Here are a few pictures taken tonight. Enjoy. (click for slightly larger view)

It was a truly beautiful and peaceful time.

“I can’t go out there! Please send someone to get me.”

“You’re an adult. Open your door.”

She cautiously peeked out to find placards strewn across the carpet in front of her door. A chicken on one: “Fowl Play;” a raven on another with a circle and line through it: “Crow no more.”

“I knew taking chicken off the menu was a mistake!”
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This is for Lance’s 100 Word Song challenge: Revolution. I was pleased to be allowed to choose this week’s song after Lance read last week’s entry about Annie – Telling Stories.

Of course, the new tune had to come from my generation – thus the Beatles and Revolution. Of course, I then had brain blockage as I tried to come up with 100 words worthy of the song – and the challenge. I ventured into the world of the grandest revolutions in “recent” history, but decided I could do none of them justice. So, SNARK wins out in the end. The above is a mostly fictitious piece. It, as always, has some element of truth hidden within the lines. Chicken, anyone?

Life is fragile, my friends
Lacie accepted that

Her life was a tenuous thread
Woven ‘round you and me

The day that thread was cut
Severing her earthly tether
Was the day Lacie

BECAME

This reading room is dedicated to
Her improbable, impromptu
Spirit

She lives on here
She lives on in our hearts

Joe turned from the podium, tugged on the tasseled cord and revealed the eclectic library behind him. Amid colorful chairs and rugs was a mural of Lacie surrounded by and reading to hordes of children.
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Loving having VV back with us, challenging us. This is in answer to her current well-packed challenge FRAGILE. Go on over and give her 100 of your words.

Sharon was surprised at the sarcasm dripping from her own tongue. Her coworker didn’t seem to notice and Sharon breathed a sigh of relief. Trouble comes in many shapes and sizes. Letting it get in the way of her workaday world would not be wise.

Taking over work for another was really not a problem, although it could be a challenge to switch brain gears from her own job to the other. Nevertheless she could rise to that occasion more quickly than switching gears in her private life. At least the work situation was temporary.

Changing life gears would be more challenging, but achievable. Nobody need know until she was ready to share.

Not sure when that will be, Sharon mumbled.

What? No, Ma’am, I’m sorry. I was talking to myself. How can we help you today? Janelle? She’s on a break. I’m happy to help you find what you are seeking. No, it’s no trouble at all.

Working at the upscale boutique had been one of the things Mark liked about her. He liked the opportunities to rub shoulders with designers at the many cocktail parties. “I’m bringing my portfolio tonight, Sharon,” he’d say as they dressed for a party. It was over her objections that he did so again and again. Janelle never let her live it down during the week following each party.

“Mark is sure eager, isn’t he?” she’d snipe at Sharon. “Tacky of you to let him bring the notebook,” she’d go on. Sharon would nod, trying not to let it get to her. Later she would breathe heavily into the mirror, mouthing the conversation she wished she could have with Janelle.

Which to dump first? Mark or this job? Sharon heard her Mom: “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, Sharrie. You don’t need anyone. Go out and get them.”

Mark then. She dialed his number.

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It’s TROUBLEsome, but the feisty editors at Trifecta challenged us to write 33-333 words on trouble. This is a bit longer than I generally write, but Sharon needed her say. Who are you speaking for today?

Hubby Moose and I laid low for part of the anniversary weekend. We puttered around the house and caught up on stuff (the ever present stuff), but we were able to take a road trip to Homer Saturday. It was chilly and gray, and the mountains weren’t too cooperative for photo ops. However, I do love the crosshatch pattern of the waves in the aboce pic. It was caused by boats crossing each other’s wake as they passed going into and out of the harbor.

We stopped at our fave bakery for a loaf of bread for HubbyMoose and turtle bars for me. (yum – we shared) Before we headed back up the road we stopped at a small place that specializes in sourdough bread and had lunch.

We were met with rain/snow coming back home, but it couldn’t dampen our spirits. We popped in a Celtic Thunder cd and I made hubby laugh with my antics as I sang along in my version of Gaelic/English.

Poor HubbyMoose had to go to work Saturday night for a double shift because his workers got sick – yup, two of them. That was the one smudge on an otherwise lovely weekend. Thank you for your kind wishes. We were not able to get our photo done, but I am going to work on that. We DID have a great time showing off the pic of us at 16. Such stunned surprise from people.

Why, we look exactly the same . . . from the inside of our eyelids at least.