She blew into the room as fast as lightening. Brown eyed bombshell with big hair from here to Texas, she was. And my heart stopped. I was smitten. I had to be hers.
I love hearts in nature – this is a beautiful shot – not taken by me (proper attributes beneath the pic).
Hubbymoose and I do not, as a rule, celebrate what he calls a hallmark holiday. We have been together a very long time. Thinking back, I don’t think we ever made a very big deal of the day . . . several reasons: he is not a flower person (doesn’t like cut flowers he says, because they too soon die); he doesn’t like chocolate (never mind that I do – haha – just ask my hips); he “can’t remember” dates.
That last one is probably the closest to being true. In Alaska, especially in the depths of winter, we all too often go day to day, go to work, go to the gym, go to church, without thinking of DATES, but only days. This is one reason I have a work calendar so I can remember where I am supposed to be and when.
So, dates like February 14th slip by us.
Except that it is our youngest grandson’s birthday. We remember that!!!
Happy birthday buddy. We love you.
Granny rocked and pondered the girls before her. Ten minutes before they had been squabbling and bickering as only teenage sisters can do. Now they sat before her on the floor with tears in their eyes.
“Girls, I am disappointed in you. I hope to see honest discussion between you, but never this disrespectful notion of hatred that I have seen today.â€
“We’re sorry, Granny. We’ve made up now and we don’t mean to be hateful in your house. It was just silly boy stuff anyway.â€
“Well, never mind that now. Let’s not dwell on the past, shall we? You will have boys who are friends and boys who are boyfriends. They will come and go. But in the end, you will always have each other as sisters.â€
“Yes, Granny. We love you, too.â€
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The Trifecta challenge for this week #64 is to use the third definition of the word DWELL:
3a : to keep the attention directed —used with on or upon [tried not to dwell on my fears]
b : to speak or write insistently —used with on or upon [reporters dwelling on the recent scandal]
This counted out to about 134 words. Granny and the girls may be back another time. I think they need a bit of fleshing out . . . like why the girls are with Granny . . . are they really that meek and obedient?
Hmmmmm will have to dwell on it and see.
We were young and fresh and full of ourselves. Nothing could change the way we felt about each other or the way we felt about the world.
Nothing.
We did the things we weren’t supposed to do: drive hard and fast; go to parties; drink things we weren’t supposed to drink.
We were 18. It was a hot summer’s night. We only stopped for a minute. In a dark alley. Forgot to turn off the car’s lights. We got caught by the “just doing my job†officer.
Who was my cousin.
Who never told.
But we knew – we’d been busted!
BUSTED is the word for this week’s 100 Word Challenge by Velvet Verbosity. Unfortunately we cannot link up – I think her linky thingy was spammed out of existence. Nevertheless . . . the above is my entry.
And, I’ll never tell, either.
🙂
My most important piece of advice to young women would be to expand their minds. They should read all the time. I don’t think the world will survive without the minds of women.
The above words are from Mildred Keith Stark as quoted in Women’s Voices: The Wisdom of the Grandmothers complied by Alaskan author Susan Stark Christianson. Link for more information. I was privileged to meet Susan and have a copy of her book in my office.
The challenge from our trusty trifecta editors is to find 33 words from a bigger publication, share them and link them. There are many inspiring words in this book. It is beautiful to see.
