phone

Rules of the Game

Games in my family are more than just spending time with one another. They are there for us to find new rules that apparently were needed, but somehow were omitted by the original makers of the game.

For example:

  • Monopoly – You’re not allowed to donate property to ‘Free Parking.’
  • Risk – If you bump the board at all you automatically lose (even if none of the little armies move.)
  • Charades – You can’t be ‘the fireman’s dog’s vet’s cousin’s little sister’s cat,’ etc.
  • Pillow Death Match – You can’t tag for a time-out and have a stunt double take your place.
  • Hide and Seek – You can’t volunteer to count to 50 and then start reading a book instead.
  • any game with die – If it falls off the board/box/wherever the designated place to roll die, it doesn’t count and you get an automatic zero.
  • any game – Before modified rules can be used in a game, they have to be explained clearly and all parties have to agree. (Any rule not in the printed booklet/pamphlet that came with the game or found online is a modified rule.)

When playing, it is fine to play as mercilessly as possible, but always remember that it is just a game and trash talking is not allowed. Be courteous and polite while winning, it makes it more annoying.

There’s more, but I’m too tired to write anymore.

Exhaustion

Everything going by so fast!
Xylophones playing ‘Flight of the Bumblebee’ in my head.
How am I still moving?
A little bit more time, maybe?
Useless is how I feel
Sitting here and unable to move about.
Tell me that this will pass soon?
I am more than ready for the next day to start
Or for the next phase in my life to begin.
Now would be a great time for life to slow down for just a moment.

“I am old, Gandalf. I don’t look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something.”
― J.R.R. TolkienThe Lord of the Rings

Kind of Defeated

The day was going along great!
No one late, no one sick,
No one arguing about what makes them tick.
The day is sunny, no clouds in sight.
For some reason, it doesn’t feel quite right.
 
Slowly my family starts to trickle home,
Children arrive first, at least an hour before Mom.
And suddenly that feeling is explained,
My niece has been avoiding homework.
*long sigh, let it out*
 
Hold in your anger, she’s just a teen,
Still trying to figure out her place in between.
Several hours later the other shoe drops.
I had believed she’d not finished somethings
Since the middle of Fall.
Turns out I was wrong,
Wrong about it all.
 
Several packets undone since the first week of school.
Must not tear my hair out and scream,
It really won’t help.
I’ll just go curl up in a corner
And wait it all out.

I’m kind of drained, so the verses aren’t even. Yesterday kind of defeated me and this morning followed along. I’m just tired and kind of want to crawl back into bed, but I can’t. Have laundry to do so that we’ll have enough clothes until next week’s laundry day and maybe I’ll bake something. That usually helps.

Anyway, I used this week’s prompt from Dungeon Prompts: http://theseekersdungeon.com/2014/01/23/dungeon-prompts-season-2-week-4-anger-management/