I’ll begin my post as always by saying thank you to our guest prompter for the day. Thank you Cheryl, for the word, “scraggly”! You can find Cheryl’s Just Jot it January post here. Go visit her and say hi, and give her a follow!
I spend most of my days a scraggly mess.
I remember going out to work,
Back when I didn’t have kids, but I did have shoes.
Back when I fit into clothes that looked like I hadn’t slept in them
… even when I had
because I could do that–I didn’t have kids.
But I did have a life.
Stockings. Remember stockings?
I do, barely. I remember I hated putting them on, and I hated the ones that always seemed to ride low in the crotch,
I’d like to start by saying thank you to Sadje for her prompt word, “humor.” Thank you, Sadje! You can find her Just Jot it January post here. Go visit her and say hi, and give her a follow!
It’s true that sometimes laughter can be the best medicine. I use humor a lot to relieve the tension that goes with parenting, and that includes times like now when I have a sick one home from school.
Yep, Alex’s is truly sick with a cold. Still begging to go to the hospital, but I managed to avoid it again today.
Half of my problem is the language barrier. If he spoke English, I might be able to effectively explain to him that there’s nothing the hospital can or will do for the virus he has, and the likelihood of him getting even sicker just by going there makes the trip worthless. Worse than worthless, possibly deadly.
But, of course, I can’t say that either. Because without the nuance of language, he might assume that if he goes to the hospital, he’ll die, and then I’ll have the opposite problem I have now.
I’ll have to drag him there, kicking and screaming when he really needs to go.
I used to be able to scare him a little out of wanting to visit the emergency department by telling him he might have to get an IV. He hates needles, so that worked.
Until he turned 18 and discovered the nurses and all the attention was worth the pain. Now he’s begging me for an IV right along with everything else involved.
You know, sometimes I laugh just because it’s better than crying.
And you know what else? Sometimes that’s the best laughter of all.
“Poke” is the word of the day today. I had no idea what I was going to write for the prompt until I went out for a walk with Alex earlier. The answer to my conundrum was Nosehair.
If you’ve been around for forever, you might remember a tree I dubbed “Nosehair” for the branch it had growing out of its face. Yes, the tree has a face. I’m sure the only person who won’t be able to see it is Guy Thair.
Nosehair had a few posts dedicated to him–here’s one, and here’s another. You should check them out. They’re quite amusing if I do say so myself.
Today, though, getting back to my post, I found that someone had poked Nosehair with stick, sticking it in his mouth.
Do you see the face? He’s facing to the right, with a Roman nose and a dark spot for a mouth below.
You really have to zoom in to see the stick in his mouth (close to the blue car) in the picture above, but here’s a closeup:
Does this mean Nosehair is eating himself? Has he been turned into some sort of Ouroboros?
What day is it today? Okay, technically it’s Sunday where I am. But all day Saturday I was confused. Of course, having a kid home on a Friday because there’s no school will do that to a parent.
It’s almost time for Kris Kringle, as a matter of fact.
Kris Kringle to leave footprints on my shingles.
And slip down the chimney into my ingle. (Which I just found out is a fire in a fire place.)
Ouch.
Sing it with me …
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire …
Maybe that’s why his suit is red.
To symbolize the many times he’s been set alight.
Kringle crackling on an open fire …
That works.
Poor guy.
Speaking of Christmas, I think I’ve got almost all my shopping done. Already! I’m early this year. Normally I’m closing the stores at 5pm on Christmas Eve.
I had a salted caramel mocha at Starbucks today. Only they didn’t have the salt. So it was just a caramel mocha. Very disappointing. Especially since I had to practically mortgage my house to buy it.
I could say that it just didn’t make me tingle …
Ugh. That was a stretch.
What I will say in closing is I’ll have a Christmas present for you all soon. If you like paranormal romance, that is …
I’ve finally figured out that the key to getting stuff done is being organized. Who knew?
All week I’ve been trying to organize my time into blocks–from this point to then, I do that. From then to then, I do this. And so on. And I’ve actually been productive!
I call it the productivity key.
Yes, I just came up with that.
So now that I have my productivity key, what do I need next?
Oh yes, my endless riches key.
Somehow I think that one might take a bit more work. But hey, productivity is probably the first step. Right?
But what would I do with endless riches? End world hunger for a start. Then maybe get a haircut. I haven’t had one of those in four years. Because it’s been, like, really? What’s the point? It only grows back. And it’s not like anyone ever sees me.
I really need a key to getting out of the house.
Which is weird, because most people want a key to get into the house.
But I think a key to getting out is almost as important.
Of course you want to get in … especially when it’s raining or snowing. But getting out? That can be priceless.
I went Christmas shopping with Alex today. He’s decided he’s not afraid of Santa anymore, so this is the first time he’s been in a mall at the same time as Santa. And it was great!
My point (read: where I was going with this) is that I actually got to do some people watching today, and I realized it’s been a REALLY long time since I did that. I forgot what people looked like!
Okay, not really. But it was like a refresher course in society living. There’s not much society in my house.
Just family.
And family’s not really society.
Are they?
So the key to society?
Running away from home.
Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Productivity, endless riches, and running away from home.
I don’t really understand the term “throwing shade.” It’s supposed to mean “insulting someone,” but wouldn’t it depend on the weather? I think it might be a good thing to throw someone shade on a hot day.
“Hey, throw me some shade, would ya?”
“You’re an asshole!”
“Thanks!”
Can you tell I’m tired?
I finished NaNoWriMo today with a win.
See?
And to celebrate, I bought myself a NaNo mug. Obviously I don’t have it yet. I’ll take a picture when I get it.
The original plan was to write two 30K novellas and finish NaNo with 60K. The first novella didn’t make it … I finished the story with 19,995 words. To make it even, I wrote “THIS IS DEFINITELY THE END” at the end. So I still had 30K left for the second novella. Only THAT ended at 26,223. So I started another novel.
Now I have to finish that. Does it ever end? I hope not. I like this gig. It’s a fun gig.
I hope to get caught up on all the comments I’ve been neglecting this last little while. Sorry–I’ve been reading all your comments, I just haven’t replied to them.
And tomorrow I’ll be back with a couple of posts. The coloring prompt and one more.
It’s been a tiring year, 2019 has. Aside from the fact that I had so many great plans that got knocked to the ground, partially because I’ve been tired, I’ve slept in a lot this year. More than any other year, I think.
I used to be able to wake up to the music on my phone. It was a nice way to wake up. To a song I liked. But then, because I was tired, I started not only sleeping through my alarm, I’d dream that I was at a concert, watching the song played live.
That wouldn’t do–I had to keep driving Alex to school because I wasn’t getting up in time to feed him (before 5am) so he could catch the bus. So I added an alarm. One with a tune I didn’t like. One that came with the phone.
For a while that worked, until my tired brain figured out how to turn off the alarm I didn’t like and leave the song on.
Fine.
I added an even more obnoxious tune. That got me up.
But then I figured, okay, I can sleep while Alex is feeding (he’s tube-fed), and just set another alarm to get me up when his feed’s finished so I can get him off to school.
Except guess what I did?
Yep, I chose another song.
And started dreaming through it.
FINE, then.
I switched that for another obnoxious noise to get me out of bed before the bus comes.
Which worked …
For a while.
Last week I slept through that a total of THREE mornings. Out of FOUR! Monday was a holiday!
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I’m writing early because I’m off to a concert tonight. No, it’s not rap. Going to see The Glorious Sons in their hometown of Kingston. I’m not sure how late I’ll be home, and I may be exhausted, so here I am. Wrapping my post up in a neat little package.
I do like wrapping things up. The feeling of completeness that comes with wrapping things–the neatness of it–is satisfying. I can’t stand wrapping presents, though. Don’t tell my family.
Especially at Christmas, because I always leave it to the last minute, at which point it feels like a bit of a waste of time. But if I wrapped the gifts and put them under the tree early, the dog would eat them. He loves eating paper. And the last thing I want to see is gift-wrapped poop sitting in the snow in my back yard.
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