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Prompt: Lost in time
1st Attempt:Lost in time,somewhere between reality and fanasty,somewhere over there,but not quite here,is were I long to be.
Lost in time,the transition from now,to tomorrow and back again,not fully complete,somewhere in the middle,is were I am stuck.
Lost in time,no focus, no direction,aimlessly wandering to and fro,Lost in time and place,is what has become of me.
Prompt: Required Training1st Attempt:He was leading the required training for new employee's. He hated this class, you would think people would have learned this stuff by the time they were old enough to get a job, but years of experience had proven to him, that was not the case.So he began, "Welcome new employees to your first day of required trainings, we start at the beginning and work to more and more advanced topics...today, we start with Handwashing."
Prompt: Bowl of petunias...1st Attempt:As she drove up to the house, she noticed the flower boxes in the front of the house overflowing with petunias. She sighed, they always were his favorite, which seemed silly for someone with such a green thumb that could grow anything, he always grew petunias.She parked the car and noticed hugh planters of even more petunias on the front porch, and as she got out and walked to the back door, hanging baskets with even more petunias. It almost seemed like a message from the grave to her, but what?She unlocked the door and went into the familiar, but now silent house, and there to her surprise, was a bowl of petunias on the table.
Prompt: Guess who is coming to dinner?1st Attempt:She had just put the dressing in the oven when the phone rang."Hi Mom. We'll be there in about an hour, I can't wait to see the family. This is going to be great." "I am glad you landed safe. Do you need Dad to pick you up, and your sisters are dying to see you. Wait, did you say we? You have someone with you?""Sorry mom, this is a bad connection, we'll talk when I get there. Love ya, bye."She slowly hung up the phone and wondered at what her daughter had not said in that conversation. Someone was with her, but who, and why wouldn't she say who. She knew that her girlfriends were always welcome, they always had been. All the years that the girls had been growing up, they always hung out here, they were always welcome and even on holidays and extra girl or two could be found at the house. So why didn't she say who was with her. Her husband walked in the room."Was that the phone I heard?""Yes, Lori landed safely and is on her way. Guess who is coming to dinner?"
Prompt: Lessons in the Dust1st Attempt:Slowly walking through the house, everything covered in sheets, that once were white but now covered in dust. First the living room, and vision of fights over an old silky blanket in front of the tv with my brother. On to the kitchen and learning to make mayonaise from scratch, and cole slaw and sugar cream pie. Down the hall to the bedroom, sleeping on the sloor beside her side of the bed, while my brother was on the floor on his side, that was sleepovers and grammie's house. Remembering the times, the years I spent in that house, the people that shaped and molded me into the woman I am today, that are only a memory now. They are gone now, down the road in a small country church-yard, lying side-by-side in a shady spot near the back. I visited them today, before I stopped at the house. It is time to say goodbye, to let it go, to move on and to remember the lessons in the dust of the house, that no longer is mine to visit. Taking the lessons with me, to pass on to the next generation.
Today's Writing Prompt: Scream
What makes you want to scream?1st Attempt:I wanna scream....at the gentleman in the parking lot that told me to calm down and not doing anything I would regret when my son ran out in front of his car, almost getting hit and I was talking to my son about running out in the parking lot, and why we don't do that....I wanna scream.....at the lady on the phone that refuses to talk to me about the insurance claim for my doctor's appointment, that they did not pay as they have in the past, all because my husband's name is on the policy and he is not there to tell her it is okay to talk to me....I wanna scream.....at the unfairness of life, that a wonderful man with twin daughters that are six years old, good friends of my youngest daughter, and not yet 30 years old, is going through his third round with cancer....I wanna scream...at the lady in our small town that is running an escort business out of her home, with three school age children, what are uou teaching them, and how can you continue to do this after having children....I wanna scream....well, some days I just want to scream to scream and get out all of the pent up anger and frustratrion, what else you gonna do?
disclaimer: First an apology for beeing absent so long. We went on vacation the first week of August, then immediately came back to the begining of school, and just when we got settled in with the school routine, I began dealing with what would turn out to be my grandfather's final illness. That is no excuse, and I can tell by my mmods that I am missing my writing, so I am back!Prompt: TrustTrust is something that I have always freely given to anyone I met, until they prove to me that they do not deserve my trust. I havebeen burned by some people, but I have never changed my ways, I am just that type of person, I believe in the charity and goodness of the human race. My husband on the other hand is the opposite. He nevers gives trust freely, except to the kids, and everyone else has had to earn that trust from him. It can be difficult and sometimes I think he has limited friends because of it, but he likes it that way. He likes having a very small circle of people who are close to him and have earned his trust.As the kids grow and mature, I watch with anticpation to see which way they will develop. Will they be like me and trust everyone until they prove unworthy of the trust, or will they be like hubby, and withold trust until it is earned? At the moment, I think we have one like him and two like me, but I really think it might be too soon to tell yet.
Thank you to all, friends, family and acquaintances, your prayers have been wonderful! We serve an awesome nd loving God, and he answers every prayer, maybe not the way we expected, but he answers, and he answered this one by calling grandpa home to be with Him on Wednesday night, just short of midnight.... I will probably not be one here for awhile, but so many of you have prayed for us and there are a couple of you who moved recently and I don't have your new numbers (you kow how your are Nelson's) so I thought I would share this here since I can't call you.Veiwing will be Sunday October 4th from 1-4pm at Voss and Sons in Seymour. Furneral will be Monday October 5th at 1:30pm, at Reddington Christian Church, with burial to follow at the Reddington Cemetary. As you know, I went up to take him to met with the oncologist on Wednesday, and that became the longest day of my life. The cancer had spread and they offered him this one chemo option, it is suppose to be the mildest form, but it works in about 50-60% of the people to slow this type, and so he wanted to do it, and they said they could do it that day, but it would last between 3-5 hours, so we did it, and I sat with him the whole time. About 1 1/2 hours into it, he had a bad reaction, and his blood pressure spiked and we thought it was over, but they got him calmed down and they resumed. Throughout the day, he was so weak that I would have to lift him out of the chair, drop him into the wheelchair, wheel him to the bathroom and then pick him up and put him on the potty. I had never in my life seen him that week. The nurses wanted him admitted to the hospitaql, but the cancer doctors don't adimt patients, but I have to say, the nurses were the best! The did everything possible and helped me out all day. They told me to just take him down to ER when the chemo was over and they would probably admit him because of how weak he was, and sure enough I got him down to ER and they rushed him into a room! The dr down there told me it was alright, I did the right thing and they would take care of him. They admitted him to the hospital and put him in a room, and about 9:45 he kicked me out. THey said there was some fluid on the lungs, and so I was expecting to go home, sleep a little and come back in the morning.About 10pm the nurse called to tell me that they decided they wanted him to have one-on-one nursing care over the night so they were moving him to ICU. Then about 10:30pm, my Aunt Betty called, the hospital had just called her because Grandpa was asking for his brother, saying that it was over. So we all rushed back to the hospital, by the time I got back, just before 11pm, they were getting ready to put him on a ventalitor, and there were 15 people running around his little room, and they said, they would put him on the ventalitor and drain some of the fluid and they would know within mintues if it would work out not. So they sent us to a waiting room, and I called my dad and Brad, and the dr came in and said that they lost his heartbeat for about 30 seconds putting him on the vent, and that he gave him a 2% chance of making it through the night.While the dr was talking to us they called him ack to grandpas room and he took us with him, and by the time we got back, he was for all purposes goine already. They kept him on the vent, hoping to keep his heart going until my dad could arrive from Seymour, but about five minute before dad got there his heart gave out completely in spite of the vent and he was gone. Thank you all or listening. It just feels so much better to be able to write it and tell about it. I had no idea until they called us back to the hospital that he would not make it through the night, no idea, he didn't seem that bad, pretty weak but not that bad. Thank you all for your prayers! They mean so much to me!!
