#FlashFiction 100 Words or Less 5/26/19

Saturday was a two pill kinda night.  The pain wouldn’t subside.  Her belly ached, cramping that burned reaching straight to her bones.  Thank goodness Carl had leftover hydrocodone.  Not oxy but it’d do in a pinch.

Addictive?  Nope.  Not for Sarah.  She almost didn’t take another since the first pill did little to take the edge off.  But pain made for poor bed fellows; @ 10 pm, she popped the second tab.  Almost instantly, the room went woozy and she started to doze.  Squashed her symptoms but was far from a cure.

Addictive? Yes. Sarah could get used to this.

Hmmm What’s Up WP?

How did I get a 286 day post in a row streak notification before I posted today’s #SLS?!?!?  I hope they don’t mess up the count.  Credit where credit is due and all that.  Maybe I should get a little calendar and start counting for myself.

I need a chill pill as they say.  Off to the movies.  Oh happy Sunday!

For 5/26/19 ~ “The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy)”

Time once again for #SLS.  Jim prompts us with Cool/Groovy/Hip/Nifty/Radical/Swell.  When overwhelmed with choices, I get stuck.  But variety is the spice of life as they say.  Think, think and think.  Just Google it!!!

Here you go without any further analysis paralysis, I give you a classic, quick, upbeat little ditty.

Writer(s): PAUL SIMON

As always more to come.

Rules and Ping Back

J-Dub’s Review of “She Wanted It All: A True Story of Sex, Murder, and a Texas Millionaire” by Kathryn Casey

I read this book because I was in between and the story happened to take place in and around Austin Texas. I always enjoy reading something when I know the landmarks. However my enjoyment stops there since true crime is no longer a favorite genre of mine. I used you read books by Ann Rule in the same way someone might pop through a cartridge of Pez candy. Not any longer. Through therapy I learned not to read anything that makes me anxious. I’ve reduced medical journals as well. One day I’ll just keel over. It’s better that way. But I jest. Kind of, sort of, maybe.

I can summarize this true life event in a six word story …

Greedy bitch did it for money!

Her poor girls. Actually poor everyone who crossed her path. Something was missing inside. No soul. And that’s if you believe the prosecution… and I do.

I rate 3 stars. Goodreads overall is at 4.09 stars.

As always more to come.

Note to Self

Don’t start a post on one device … your phone and move to your desktop and then go back to yet another device … your iPad.  WP just can’t handle it.  You run the risk of your final Picasso turning into a dud.

Now Kindle …  Kindle can sync like nobody’s business.  I wish WP would ask me if I wanted to go to the last page written.  Yea, do that WP.  That’d be sweet.

I wonder if that is the cloud based stuff at work.  See I am a Luddite lite.  I have no idea how … I just know the what.  I am too impatient to sit down and go through painstaking steps to diagnose issues.  I’d rather right click to oblivion.     I also forget correct terminology.  While I might figure something out and be able to repeat it for myself, I cannot explain what I did to save my life.  

Anyway, that is all.  Had to get that out.  No more multi-device posts for moi.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS for 5/25/19 ~ Rhymes With Rosy

Time once again for an exciting exercise in creativity.  Time where anything goes and you can let any and all thoughts spill on to the page.  What time is that you ask?  Game time! Time for #SoCS.

How many “time” is too many for your opening?  Seven … the answer is seven because six is mighty fine.  🙂

Our lovely host the one and only Linda G Hill provides this prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rhymes with rosy.” Find a word that rhymes with “rosy” or use the word “rosy” and base your post on it. Enjoy!

Hmmm Rosy … Nosy … Posy …

Rosy rolly polly

Rosy …

Ugh!

I am blocked.

Oh well, there is always next Saturday and the Saturday after that and so on and so forth and forever marching forward. Wishing you all a wonderful Saturday.

As always, more to come.

If you’d like to join in with this band of prompt respondents or view their works extraordinaire, follow to the Rules and Ping Back

 

Relationship Goals

Yesterday I went to Walmart for donuts 🍩 and a magnifying glass 🔎. The donuts were for the kids and the zoom was for the mister. He needed them to read old school paper plans/blueprints. Side bar note he’s going to the Small Business Association and Score. Gets more real everyday.

Now back to your regularly scheduled program aka relationship goals

I asked for help to find the magnifier. Turn by the nail polish and go to stationery. I couldn’t find stationery. Asked again and the most friendly young man said the better ones are at the pharmacy by the glasses. Turn around and off I go.

At the pharmacy I look and look 👀. Have to ask again. And sure enough top shelf, left side but the pharm tech says there are more choices … better options in stationery.

Doh! I said “I was just there but couldn’t find stationery much less a magnifying glass” and she said “turn by the nail polish and go all the way to the end”.

👍🏼 off I go. And at the end there stands a couple talking to yet another associate. I hang back until I’m brought into the conversation.

This interaction is the Godly moment which I spoke of yesterday.

I got misty y’all … happy tears.  The four of us talked about a lifetime in minutes and left as community.  At the onset, three different cultures.  Complete strangers.  When the couple left both said they were blessed to meet us … me and Yvette the associate of 10 years (because this kindly old man notices everything)!!  We responded in kind that we were equally blessed.

Topics ranged from looking your age to surviving cancer to losing grandparents to years of wedded bliss and other assorted blessings.  I went in for donuts and a zoom and came out with gratitude and a

“I’m 80 years old. And you’re (looking at his wife) hmmm 79 … Am I right?” Sweet soul nodding yes. To us, “she knows I’m kidding. I oughta know we’ve been married 60 years!!! and yes I am 80” We tell him he doesn’t look 80.  He laughingly says “everyone tells me that but I feel 80 … every bit of it”. Then he goes on “you tell me what’s 80 supposed to look like”? We reply “older than YOU!” 🙂

His grandparents lived to be 98 and 96 but he says he won’t make it that long because of colon cancer.  He had the operation and is cancer free for four years now but it could come back.  In five years, he will make the choice to keeping going to his oncologist or not. He says for $40 per visit he might as well be sure. He’s proud of his former government job and good insurance.

He continues to tell us the night after his grandpa died, his grandma went to bed and never woke up.  She could not go on without him.  They married when she was only 16! We learned his momma was the oldest daughter of their five kids.

I can do math, this man and his lovely bride were 19 and 20 when they married.  Hmmmm.  Well wouldn’t ya know, they are me and B. We only have 25 years to go to catch up with them. And finally you know why the title is relationship goals.

Cheers to sharing stories. Cheers to community. Cheers to a lifetime in minutes.

As always more to come.

Buzz

That’s how I feel. Super hyper. I’ve been off the coffee for a while now but today I decide wth.

My treat was cafe olla … from a drink cart parked in front of the building. Sweet exilir with cinnamon, cloves, ginger and citrus. It dampened my appetite and I skipped breakfast. Mistake number 1.

I ate two homemade ham pockets for lunch. Not filling. But something on my stomach. Yes I said on not in … it’s a southern thing … like y’all. I worked through lunch to leave early to get ready for tomorrow.

Went to Walmart for donuts 🍩 and a magnifying glass 🔍. One of these things is not like the other. Lol. Only the donuts are for JA in a day. I was Dizzy and spinning through Wally World and had a Godly experience that I will write about separately. Then I headed home.

Went right back to work. So much for leaving early. I just can’t take a real day off. I’ve already hit my 40. But it was good. My coworker who caught me and made me stay late was happy for me about my JA day.

Aww 🥰 Jilly. You’ll get paid in HUGS 🤗 currency 💴!!

And it’s that the BEST kind!!

As always more to come.

Hey Y’all I’m Verklempt But Happy Verklempt

Tomorrow I am participating in JA in a Day.  For those who don’t know, JA is short for Junior Achievement.  For those who don’t know, I’ve always wanted to be a teacher.  For those who don’t know, JA in a Day lets me bring real life lessons in civics and finance to the classroom.  For those you don’t know, children are our future ….

Cue music … teach them well and let them lead the way …  show them all the beauty they possess inside … give them a sense of pride to make it easier …

Sing It! Ms. Houston.  See y’all I’m verklempt!!!!

And enough with for those who don’t know Jilly Beans.  I was told once that writing or speaking like that is condescending.  I do not want to be that … condescending.  

Anyway, moving along.  I am super excited that I will have 2nd graders.  The year before all that standardized testing baloney.  I can’t wait to hear the clamoring and they “Hey Miss” to get my attention.  I can’t wait to be with those little sponges who are sweet and innocent and full of hope.  Remember that folks?  Before the world was the world to us.  I also can’t wait to eat in the cafeteria.  Last time I did this, I took my lunch.  Then I had nostalgia envy.  I bet some are cringing but not me.  Yummy!

And now that you’ve had your quota of I can’t wait! from me, I will say toodle-loo, ta-ta and au revoir.  See ya later, unless you see me first. 🙂

As always, more to come.