Monthly Archives:November 2010

So, today already seems like a very bad Monday – and I’ve not even gotten fully dressed yet.

It started with a phone call about 1:30 this morning. Mind you, I generally get up at 4:45 am so was not happy to lose some of those precious minutes.

The caller was from work – my boss has been gone for the past couple of weeks – won’t be in until Monday. In her absence I get the late night calls. This one necessitated my getting up, throwing on my exercise pants (closest to me at the time), putting on shoes and climbing into my car to drive a few miles across town.

We’d had a power outage sometime in the night and an alarm at one of the buildings had generated a security call – we were pretty sure it was just that power up was causing it, but SOMEONE (read, ME) had to check it out. The building was dark, meaning the residents were sleeping soundly – there was no audible alarm – so I called my original caller and got a couple of phone numbers to make a couple more calls – drove back to the next building (also dark) and deemed it safe to come back home.

I crawled into bed nearly an hour after the original call. Sigh.

Didn’t change the alarm on my cell phone – so it went off promptly at 4:45. I groggily reached for it . . . and it fell through the space between bed and headboard, to the floor.

I tried to get it and my knee collapsed, causing me to fall to the floor – BETWEEN the bed and the baseboard metal covering the hot water pipes . . . HOT!!! OUCHIES!!! Oh, and the lamp on the side table? Fell onto my back!

My knee wouldn’t cooperate in my jumping to my feet (not to mention I still have weight to lose AND I’m not a spring chicken anymore) so I SCOOTED to the end of the bed, while poor hubbymoose (bleary eyed himself) watched helplessly. He had gotten the lamp off me and back onto the table, then had to wait for me to get up myself.

I lumbered oh, so gracefully (NOT!!!) to my feet and limped to the front room. My knee seems okay, but I apparently pulled the muscles below and behind it. Sigh. Add to that, my right thigh was quite warm, but not burnt, from the hot heater covering.

So, no biking today. 🙁

But a great story! 🙂

Hope your day is going better.

Caffeine! The first vice to go. I miss coffee so much: dark, rich, Brazilian blends. I don’t miss heart palpitations or sour stomach, but the thought of coffee – the first cup of it each morning.

One last smoke, before I go in. They want me to quit this too, but, dagnabbit! It’s all I’ve got left.

Stubbing out the cigarette, Jim grabbed his water bottle and popped a blue before climbing out of his ancient car. Running his hand through thinning hair he climbed the steps and opened the door and was greeted by Jessica.

What’s your pleasure tonight, sir?
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Sometimes the story takes a different twist. This is take two for the 100 Word prompt Pleasure. I’m not sure which I like best.

Caffeine! That was the first to go. I miss coffee so much: dark, rich, Brazilian blend coffee; fragrant, Kona blends. I don’t miss heart palpitations and the sour stomach, but I miss the thought of it – the smell of it – the first cup of it each morning.

One last smoke, and then I’ll go in. They want me to quit this too, but, dagnabbit! It’s all I’ve got left.

Jim stubbed out the cigarette, adjusted his oxygen cannula, and entered the surgical wing of the hospital. Today the docs would take one more thing from him – his left lung.
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This week’s 100 Word prompt is Pleasure.

I told you, daughters and grandkiddos, that I know Mr. and Mrs. Santa!
– and check out the right-on hat lessa got me! Peeps at the restaurant were JEALOUS – I told them where they could look, and maybe get one, too. I love how my eyes are looking at Mrs. Santa and Betty’s eyes are looking at the jolly elf, himself.
🙂

And, it was a perfect day to run into them . . . lookit what it’s doing outside . . . .

First snow of the year – sticking snow, that is. Already hubbymoose has heard complaints from folks he works with (this is their first winter here) that it is not enough snow! LOL – just wait, is what he told them, just wait.

It’s another busy day for me – so y’all be careful out there – and I will, too.

“Listen – I only hit her because she pushed my buttons.”

Juror number six shifted in her seat. It had been a long day. The story had been repeated in gruesome detail several times over. The defendant insisting everyone know it wasn’t his fault. The defense attorney was objecting to questions being asked by the prosecutor.

Harsh lighting reflected off the pictures of the victim – her blackened eyes stared out, bruises glared.

Juror six looked down in surprise at the notes she had been taking – her neat, tiny scrawl repeating long ago memories: “Why daddy? Why did you hurt mommy?”
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This is my entry for the 100 Word challenge – Harsh
October was Domestic Violence Awareness Month. If you or someone you know is being abused, help them get help. NOBODY deserves to be abused – let alone by the person who has vowed to honor, love and cherish that person.