Picture it and Write it, August 26th, 2012


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I am writing an exercise writing prompt for Ermilia today.

The watch was showing that time was ticking by quickly. The announcement had been made, the doors had been closed, and now the mind was left in the small room to ponder on how to move forward, after just receiving the deadly news that cancer had made its home in this body.

No one knew of this news yet. It was still being held as a secret in the only mind in the room. Tears were gently sneaking out from the corners of both eyes, falling on to the lap and forming  small spots of sadness. The mind was racing, and deep breaths were being inhaled in and out, as if it was forcing the mind to slow down. Give the sponge a chance to soak in all that had been said.

There was no comfort, only rules of etiquette had been followed. The nurse standing behind the doctor as the words came out of his mouth in monotone. The words that were remembered last were, I am so sorry. Is there someone I can call to come pick you up? I will give you some time with yourself to get your composure back. You can leave the office when you are ready.

The legs did move, and the body did follow, as the hand on the door knob turned it and let the complete body and shadow out of the door, closing it gently behind him. There was no stopping at the receptionist desk, and no appointments to be made. Artificial smiles were seen staring at the eyes, as the body made its way out the front doors.

It opened the car and sat itself in the front seat. All being done out of habit, as having been trained years ago on how to position oneself for driving a vehicle. Instead of placing the key in the ignition, both hands gripped the steering wheel and clung so tightly, the knuckles could be seen turning slowly white, and the finger tips turning a red rose color.

Tears that had been slowly falling, had now been turned into a water fall, and the eyes became blurry from sights in view, like drops of rain falling on a camera lens, and the head fell gently on to the steering wheel. Sobs could be seen outside the window, and anyone walking near, could see pain written all over this soul as it raged in shaking emotions.

After the body had exhausted all tears, and the well was dry, the nose was blown, and they eyes wiped dry. The key was entered into the ignition and the car was started. It didn’t know which way to go, so it sat motionless waiting for direction.

Eventually, taking a deep sigh, the car’s tires started to roll and it made its way out on to the high way. It somehow made its way to the city cemetery and found itself being parked in front of the parents grave sites. The body opened the door and dragged its feet until it came to the exact spot the lifeless shells were resting. Falling to the knees, the body slammed falling to the ground and grabbing hands full of grass, ripping them out by their roots, he cried and screamed to the markers, what did you do when you found out mom and dad that you had cancer? How did you deal with it? What were the emotions that were running through your mind, that you hid from the family? I miss you mom, I miss you dad. I need your help. Tell me what to do…………

Sunshine Award


Stacie over at

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awarded me for the Sunshine Award.

Thank you very much Stacie. I always thought the flower representing sunshine was such a positive symbol for a bright, sunny day.

Here is what Stacie says about herself:

I am married to a wonderful guy and the mother of 2 wonderful boys. I live in the best part of Southern  Louisiana. I love reading, riding my bike with my family, well I love to do anything with my family. Just like most people I live in a crazy, non-stop world that is mostly caused by my children. I wouldn’t change any of it….

I have had Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue for 10+ years, among other conditions such as Candida. My purpose of this blog is for a release and is very personal. I am not in any way a writer. I’ve just always been better at putting my feelings on paper then with words. Please feel free to ask any questions or leave a comment. I’m from the South, we love to talk…….. and GEAUX TIGERS!!!!

The rules are to place credit to the one who nominated you.

Tell a few things about yourself.

Nominate a few others.

If you have read my other blog I posted earlier today, you will realize that I love antiques!

On Sundays I watch Joyce Meyers, Dr. Charles Stanley, and in off times, I listen to the oldie shows, such as what is playing in my ear right now, The Brady Bunch. I am still a kid at heart, or else, I refuse to move forth to violence in today’s programming.

I am a thinker. I don’t know what the legal term is for that, but my mind is always thinking about someone or something I can do to change things about my life.

Nominations today are:

pixilated2
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Free Tag Zone
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buckwheatsrisk
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Thank you once again for this award!

Good Day!


 

 

Yesterday, I took my brother to an auction that was being held here locally. It was an antique auction, and in the newspaper, it advertised coca cola items, so Al wanted to go. We got there late, but, I don’t mind that, as they are down to business by the time we walk in.

To my surprise the auction was almost over, and there was no coca cola items at all. I could tell Al was not very happy, but he didn’t throw any fits. We went ahead and stayed as I had eyes for a few minor pieces, and the auction seemed to be running fairly cheap, so I might just get lucky. Here are some photos of the items I bought.

This is a cute little pink atomizer. The next photo down is a Perfection tin box that has different colors for coloring frosting, eggs, etc. I don’t have to explain this one, as it is obvious that it is a comb and brush! LOL. This is a beautiful ladies hat with a very nice brass and rhinestone pin. Can you picture me wearing it today to church? LOL The next photo turned out a tad bit too fuzzy as I was too close, but it is the matching shoulder shawl. It is made out of black satan with hundreds of beads sewn on and long beaded fringe.

I am going to redo my bathroom in this look, for a change.

After we left there, I took him to the big car show that was sponsored by the Boys Club. It helps quite a few local youth here by continuing to have programs for them, and I have always felt it keeps them off the streets and helps them to gain confidence in themselves as they work their way to adulthood.

It was pretty hot, and I think Al had two bottled waters, a diet coke, an ice-ee, and a bowl of ice-cream. We definitely helped the boys club through Al’s donations through foods!

We both came home, and I gave Al a shower, and he slept for a couple of hours. We both had very light suppers, and he watched Pawn Stars and he and Cali, the kitten, played together, Al using the plastic handle on his cane, and Cali, chasing it.

I could barely enjoy myself on the computer, as I had walked too much, placing my diabetic neuropathy feet in pain, and being out in all of that heat. I ended up lying on the couch most of the evening, only checking emails periodically. I was so glad to go to bed, and I don’t think I moved from my original spot all night. I love having days like that. They don’t happen often, so I tuck them in my memory box.