Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Foundation: A Six Sentence Story

Clark was an excellent make up artist, and it was obvious he took great care with his work as he sponged foundation on the woman's face. He contoured her cheekbones, plucked stray hairs from her eyebrows, and carefully filled in her lips with a delicate pink lipstick a few shades lighter than the pink of her dress; getting her hair just right had been more of a challenge, but the end result was a soft wave around her face that was quite becoming to her.

As he stepped back to check his work, the door to the room opened and a man in a navy suit leaned into the room, saying, "Is she ready?"

Clark nodded his head, and the two men gently lifted the woman, Clark slipping one arm under her neck and shoulders, the other under her lower back, being careful not to muss her hair or make up, and the other man sliding his arms beneath her hips and knees, and they laid her in the waiting casket; Clark smoothed the woman's dress and with one finger pushed a lock of hair off her forehead before quietly bringing down the lid.

"You spent a lot of time on her when she didn't even have any family or friends that would claim her," said the man.

"Maybe so," Clark replied, rolling the casket towards the doorway and the waiting coach, "but once, she was somebody's baby girl," and the other man nodded solemnly as they processed slowly out of the mortuary.

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Sunday, October 25, 2020

Forgotten Passwords And Deadbeats Can Still Lead To Thankfuls

That I haven't been participating every week in the Ten Things of Thankful is not for lack of thankfuls but is for lack of motivation to write them down because the little humans I work with every day are FREAKING EXHAUSTING. 

On with the show:

1. I am thankful for my weather app on my phone. I use one from a local(ish) tv station, and it's pretty darn reliable. Again with the little humans, but the success of our day often hinges on our ability to go outside, and being able to check the forecast and look at the radar is quite valuable. It is not fun to put jackets on 16 2-3 year olds only to have rain start pelting down as you get to the playground door.

2. I had a migraine on Tuesday. I don't have them very often anymore (sometimes having your hormones take a hike is a GOOD thing), but when I do, I have textbook ones. It always takes me a few minutes to comprehend that I'm getting the aura because (a) it's hard to see at first and (b) I'm usually in deep denial, but this time, I got some ibuprofen and caffeine down me quickly, and the headache turned out to be fairly mild (nothing makes the aura go away any faster - it just has to run its course).

3. I'm thankful that my reinforcements came quickly when I sent a group text to the staff and said I had a migraine coming on. I love my co-workers!

4. Okay, so in the midst of having this migraine, I remembered that I needed to change my work computer password and I thought I had to do it while on the university system (still don't know the definitive answer to that), so I called IT and found out what I needed to do to change it, which I did, then promptly forgot what I picked for the new password when I tried to log into my email from home. I'm not sure what the number of stabs at guessing the password you get before you get locked out of the system, but it's at least 20....

5. I'm thankful to the poor, patient fellow in IT who not only walked me through changing it in the first place but was also the unfortunate person to answer the phone when I called back the next morning to say I immediately forgot the new password THAT I PICKED and needed to start all over again.

6. The electric mattress pad is on the bed and has been utilized several times this week.

7. My daughter came home from college for a couple of days so she could vote absentee in the presidential election. It was good to have her home, and she even helped me write messages on postcards for the Postcards To Swing States campaign that I volunteered for, not realizing that writing a message on and addressing 200 postcards is a pretty big project. (In all fairness, they sent me the postcards WEEKS ago, but it truly never occurred to me that it would take so long to do this, or I would have started sooner*)

Finn giving me very little help with the postcards.

*this is a lie - I still would have put it off

8. Pumpkin snickerdoodles.

9. The background story to this thankful is long and dull, but the nutshell version is that a warehouse that our family owns was leased by a deadbeat tenant who was going to run a tire recycling business there and who paid exactly one month's rent, trashed the building, stole thousands of dollars worth of tools from my dad, and was finally evicted in July of this year, 15 months after he moved in and stuffed the warehouse full of tires. The first thankful related to this is the Department of Natural Resources disposed of the tires, and with any luck, they will be able to get their hands on the deadbeat's scrawny neck and get him convicted of numerous felonies.

10. The warehouse was, of course, left filthy from the thousands (THOUSANDS) of tires that were stored in it (did I mention the deadbeat cut a 4 ft. by 6 ft. hole in the floor and filled the basement with even MORE tires...?), plus the trash he left (disgusting trash), and remains of walls and other parts of the building he literally destroyed or dismantled. The second thankful is that two of my dad's fellow Rotarians decided to take on the cleaning up of the building as a service project. My dad rented a couple of ginormous dumpsters, and Saturday morning, the Rotarians descended on the warehouse and cleaned it up. One of the men even brought his quite large tractor to help (my dad used to have a tractor, but the deadbeat stole it....) What a relief for my dad and for the rest of us! It had been weighing heavily on us about how we were ever going to be able to clean everything up. "Many hands make light work." My heart is full!

Always, always be thankful.

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Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Field: A Six Sentence Story

There's a blurred line between town and country where the houses become fewer and farther apart, where yards become bordered by pasture land and fields of corn and soy beans. Streetlights dwindle until there are none, except for the occasional security light at a farm house, and the stars become brighter than bright in the night sky. In the light of the moon, the silhouettes of cattle can be seen, and the soft sounds of them lowing is accompanied by the singing of frogs in the nearby ponds. 

The crunching of tires from a car rolling slowly on the gravel lane that ran between two corn fields was noticeable to no one or nothing, save an occasional cow, and the rustle of something being dragged between the rows of corn was swallowed by the night sky. Only an owl, swooping toward the snapping sound of the corn stalks that were being pushed aside in hopes of scooping up a field mouse, saw the figure in the darkness, and he flew silently away, saying nothing. As the night sky gave way to morning light, the fields and pasture land slowly awoke as the cattle shook off their sleep, the black snakes and lizards came out of their hiding places to bask in the first rays of sunshine, and buzzards traced circles in the sky above the corn field.

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Sunday, October 11, 2020

Ten Squishy, Beautiful Thankfuls


I think October is my favorite month. I love the changing leaves and the way the angle of the sun has changed and flannel shirts and candy pumpkins. November is probably my second favorite, because Thanksgiving, but October? Yeah, it's da bomb. 

I'm feeling all full of squishy, beautiful thankfuls today. Here are my Ten Things of Thankful:

1. I did this with 2 year olds and lived to tell about it:

Orange paint. Fourteen 2 year olds.

2. I've always hated ranch dressing, but I had some this week on some fresh spinach, and it didn't suck.

3. My electric mattress pad is washed and ready to go on the bed this week. Ahhhh!

4. Dropped by the Salvation Army thrift store and scored some Holly Hobbie items. Now if I could find some Holly Hobbie fabric....

Only paid 50 cents for a couple of those.

5. I'm thankful that I made the switch from Diet Coke to Diet Dr Pepper, because Covid-related supply chain issues has made Diet Coke hard to find (much like the grape Propel packets). The downside of this is my husband is drinking my Diet Dr Pepper....

6. My husband and I cleaned out our coat closet and found coats we didn't even remember that we owned. We now have a big pile to donate.

RCA Records/Nashville jacket

Another RCA Records/Nashville jacket.
This one is leather, and if you look closely, you can see
 the embossed Nipper on the back.

Toto Kingdom of Desire tour jacket.

7. Did you know I married the Bad Boy of Rock 'n Roll? Now you do, and here's the proof:\

8. I got to meet a blog friend IRL this weekend! Nancy and I "met" doing the A to Z Challenge this past April. She and her husband were driving through Missouri on a road trip, and we got a chance to meet up. So. Much. Fun. 

Nancy and me. Not pictured: her very patient husband.

9. Fall colors. Need I says more?

10. I get to work with the most awesome little humans on the planet. Not going to lie: sometimes, they make me crazy. But look at this photo of two of them discovering a caterpillar and tell me I don't have the best job in the world.

How's your fall? I hope it's beautiful! We can all use some beautiful right now. Join us every week for Ten Things of Thankful. It's super easy!

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Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Elastic: A Six Sentence Story

Thank you, God, for every blessing

For pie and turkey and for dressing

Thank you for cranberries and for parades 

For pilgrims and for football played

Thanks for grandparents, uncles, aunts

And, most of all, thanks for elastic pants

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Sunday, September 20, 2020

Because RBG Would Still Want Me To Be Thankful

I always have the best of intentions to write my Ten Things of Thankful every week, but you know what they say about the road to Hell....

There's so much sadness, it seems. Remember me, your Pollyanna, glass-half-full, look for the silver lining, bloggy friend? She is I am sad. Worried. Fearful. 

Ruth Bader Ginsburg's death was just about the last straw.

But where would we be if RBG had felt sorry for herself instead of fighting? I can tell you that, for one, I would have a credit card that said "Mrs. David Dillon" on it instead of my own name, because that's what my mother had when I was growing up. I also wouldn't have been able to sign a lease on the apartments I lived in during my single years (SO many apartments...). Or bought a car myself. Or consented to my own medical treatment.

So, by golly, I'm going to give you Ten Things of Thankful, because RBG would have wanted it that way (if she knew about TToT, that is).

1. I've lost just over 25 pounds over the past three months. Not going to say it's been easy, but it's totally been worth it. I feel (and look) much better than I have for a few years!

2. New jeans. A size smaller.

3. Open windows thanks to cooler weather.

4. The Chiefs won in overtime today. Mahomes brought it, as usual.

5. My nugs at school greet me every morning when I walk in the room by shouting "Dillon!" (truthfully, they shout "Diwwon" and it's freaking adorable) and running to hug me. It's a terrific way to start the day.

6. Almost flannel shirt weather.

7. Roasted vegetables.

8. Six Sentence Stories. I need to participate every week, because I truly enjoy it, but see above. I did write one this week, though. You can read it here, and I would be so pleased if you did.

9. I got a delightful surprise for my birthday - a darling book from my cousin and co-host of Ten Things of Thankful, Kristi. I'm going to read it to my preschoolers for THEIR birthdays!

10. Oh, yeah, I had a birthday earlier this month. I am proud to say I am now 60 but still act like I'm 11.

Find your thankfuls. Do it for RBG. Do it for yourself. Just do it.

p.s. If anyone can tell me how to add a caption to a photo in the new Blogger (that I hate, hate, HAAAAATE), let me know please and thank you

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Thursday, September 17, 2020

Kettle: A Six Sentence Story

Maya and Beck honeymooning by spending two weeks backpacking along the rugged Ridge Trail was no surprise to anyone who knew them; after all, they met a year earlier when their separate hiking groups overnighted at the same campsite, and their individual senses of adventure were instantly entwined and became one.

After posing for selfies atop a rugged crag that clung to the side of the mountain, the newlyweds began their descent, laughing and talking as they made their way down to the valley below, and as they debated the merits of stopping for the day or pushing on a little longer in order to shorten that next, final day of hiking, the couple pushed through a thicket and found themselves amidst a small group of folks, men and women alike, who were engaged in various activities, including setting up a large, wooden table under the trees while others gathered firewood and still others danced to the odd cadence of a drum.

The drumbeat stopped abruptly as several dozen pairs of eyes turned towards Maya and Beck, who met the surprised stares with ones of their own, but before they could say a word, a silver haired gentleman stepped forward and greeted them with a firm but gentle voice while beckoning them to the center of the clearing. Nearby, several of the women appeared to be preparing a meal, tossing vegetables into an enormous black kettle that hovered over a hot fire, and as they worked, the women sang a wordless tune. 

It was an eerily beautiful scene, and mesmerized, Maya's hand slipped out of Beck's as she moved closer to the group. She didn't even flinch when the silver haired man struck Beck in the back of the head with a heavy piece of firewood, and she closed her eyes and began to sway to the women's song as they lifted Beck's body, slid it into the kettle, and began to stir.

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